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In my dream, I'm *not* Spiderman. But I'm Spiderman's friend, and I know his secret identity. Also, I'm getting the power to have my hands stick to walls, y'know, to climb things. So me and s-man. We go into some house to steal this arm. It's like a fake arm, a plastic prop arm or something. Also it's musclular. It belongs to Peter but his brother has it? And peter has the other arm. And, also, I was like a college student who was supposed to make a map of south america for the cover of a book or something. But I do a really crappy job of it, and its like all crappy, like a kindergardener would do if they were copying a map out of an atlas or something. Also, I'm working in a group with two spanish guys, or maybe only one of them was spanish, but anyway, they are working on the map with me. And, y'see, I drew like some of the map and then the second guy did some and then the spanish guy drew some. And I was like reminding him (in spanish) to put in some countries, like for example I said "donde esta brasil?" and he goes and colors in brazil, but it's really crap because he's already put Bolivia where Brazil is supposed to be, and so he puts brasil like underneath bolivia, and at the last minute I was trying to put in Chile, but then our time was up or something. I'u'uh. Also I was unpopular after that because making a crap map = unpopularity, but then I started, like, attacking people while singing and dancing, maybe not singing, I dunno, I think that made me be cool again. Also I was on a playground.
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