August 21st, 2000 CE

Last night, I was dreaming I was at work, and these punk-ass teens kept on showing up and breaking in; climbing the fences and whatnot. And they were coming in, like 20 at a time. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I kept trying to get rid of them and to get them to stop wrecking things, but I was totally out-numbered, and they just laughed at me. After they left, a kangaroo showed up, jumping over the fence, and I had to shoo it off the site. Then ANOTHER wave of kids showed up, and I tried to arrest them all, but I couldn't get all of them at once. They got away, and then ANOTHER kangaroo showed up. I was so furious that I grabbed the stupid thing and tossed it off the top of the building, only to see it splat against the ground below. I felt terrible about it, as I watched the puddle of blood slowly form under it's broken, lifeless body.