I dream that it’s the last day of school (but it’s May! I think privately); some sort of guerrilla is once again happening outside the building. I go home and I’m welcomed by a basket of rescue kittens: oh, right, I should bring them to the vet at some point. I sit down to play Sims, my current family has a child with green skin and a “hate teenagers” personality trait. Indeed, she kills a teen, and I have to move the whole family next to a beach amusement park.