I dreamt I organized a marathon and we were all running in it from some benefit or something. Barlow had to quit because he starting smoking, and it was all Nate's fault.

Another night, I was trying to make my flight to or from Florida. I decided I didn't need my duffel bags, so I ran up to the elevator to put them back in my room. The elevator started going on this rickety path made from wooden tracks and detoured so they could escort convicted felons to some other facility. I was mad because now I was late and would miss my plane.