I think this took place in the house where I grew up.
It was the night before Christmas and I hadn't done any shopping at all. I was trying to figure out where I was going to go for presents, and for some reason one of my former students (from when I taught English in Korea) was staying with my family. I found myself rummaging around in a closet to find a remote-controlled Tonka dump truck. Maybe I was going to give it to Jinho? I dunno, but Jinho was apparently supposed to go back to Korea but he wasn't budging.
The rest is too hazy to write about in any detail. It was a pretty lame dream anyway!
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