Dreamt:

Found a piece of mail from California in my mailbox. It was a traffic ticket for running a red light back in mid-July, together with a notice informing me that my California driver's license, as a result of the infraction, has been suspended indefinitely, "please report to your local DMV for further action." WTF!? What am I gonna to now with my Japanese car?

More mails: Japanese parking ticket, Japanese speeding ticket, medical claims from people I've injured in accidents, and damages from one night of drunk-driving. Totaling 2 million yen, roughly $20 grand. Jesus. I just received my first paycheck a week ago.

At this point, I thought: "There goes my plan to save some money in Japan."

Fast forwarding to another dream down the REM timeline. I walked out of my apartment with Will Smith, with a ragged goatee. We were discussing about something during which he disagreed almost constantly. We debated about the direction of Yonago train station, I turned out to be right and Will still wouldn't shut up. I hate him.