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I had a strange dream about the OOA last night. I dreamt that somehow I ended up at a job interview for the OOA council in this very old abandoned factory downtown that I took the Chicago train to get to in Los Angeles. There were many people there but only a handful of us were chosen to interview upon arrival and we were all called out of the group by name me, Mike, Melissa, Megan, Amie, and others they knew well from our activity in the community. Then we were blindfolded and taken up many stairs. I was placed alone and observed and exited. I sat at a break room table surrounded by others in blindfolds. Then a group of children started chanting my name from somewhere unseen. An attendant called my name and said I was finished and should exit the other side of the building. I stepped into an unstable stairwell and toppled over the side into another stairwell and over and over again for 8 or 9 stairwells until I landed at the bottom in a heap with roaring laughter echoing from above.