I was a paper-maker, specializing in cigarette papers. I invented this one kind of rolling paper that had crushed up match heads in it, so it was sort of off white with small red spots on it. You could just strike them against a wall and they would then light. Someone was after us though, so I remember running down this downward spiraling column of moving sidewalks. We were hiding out in some building from these creatures, and then another building next to us blew up I think. It looked like we were in Ravnica, the city of Guilds.
Number Two (took a nap later):
I was in the movie theater with my credit card papers, I left them. I went back for them, they were gone and Obama had taken them and changed them around. He's so sneaky...
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