One summer my family and I had left on a rather lengthy road trip. All the while that we'd been gone, back home it was raining. So, when we finally get back to our house, I take one step in the door, and literally ten fleas jump onto me. They had escaped the rain by coming to our house through the floor. So, for the next year, I had an ever present issue with the fleas. Why they liked me best, I still don't know. However, a full year of having fleas eventually got to me.
The following summer, I had a dream: My family was surrounding my bed, and to my right a doctor stood. He told me, "Because you have been bitten by so many fleas, you have contracted some sort of cross between cancer and the plague."
"Oh, dear god. Is there anything that can be done to cure me, doc?" I pleaded.
"Sure!" He said, cheerfully. He pulled out a needle full of some sort of liquid. "This vaccine will cure your illness--but I can't give it to you here. First you must go to Denmark, which is now located in China, in order for me to give it to you."
I woke up right at that point and told the dream to my brother. He couldn't stop laughing for a while.
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