One of the Caliborns was wearing a red clown nose.

I dreamed that three Caliborns baked an obviously-poisoned cake for John. Someone objected to this: "okay we're going to throw that cake in the ocean right now." (They were on a boat.) One of the Caliborns responded: "WHY WOULD ANYONE NOT WANT A CAKE BAKED BY THREE CALIBORNS."

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*phone rings*

Me: Hel -

Dad: Sarah! You need to come to my office tomorrow.

Me: Why?

Dad: Can you come early, like around ten?!

Me: What do you need me to do?

Dad: It's - I'll bring my laptop, it's this Facebook thing, I have too many people on Facebook! I can't get to my real email, it's all just Facebook and I can't get anything done!

Me: Can't you just tell me your email password? I can get in there right now and set up a Facebook filter.

Dad: It's [password]. You can do that?! This really needs to be fixed, honey, I can't -

Me: I'm going to do it right now, and then I'll call you back, okay?

Dad: Okay - but you have to come into town in the morning! You have to - renew your driver's license!

Me: Okay, Dad -

Dad: And you have to bring the cake to the office!