I had a really odd dream this morning. I just remembered some of it. I was in Japan. For some odd reason, my family was there, too. They've never expressed any interest in visiting Japan, really, but they were there. We were in a CD store, I think. I was speaking English to the cashiers and they were responding in Japanese and I could understand what they were saying. My mom told me I shouldn't buy anything that I could buy back home just as easily. I'd already bought a few things there, then I picked something else up and bought that, too. It was kind of a bizarre dream, treading the boundary between the utterly mundane and the really trippy.