DISCLAIMER: there are lots of strange shifts without warning which are not entirely logical, but this is how it went. Bear with me, I just feel like I need to write this down.

I'm talking to a friend, I don't recall who exactly. He says: "Tobias (from arrested development) is usually my go-to fake personality, until I learned about..."

Scene change, now we are observing Tobias auditioning for a part in a Bug's life or something: He is in giant tin can. "Woah woah. No balance no balance. I'm dead." Tobias falls over dramatically and acts dead.

I say: "well if you are on something with periodic motion (like a slightly rocking tin can) and you quiver with a resonant frequency to the motion, you're gonna have a bad time..." Hey I wonder if that would work with the earth... Like with rotation or... The sun... Uh... Nvm. Back to Tobias's scene.

Tobias is trying to escape basement by bashing through basement walls with sledgehammer arm. (Basement reminds me of the basement in the war of the worlds). A woman (blonde, thin) is also in basement and gets beaten by tobias's hammer hand. It is not funny.

Tobias and woman are apparently the same person now.

Woman goes up stairs to try to escape the basement, but she is naked and cannot walk properly due to considerable leg injuries from Tobias's beating. I am surprised by the full frontal nudity in this show. She tries to blend in by pretending to be in a nude dance class where people seem to be dancing like fish. It works surprisingly well. Another woman (black, light skinned) is the dance instructor.

I am now in woman's place, and we are no longer in a dance studio, but in a library owned by Google. Appropriately, we are all wearing clothes now.

The instructor now says: "You look familiar. OK computer when did i last see this person?" She isn't wearing Google glass, but stares blankly waiting for a response and I get an odd feeling from how she seems so integrated with the technology. She looks around a bit confused, until she sees that she had left her google glass on the table.

While she is looking I am amused to see that she was just playing Kerbal Space Program on computer in library, and I see her ship still moving towards the Mun.

"Oh there it is..." She doesn't put it on though, and looks back to me.

I ask her about google glass under pretense of being an employee doing a thesis using it. At this point it seems like my goal is to sneakily acquire this information. She believes my story and excitedly shows me slide show about secrets of Google glass complete with a slide show.

I see the ksp ship has crashed due to her being distracted and am surprised to see a that a Kerbal survived the impact and is now floating in space, but as camera rotates I see it is the headless body of a Kerbal. I am upset, but then I remember this game isn't so gruesome and realize it is just a rocket part that I mistook for a body. The instructor woman is now telling me about the her phone linked to the google glass. "300$ because it has the blah blah blah DPI screen and blah blah, but it will be $200 normally. The current price of 2400 is just for early adopters.

The woman's (apparent) boyfriend(Hispanic, bald) gets up to leave kisses her good-bye. She gives him the "ugh, you would do this, face".

I am now not sure if the woman is actually John Green (a man from the awesome crash course youtube videos). At this point I realize that the slide show is showing up on screen in front of us and on a projector screen behind us. Our voices also seem to be echoing on a television broadcast. At this point I realize we are probably disrupting a lot of the other people who are around in the library (I just noticed they were there). One man gets up and turns off the screen, and gives John Green the stink eye. Apparently our discussion was being broadcast somewhere, and the library TV shows static briefly and then another broadcast in progress takes over. John Green looks very distraught and leaves without another word. I look back to John's PC and see the remains of the Kerbal ship float off into space forever. This gives me a very eerie feeling.

Now everybody is leaving, and I decide to sleep here. This is a perfectly acceptable choice which does not seem weird and there is a actually bed here. Google provides these for people to stay in apparently. The library now looks more like a hotel room.

Transferring my attention to the lonely ship part, I bounce the crash remains off the moon in some sort of virtual reality setup and it makes pleasant bell sounds. I remember seeing paper about how moon sounds like bell. To bad space can't carry sounds; it might sound cool. This eventually turns into me playing with musical walls modulated by how they are touched. A dynamically generated music video also comes up on the walls. I transfer back and forth between slow new-age music and intense techno-beat by moving my hands on the wall. It is pretty sweet, even though I don't love the music. I find myself dancing around the room and then feel a bit embarrassed and look around to make sure no one is watching. I don't see anyone, but I see my name in the music video and feel a bit creeped out. How do they know my name? I must be facial recognition from the cameras I just noticed. I see one of them looking directly at the bed.

I decide to turn off the music and turn on the tv by the bed. The TV has the discovery channel w/ old school nat geo. I am pleased. I sit in bed, but am not tired. I decide to do some work and get up to go get laptop my laptop from my backpack by the door. While getting up I wonder what Google has to gain by providing such a high tech place for people to stay free of charge. I guess it must be usability studies and probably they are collecting personal data too, I guess...

When I look down I notice 4 exact copies if my backpack. Wtf? They are exactly the same. Does Google have a replicator? In my room? I shrug it off and consider the potential profit from laptop resale.

I look up from my backpack and see a plastic sign which reads "please contact the company immediately if you experience duplicate syndrome."

Duplicate syndrome? Hmm, I wonder if that explains the multiple backpacks? Should I contact them? I begin to feel a bit panicked. This all doesn't make sense. What the hell is going on here?

Suddenly a man who looks like a blonde Jack McBrayer comes in.

Startled, I blurt out: "I need to contact the company!"

He says he is here from the call center to apologize for whatever he did to upset me so much on the phone yesterday.

"what? I don't understand?"

"Well I must have done something to upset you because of today..."

Jack McBrayer now begins to look very cross. I don't understand what he is talking about but then it all clicks.

"Oh no... I was returning a call and I called a ton of times?" (Because there are duplicates of me!!!)

He is looking more and more sinister and I am beginning to get afraid.

"I am so, so sorry, please. You don't understand, something is terribly wrong. Let me make it up to you somehow. I'll do whatever, just calm down and I will try to explain."

He is moving closer and closer and I am backing into a corner.

"You don't get to apologize. You upset a lot of people at the company, and now you must pay!"

He lunges at me and tries to stab me with a pen he pulled out of his pocket. I am screaming for help, and someone is watching from outside the window in the library. I wake up in a panic, very paranoid about copies of myself in my house. So... yeah, that is it. Thoughts?