Ryan Sprake asked to see what was in the Altoids tin I had in my hands. I thought it was my matchbooks, which he’d already seen a couple of, but when he opened it up, there were these tiny things in there (I knew what they were in the dream, but now I can’t remember). And he proceeded to dump them in the kitchen garbage. I was all like, “Hey! What are you doing that for?” and tried to retrieve the items from the trash. They seemed important, whatever they were. [trying to fall asleep]