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We were taking a plane to some city. Instead of using the runway, it landed on a suspension bridge, which amazed and confused me as to how the wings of the plane never touched the suspension cables. I was just about to conclude that the wings simply retracted back, but I was interrupted by some interesting cityscape scenery. I was informed that this was (possibly) Chicago, which was dubbed as “the other Buffalo.” The plane never stopped rolling, so I was able to observe most of the buildings as they went by. They were very modern-art-deco in architecture. By nightfall, Corey and I went to check into a hotel. For some reason, we could not get in, so we walked around underground amidst the subway trains. He and I both had memorized the hotel’s phone number, and we both attempted to call them on his cell phone to ask for help regarding getting into the hotel. Apparently, we both memorized the wrong number though, because we both contacted some large and unrelated corporation. They could not help us. Later, I was with Corey, Mike, and Skulski in what was most likely a hotel room. It was the next day, and we were playing some RPG videogame. The three different classes of characters you could be were Wizard, Racecar, or Animal. Skulski seemed to have some control over who was what. When we were animals, there was a giraffe, a dog, and I was a peacock.