March 28, 2012 dream

I'm on a motorcycle, driving past a large building. Inside the building are old buds at middle school partying (now highs-choolers). In particular, I'm looking for AH so I can ask him a question concerning what he wrote in my yearbook in 8th grade. Later on, I'm in front of the driveway door thingymabob. I pull out a large purple plastic giraffe air thing. Looks cartoony. With a serious tone, I say that it is a sacred weapon since it is stronger than appears. If push a button, a needle appears from it, and it can be harmful. The garage door opens, and I walk inside to find something in some box in the garage.