cute burglars from harvard

this one's kinda patchy in parts - ok first of all i got up in the middle of the night & saw an email from mike at tripleB about joining the dreamlog, so he got into the dream that way, i suppose - i was telling him to get DSL, & he was really happy with it, & i explained how it goes over the same phone line with these awesome compression algorithms & then somehow he got signed up twice, so i was trying to help him figure out how to fix that, when these guys from harvard broke into my house. they were trying to use that, we're really cute guys from harvard & we get away with this sort of thing to charm their way out of getting in trouble, & it worked, to a point. apparently there was some noise & this old biddy from upstairs (i was living in an unfamiliar two story apartment building) came running downstairs in her curlers & a robe to express her disapproval by banging on the door & running away - pretty spry for a senior citizen, i must say. & i'm all, it's only 7:30 you bitch! but anyway. then it gets fuzzy but later on i get a call, it's the operator babbling something about person to person & i'm all, do you mean it's collect? it was the guys from harvard. so i accepted the charges & bitched them out for being big rich spoiled harvard kids calling poor little me collect, then i remembered i'd asked them if they could get me a little something out of the chemistry lab & told them to call me collect if they could get it, so i started apologizing profusely all in the same breath - they never really got to say anything, & then i started waking up...