Being driven to MIT but social security offices is right next to it lined with traffic. My old boss’s other expert dude drove me and my small friend to MIT in their compact sedan in a long line of cars. I squirmed as I was far too tall and my knees pressed against the seat. They already had problems so I didn’t not need this. We were dropped off and somehow transported to Cambridge or whatever. My small friend then wanted ice cream, but we had to escape the evil mindknots looking for my small friend being infected with ice cream to feel the joy of childhood again.