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I have never posted on tumblr before but I feel I must share the fucked up clown festival my day became and it's all because of @samreich

All the way ago in the far-off time of 6:30am this morning, I woke up terrified after my alarm went off loudly as my dream self pressed an elevator call button. An elevator that would not have arrived because of the evil deeds of dream-Sam Reich. Let me break this down. The dream starts as I take the third elevator (which in real life does not work) up to my college, on the second floor (third for you Americans). I left something in the elevator, but couldn't get it before the elevator went to the third floor. As much as I could try, the elevator call button did not work, and it stayed on the third floor. I took the second elevator up to meet it, grabbed my thing, and tried to return to floor 2. The elevators didn't work. No matter what I tried, they wouldn't work. I go to the first elevator, which is for some reason cylindrical now, but it doesn't work either. None of the elevators will take me anywhere but the third floor. I hear quiet giggling behind me and swing around. Sam Reich is sitting there at a sort of secretary desk that definitely wasn't there before in the middle of the third-floor lobby. He's trying to hide his laughter behind a clipboard, but he's having too much fun. I look back at the elevators, the second one is now cylindrical, and the third has no walls, it's just a platform on a rope. Sam bursts loudly into almost evil laughter. I ask him if he can make them work, he just makes a 'you can do better than that' face and doesn't answer. Someone on the floor suggests I use the stairs. Sam says; "The stairs don't work". I never found out what that even meant, but it was said several times by multiple people.

I spent quite a while trying to figure this out before waking up in an alarm-induced panic. I then had to convince myself that Sam Reich: A. Is not currently in New Zealand B. Does not run the School of Tourism and C. is not out there somewhere trying to make my life into an elaborate Game Changer bit where he traps me on the third floor of a building.

I open tumblr and come face to face with:

Which has me convinced that I am actively being haunted by Sam Reich and my life really has been a Game Changer bit all this time. I promptly didn't use an elevator all day, just in case.

I retaliated by being a film student and (accidentally) reinventing Game Changer for my own purpose, that being an assessment about making a studio show episode.