I shall tell you of a dream I had fellow Kirbies.
I prophesied a meteor shower as the moon waxed and waned in company of two planets and thirteen bright stars. Also in my dream, I saw a man, wearing a pink shirt, climb a mountain along with several others wearing red, yellow, blue, white and green. They climbed the mountain and stabbed a flag into it with "1" written on it. Then the image before me was swept up in a haze of stars until I was no longer looking at the mountain but instead a house. The house was two stories, and although it was somewhat barren, it was welcoming. One by one I saw cars pull up until the driveway and curbside were full. A group of guys filed out of the cars, and as they did I noticed again the pink, red, white, yellow, blue, and green shirts. It was summer. And time was no longer concrete, for I saw many sunsets and sunrises before time seemed to grasp reality. And then I woke up.
Meh, probably was nothing.