I was in a Lego town somewhere, and I needed to get to a listening room in a certain library. Doc Brown was going to help me get there, so I met him at a gas station. He was wearing a big red hat to disguise himself from the bad guys, and had a mechanical arm on his back, so that when he was giving me directions, someone watching him from behind would think he was pointing me in a different direction than he actually was. Eventually, me, a female friend of mine, and a kid whose ethnicity seemed to change every time I looked at him, all got onto a ferry that would take us to the library. On the way there, I started counting my money, and didn't get done until we were at the library. I had more twenties than I usually do, several million-dollar bills (which I knew weren't actually money), at least two two-dollar bills, a genuine $220 bill and $280 bill from 1800, which I had bought from a rummage sale for a few cents each, and wondered if the library would accept as money. When we got to the island where the library was, I was still looking at all the money in my wallet, and in there, I found a package to my mom from one of her friends, that was apparently some Precious Moments-type figurine guy that she was looking for. Finally, I went inside the library, which was very cool-looking. I started to go to the back of one of the familiar-looking library rooms, but realized that probably wasn't where the listening room was. Instead, I went into the big room with the enormous round staircase that was, like the rest of the floor, draped in orange patterned carpeting. I ran up and down the staircase, but then stopped, realizing I probably shouldn't be running in a library. I brushed myself off and started walking up the stairs at a reasonable pace. Once I got to the top, I saw a nook that led to several audio-related rooms. I passed over the audio recording room on the left for the listening room on the right, which a family had just walked out of. I was holding a guitar at this point, which I didn't plan on using, but was just carrying to look more moody. In the listening room, before I got around to listening to what I was supposed to listen to, I somehow stumbled upon a music video of some girl singing about Tetris and sex. It turned out that this library had a thing where you can submit music videos to them and they'll keep them in there for anyone who wants to listen to them, and they also give them a professional review. This video had gotten a "Very Low" on the library's "Teen Sex Likeliness" rating, and 1 out of 10 golden eggs overall, with the recommendation to find more catchy Tetris-based lines. Just for kicks, I looked up another video, involving a fat shirtless guy, that I knew was a huge hit on YouTube. It had gotten almost word-for-word the exact same review, with the same 1 out of 10 golden eggs, and I realized that in YouTube, like in real life, it's not about quality but about getting the right people to see you. Then I woke up before I ever listened to what I was supposed to listen to.