I was playing a game of WarCraft III, 4vs4, there were two Night Elves, including me, on my team and we each decided upon a different path to follow. There were very large battles, but, surprisingly, no lag.
We were evidentially loosing, so the other Night Elf told me to go buy an expansion pack so that I could build a building that might turn the tides. I walked over to the game rack, not paying attention to the game at the time, and began to browse. He had told me the name of it, but that one didn't look like a WC3 expansion, and was $59.
Eventually I found it, and it only allowed you to build that one new building, so I bought it, despite the price being a /bit/ too expensive for such a simplistic expansion.
We were in a class, and the teacher explained that we were to complete exercises in preschool activity books. She pointed out the ones that we had, from the 16 or so leading preschools in the world, and said that we were each to pick out one. They were all very thick, consisting of numerous assignments.
I took my book to a space on the backside of the bookshelf where there were no books, and opened it up, browsing through it. It was full of stuff from "Oregon Trail", the computer game, with the first few assignments making you make things such as wanted posters.
I was then in my home, evidentially a radioactive area, causing us to not leave windows opened and unblocked by a screen, and also to be careful in mud puddles. Charles was at Ghram's house, evidentially, and I was watching through my computer. Charles was playing with the cat, throwing food at it.
Next I went through the window's screen to Ghram's house and stayed a while, then hopped out of his window and floundered around for a bit, falling down in mud puddles at the front door, walking over to the back, falling down in the puddles on the back steps, and grabbing my cloak to prevent it from getting soaked. The dream ended.