Last night I dreamed that I was at school (I graduated college in 2009) and sitting at a desk in a computer lab, communicating with another student using Notepad and a file on the other person's desktop.
The dream then rewound to depict me setting this up: from one computer, I saved a text file with an unspecified filename, but one which dreaming-me hoped would catch the other student's attention. This version of Notepad apparently knew how to auto-update when the file's contents were changed externally (some version of Notepad++?). We communicated by typing messages into this file.
Then a different student (this was still in basically the same location, I think) decided that he was going to recreate some cudgel from a video game, "the one that was used to kill the king" (Uriel Spetim from Oblivion?). In the dream, I was annoyed because not only was he not doing anything to preserve the bread and prevent it from rotting (the issue of bread being soft and breakable did not occur to dreaming-me), it was a waste of food. In solidarity, I started eating an entire baguette of my own.