Ooo..
Scary
monochrome blue environment. Stuck in a
wicker chair, spinning around and can't figure out how to get up.
Then my
dream being floats up into a
cloud and wanders over to this drug house that owes me
money. I go in and Tiny is there.. but he is not Tiny, he looks like Andy. Neither of them don't live there IRL. Hrm.
Hear door
slam.. and someone walks out with a bag of books that are mine.. Which is good because I love my books. And then Tiny says that the man who owes me money isn't there even though I saw him through a window to another room... Hrm. I contemplate stomping both of their balls, but realize that the
hatred isn't worth it. Those people are no good. (Well Tiny IRL is good, but in this dream he was BAD!) Hrm. It all made no sense. But I got my books back! and that is good.