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Ok, this one's a doozy.
Let's see how it started out. I was either in Starkville, MS, or Columbia, MO, and i think i was going to college. I went to a restaurant with a group of people. I don't know who most of them were, but one of them was a married girl I have a crush on, and another was my current flatmate. This restaurant happened to be floating in a huge river - i think maybe the Mississippi, and my flatmate had his coin collection on a piece of wood floating next to our table. As to be expected, this piece of wood flipped over and lost his collection, but i saved one coin from Iceland.
So the scene changes to a trailor park where we're all going to a party. This huge biker looking guy is puking his guts out in the middle of someone's yard, violently so. We got to the party and the fat guy followed us in. His name was, not surprisingly, Tiny. He was about 9' tall and weighed several hundred pounds. The married girl was there along with her husband. Every time he turned his back, she would kiss me. A long line of little tiny baby crocodiles were marching through the trailer, but it turned into a long line of little tiny baby alligators, and everyone started arguing over which was which. I went to the bathroom and ants and roaches were everywhere, all in straight lines, and they attacked me, latching on to my fingers like leeches.
The scene changed again to several people walking down the sidewalk in town. marcie and I were doing the can-can. Then Roy D. Mercer started talking and i woke up. He was what was playing on Winamp, so i assume he leaked in to my dream.
Let's see how it started out. I was either in Starkville, MS, or Columbia, MO, and i think i was going to college. I went to a restaurant with a group of people. I don't know who most of them were, but one of them was a married girl I have a crush on, and another was my current flatmate. This restaurant happened to be floating in a huge river - i think maybe the Mississippi, and my flatmate had his coin collection on a piece of wood floating next to our table. As to be expected, this piece of wood flipped over and lost his collection, but i saved one coin from Iceland.
So the scene changes to a trailor park where we're all going to a party. This huge biker looking guy is puking his guts out in the middle of someone's yard, violently so. We got to the party and the fat guy followed us in. His name was, not surprisingly, Tiny. He was about 9' tall and weighed several hundred pounds. The married girl was there along with her husband. Every time he turned his back, she would kiss me. A long line of little tiny baby crocodiles were marching through the trailer, but it turned into a long line of little tiny baby alligators, and everyone started arguing over which was which. I went to the bathroom and ants and roaches were everywhere, all in straight lines, and they attacked me, latching on to my fingers like leeches.
The scene changed again to several people walking down the sidewalk in town. marcie and I were doing the can-can. Then Roy D. Mercer started talking and i woke up. He was what was playing on Winamp, so i assume he leaked in to my dream.