I had the weirdest dream this morning.
I was playing GTA Online, but in San Ferro (or whatever the San Fran name was). It was pretty on point and I can still remember how the map was. I ended up being thrown in the bad sports lobby for blowing up DJ Premier's plane. Yea, Premo's GTA avatar was in my dream
Anyways, I KNOW it's him, while other cats in the lobby don't know him, so I chase after him. He's in a luxurious plane that's taking off down a street. I end up ahead of him and unintentionally fukk up traffic. His plane hits my car and I end up getting billied 98k for it. I heard him say, "gimme your money, nikka!" before being thrown in BS lobby.
So I'm in a version of a lobby, which happens to look like a broken down crack motel. This lobby has a line that would make the DMV look like nothing. There's 2 lines: Cats registering in the BS and cats waiting to play. We can't go outside due to some reason, that's why we're in a cracked out motel. There's a small place outside that's within the motel that gives you an example of the experience. I gout out and there's a shytload of random dogs.
There's like 5 that follow me to a table where all off a sudden there's a plate of shyt shaped like a triangle.
Then there's like 3 dudes at my table explaining to me why and what it's for. I have no idea what it was for since I woke up.
GTA affecting my dreams.