rebecca and i had an apartment together, but the ceiling was only 5 feet high, 4 in some places. we crawled a lot. we went to a big library that was about 30 stories, but only three were accessible to the public. they were random too, like 6, 19, and 27. and we went on one with some other girls we knew (in the dream world we knew them), and i saw andy. it was like everything that happened and stopped happening in real life was true in this dream. he was with some other people i knew (from real life), but i wouldn't make eye contact with him. and rebecca and i got back to our apartment and i wasn't sad i didn't look at him, but i was sad he didn't try to talk to me. and then i realized how beautiful our apartment was. it had dark wood floors and bright green plants. but short ceilings.
