My fraternity and I were living in a house in a valley between the Chinese, Tibetan, Bhutanese, Nepalese, and Indian Himalayas. In a well-populated, cosmopolitan city no less. Basically this was some sort of fabrication my mind completely made up, but specifically referenced these places.
It was warm and my fraternity’s first mixer was coming up, but I was fighting with my closest Brother so I decided that I would not attend. A lot of things happened throughout the dream to drive the point home that my Brother was mad at me, but I don’t really remember this part much so I’ll just continue.”—riveraaf, The Moral of the Story is the Racists and Violence Against Innocents are Wrong