I.. shit. Fuck my dream. I nap, and I dream of fucking France. And Then Courf was there? I think? Eponine was my sis and... everything was the same.
And then I was pretty much told to live on the streets and was starving. Everyone was starving. I would rather be starving than eat any of my "parents in the dreams" cooking that's for sure. And then.. Like.
I lived in some giant elephant though!
I was singing. About people singing, about them being angry. Something was wrong.