I dont know if I’m in Italy but i believe i am, why i do not know why. This sort of nerdy local gains interest in me. Tells me  to come tomorrow to the cafeteria early as he works there but doesn’t specify why. I leave the club with the group i believe el hadj is there but the nerdy kid says to follow him down the street so he can show me something. He begins running and within seconds is over a quarter mile away i decide to rejoin the group of friends instead of running but then start thinking what if i can have my own little hideaway in Italy that ppl dont know about.

I dont remember if I actually go, i do remember debating it and seeing some white women leaving a park finishing or starting their nightly runs.
Later i remember dancing fuck i can’t remember what classic Jamaican song, but i bounce to it slowly and walk dance all the way outside to where a little huddle of people are dancing cause we’re all maybe Jamaican i guess. Tylanna is in the huddle as is James. I sort of kick someone out of the huddle. My old canon with the shoelaces has been gaining around my neck. James takes a clip off of it, i poke him in the ribs which he responds to with his face and i say im sorry tit for tat we start talking. Who is the guy that rolls by in the strange little white vehicle, i believe he was a drug dealer, a car so small and it has a dash board that’s a level platform directly in front him so hard to explain.  We begin talking about Pinterest, well really, about tumblr, and i make a joke about it tumblr he says i have a tumblr, i say i just used it, he says really, i say no i got something off of Pinterest that was linked to a tumblr page.

Way earlier in the dream i am sure i was interacting wit my mom and some others.