The first part of my dream took place in a dark, foggy place that looked somewhat like a graveyard. The grass and the buildings seemed to be suspended in space because the sky was so dark, and the things I could see were lit by unknown sources. I walked along a sidewalk path for a little while until I reached my destination: an enormous, ominous library.
Like the outside, the inside was dimly lit. The books inside the library were as ridiculously huge as the building they were in (there were also old-fashioned toys in there for some reason, but I won't go into that). As I explored the various books, I stumble upon one that I wanted very badly; unfortunately, it happened to be on the top shelf (which was much higher than a typical top shelf). So, having nothing better to do, I climbed the bookcase like it was a rock wall. When I finally reached the top, the entire bookcase began to lean back further and further until it fell.
Everything went black.
The second part of my dream took place in a trailer home, and the dream started in the middle of an investigation. Someone had been murdered with, I suspected, a golf ball. I was interrogating an older woman, asking her questions as I smashed her windows and dishes (I was quite out of character at this point). Suddenly, a golf ball flew threw the window and hit the woman in the neck, killing her instantly (of corse).
Then I found my self inside of a large school bus. There was something different about this bus however; instead of having typical bus seats, it had folding chairs. As the bus rode along, the person sitting next to me and I were quoting Shakespearean monologues (some of which I am pretty sure do not actually exist). All of a sudden, the bus crashed and the folding chairs all shut instantly, breaking the backs of many passengers. Fortunately, I was delivering a monologue at the time, so I happened to be standing up.
Then I awoke.
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