I’m at the same school where I smoked crack that time, in a previous dream. Coincidentally, a massive tarantula is lumbering in that exact spot. Everyone around me is wearing protective masks.
Bridger is getting interviewed in the food court about a recent project she made. I walk by and she notices me there but tries not to let on to the person she’s talking to. She starts answering the questions for my benefit, mostly messing with the interviewer.
I see Christian Purcell and we go outside. It’s freezing, so we go back in. I forget about Toast and panic once I realize he’s not around. Eventually I see him inside. He looks at me and takes a shits. While I’m waiting for him to be done, some random guy takes off his sock and picks up the shit with it. I basically call him out for the strange move, but I quickly rescind and thank him for the good deed. He starts talking shit about me with his friends and makes me feel bad. “Damn right I’m a good citizen. Who the fuck would call someone out for that, you piece of shit?”