I had a strange dream last night. I drempt that I was eating dinner with my mother at this lovely restaurant (somewhere in Fake Los Angeles). Suddenly, someone I know (who's represented to look like someone else in my dream), comes by our table and sneakily steals a bottle of Drambuie that we had bought for later, and winks at me. Obviously, nobody else in the restaurant notices, and no one seems to care when I say that he's stolen the bottle - so I tell my mother I'll be right back, and I streak out of the restaurant after him. Noticing that I'm barefoot, after I've been running across huge streets and up stairs near a freeway, luckily my feet don't seem to get cut or hurt at all. I realize that I recognize the area that I'm following him to, so I decide to call up one of my friends who lives up there. I ask him if the guy who stole from me lives with him, and he said yes - so then I tell him what happened and said that I'll be at his apartment soon. Eventually after winding through some fairly interesting areas (one in particular, right near my friends apartment, that resembles a Mardi Gras - but in an area compiled of mostly stairs and bridges (very French looking)). Anyways - I finally make it up to my friend's apartment, and the guy is there - I confront him, and everyone starts looking at me like I'm crazy, and that I have no business being angry with him. He finally admits that he's taken the bottle, but everyone there has already consumed it - so I demand he pays me $20 for it. He rushes back to his bedroom, and comes out holding a $10 - I tell him it's not a $20 - so he goes back again, this time he comes out with a $1 bill. This goes on for about 6 times where he keeps bringing the wrong bill out to me - and I finally stop and practically start to cry, and ask him why he's doing this to me. And then tell him that my poor mother is waiting alone at a restaurant, and has no idea if I'm alright or what's going on....this seems to strike a nerve in him, so (after I already have a $10 in my hand) he pulls out another $10 bill and I take off running through the madness of the Mardi Gras, back down the eternal stairs and past the freeway... I woke up before I reached my mother at the restaurant - but the whole dream left me with this strange feeling. A little empty inside - and feeling like I don't really have people's support at the moment. Hmmm - strange how a dream can do that.