I’ll cut these odd, recollected flashings to the point:
There was a pair of thumb-shaped people. Each of them were about two-feet tall, one man, one woman. They dressed in the style of traditional (stereotypical?) Dutch people. The weird thing was the guy had to stay laying down, otherwise his organs would shift and kill him, and the lady had to stay standing for the same reason. They were on a news report in my dream that stated, “They’re perfect for each other. He can pick up low things, and she can grab things that are high… well, two-feet high…”
I was hanging out with Posh and Becks. We were at their house, in which everything was pure white – the fancy carpet, the leather couches, the marble end tables. Posh was leaning over the end table, leafing through magazines. Becks was relaxing across one of the couches (I think it was the love seat, but I didn’t want to put that… oops… at least I didn’t put he was shirtless… damn!) I was sitting on the floor across from Posh, at the end of the coffee table. We were all eating spaghetti for some reason. Finis.