A coworker was going on a trip to Toulouse, and I was trying to help her plan the trip and find a place to stay in. I talked to an Airbnb host via the website’s chat. She thought we were a couple that just got married and congratulated me, then started explaining all of the issues that her house had with pictures as proof, ending with “sorry for nothing”. Most of the issues were related to the bathroom’s plumbing.

I was inside a house, perhaps that same Airbnb. The walls were painted in shades of blue. My bedroom had two of its walls made of sliding bay windows separating it from the hallway, with another wall having a window facing outside. It had a lot of light but certainly not a lot of privacy.

An Action Man figure was trying to climb up a pillar at the angle between the two bay windows. It was eating two nano tube geocaches, and climbed to reach a brand new light blue scented candle in a metal jar.

As it started to scoop up some of the wax to eat it, I decided that I did not want to have to deal with that figure having food poisoning and puking all over the floor, so I grabbed it and threw it out the window. I looked out the window and realized that it was falling out of bounds, as if it went under the bedrock in Minecraft.