Dreaming about Mario Kart and crossbows

I dreamt we were playing Mario Kart, the nintendo 64 version. We were sitting in a room and in the game were driving around and shooting green shells at each other. We left and went into the other room and then I think Dteve Kim started playing, so I asked Andrew if he wanted to join. We were all sitting on the floor. We were trying to pick a level and there were a bunch of mini levels of Rainbow road. We went into this menu and then it said you need 405 stars to play these levels, which we had so they loaded. All these maps were satellite imagery, and I was surprised we’d never played these levels before. Then not sure what happened but after a while i was in this lobby and a tall Russian guy was saying I owed him Monet from last time and a big dude was my bodyguard I guess, and they started negotiating. I told them to stop and I went outside. Then me and a friend were walking down the street trying to get back somewhere and we saw a really angry guy holding a piece of some cars fender and smashing it into the ground. There was a loud crunching noise, and we saw that he’d ripped that piece off a car nearby, the driver was still inside and they were arguing. We kept walking down the street, it felt like LA, and then there was a fence in the middle of the street. We got trough a door on the side, and then there was a chubby Asian guy, and someone else really angry. They were arguing and then the Asian guy pulled out a crossbow. (we’d been talking about crossbows at dinner last night). They still kept circling each other but I really did not want to be in the line of fire, so we started walking behind the angry dude. The crossbow guy fired and the bolt had some string attached to the end, and it missed everyone but the string was still there. We kept trying to circle around but the two guys were moving too, and the Asian guy fired a few more times, there was all this string hung in the air from where he’d shot. We finally got around him (we were in a jungle now) and that’s all I remember s

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