Ed and I were at this huuuuuge antiques place. it was like the size of two schools glued together next to each other, it had 3 floors I think. we were outside but I lost him, so I was walking in front of the building to find another entrance. the whole thing was fenced off, and instead of a sidewalk there were a bunch of awkward river rocks that I had to walk on. it was in this strange town, and people kept looking at me from the other side of the street, like what are you doing. when I finally made it to the other end it was in this like projects area and I was like shit I can't be here and turned back around. once again walking on this uneven ground. keeping an eye out for snakes. I got in the entrance on the other side. after walking through a while, I found Ed. we were walking around looking at stuff, but stuff kept disappearing/moving and staircases would lead to nowhere. the owner would randomly appear in places and say weird things to us. it was really creepy and full of weird vibes. like somehow haunted/magical but not in a good way. so finally we tried to leave. I think we did buy something since it wasn't permitted to leave empty handed. we didn't want to bring anything home from this place though. we left, and the guy said something cryptic to me about answering my phone. as we walked away every few minutes my phone would ring once and stop, and the caller ID said something creepy along the lines of what the guy said. we just wanted to get out of there but we couldn't find the car. in the huge parking lot, where there weren't any other vehicles. so after a while we just walked along this road. there was nothing else to do. eventually we found the car. first we bumped into it but couldn't see it. it was invisible. the guy had moved it and there was some kind of enchantment on the whole area for people to get lost and not find a way home. but thankfully we discovered the car.
I was at home but there was a party, I had been sick all day. but then someone from the party had to go to the doctor because she was sick. I was confused about it because nobody took me to the doctor. but the my mom said she couldn't keep food down, and that my illness couldn't be treated by doctors.
I was in a hotel. I was by myself but staying somewhere that I could see disney from my window. I went out to eat at this restaurant because I didn't know what else to do. the guy next to me said that the bottom floor was in a different state and I could order different food there if I wanted. like local stuff. I had eggs. there was a middle aged guy on my left and a girl my age on my right. I was on the phone with monica but I think she fell asleep. the girl took my phone and said hi to her and then we ended the call. I became friends with the girl. as we were eating she mentioned there being onions in her homefries and how she hated that they did that without asking. then I realized mine were probably cooked with hers so I shouldn't eat them. I finished my eggs, and then every time I tried to eat the rest of my food, I had somehow picked up poop and ended up taking a bite of out that, spitting it out and throwing it on the ground. there was a pile of poop in the corner then and the girl laughed and took pictures of it. then a guy came over with a lawn mower to go over the poop and we left because we figured that would smell. the restaurant was underground in a cave, and it was a long tunnel with different restaurants all through it. I left my borrowed book and handful minigolf pencils on the return spot and we climbed the stairs out.
when we went to the car we realized that there was a buffalo sitting against it (though to me I couldn't see either, it just looked like a bunch of rocks). two other people were with us, a couple. the guy tried to be tough and lift the buffalo away himself. he pulled and pulled and we were like uhh wait we'll help, but then he pulled so hard he ripped his hands off. he was screaming and bleeding.I covered his girlfriend's eyes (she was lying on the ground because she was hurt from something else). he went off to get his nubs wrapped and we were trying to come up with a buffalo moving plan. I was whispering to my friend that it didn't seem like he bled enough when his hands were ripped off, like it should have been gushing. then he walked in with new prosthetic hands, like uhh where'd you get those so fast? he was all smug too. stupid jock.