My dream started with me looking through my stuff trying to find a giant fish tank that I had from a dream a long time ago. I was getting worried because I knew IĀ hadnāt fed my lizards and fish that were inside it in forever (because the dream was so long ago). My mom was there and she told me I havenāt had that fish tank in years.. I got so frustrated with not being able to find it, I was asking my mom aggressively if she had thrown it away, or if she just didn't know where it was?? Then I found a box of clothes in my dadās room that had been in my room the day before, and I got paranoid that someone had been going through my house and moving things around.
Not sure how it transitioned into my next dream, but here is the next part:
I was on a flight where nobody knew where we were going. I was with a lot of people from my friend group and from high school that I donāt talk about anymore. As we were landing, we could see that we were landing into a forest, but when we got out of the plane, there was a whole town where the trees just were. In my mind, I pictured how it used to be with the trees, and somehow realized that we had time traveled. We were way in the future. There were a bunch of adults waiting for us up on the balcony of one of the hotel buildings. The hotel looked more like an old European boarding school. I got a creepy, eerie, feeling from the adults that were waving to us. Somehow I knew that they were not to be trusted.
I couldnāt figure out what room I would be in, and couldn't find any of my money... I also realized that in this future, it was as if we went into the past and that black/white roles were reversed. It wasnāt so far into the past that white people didnāt have their freedom, but they were definitely looked down upon as sub-human and less than other people. I asked my black friend to help me because I wasnāt allowed to directly talk to the adults myself, because Iām white. We got our room orders, and for some reason my sister was listed in a room with a bunch of boys from my high school. Now for some reason the numbers 213 kept coming up, and there was a short period in the dream where there was a girl who thought she was a witch, telling us how much sheās been seeing the numbers 213 everywhere, and she was showing us with a magnifying glass how the numbers 213 were in different things, like a book and some mail.
From there, we went past an old man who was my friend and his little brotherās uncle, who almost drove them over. My friend was so confused, shoutingĀ āuncle its me!!ā but the uncleās eyes were glazed over and he looked as if he was under some spell, or like he was something else disguising himself as my friendās uncle. We walked up the stairs to this corridor type of place and thatās where it got really weird. I canāt really remember the specific order of the events, but this place we came to was really messed up. They had all of the kids in separated rooms, like jail cells. Each person would have to decide between two different disgusting things to do for the day. One person I saw had to eat this huge, white, flat thing, that looked like flattened out intestines. I feel like this part had something to do with the seven deadly sins or something, but I have no idea. It was kind of like a scene from one of the SAW movies.
Again, Iām not really sure how this dream moved into the next, but here it is:
I was walking along a shopping center and one of my friends asked me to do her makeup, which I suck at makeup but I tried it out anyways! And then she told me that our double date bailed on us. I had no idea that I was supposed to go on a date, and I also have a boyfriend, so I was confused. I told her that it was okay because I donāt think my boyfriend would have been okay with that anyways. Then she tells me that my boyfriend actually set the date up?? I was super confused at this point. She then showed me mean texts from the boy that I was supposed to go on the date with that were sent to my boyfriend, and said that me going on the date was some sort of getting back at the boy for those texts? The gist of the texts were that this guy was upset with my boyfriend for never having to pay any bills, and that this guy has had to pay a bunch of bills ever since he got out of high school, and that he has to cook his own bacon everyday. So for some reason these texts really piss me off that someone would get all angry towards my boyfriend because he has it easier than this guy?Ā
So I find the guy at the shopping area, (which by the way, is dark and seems like a movie scene from a New Orleans crime show, with it being very damp, with water dripping from random places)Ā and I walk straight up to him and punch him in the face. We end up fighting, but heās mainly just trying to dodge my hits, and Iām yelling at him for the texts sent to my boyfriend, telling him that he doesn't have to be upset at him for not having to pay bills, and that we make scrambled eggs sometimes, so heās not the only one making his own breakfast??
Then I have to also fight his uncle? Idk
Afterwards, I find my boyfriend who is cracking up with one of my friends and Iām likeĀ āwow great date you set me up on??ā
Transition into the next part:
Some guy in all purple is running past us, screaming that someoneās coming for him, followed by another guy that looks like maybe he's holding a gun? He throws the gun?? at the first guy and it turns into a big scene. I end up staying far away from the action, and start to call the police, when the guy with the gun starts walking around to all the people watching, threatening them. I lay on the ground to hide while my phone is still calling. On the other line, I hear a lady answer asking me questions I canāt really hear. I tell her that I need help and that someone has a gun. She asks meĀ āwhat kind of fur is on his belly?ā I was like āwhat?? I need help, thereās a man with a Ā gunā and she keeps asking me questions about cat grooming until I look at my phone and realize I dialedĀ ā92cat22ā³ which apparently called the cat groomer?? So then I try to redial 911, but now the guy with the gun is next to me, and I donāt want him to know Iām dialing 911, so I try to make my phone as quiet as possible and try to lay as still as possible, so that I donāt raise any alarms in his head.
And thats all I remember.
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