I am back in Chicago.Ā
I am walking down a path that looks like itās the bike trail at white rock lake; the foliage is very Dallasesque. I get the desire to run home (itās the day currently) and I begin to run. As I run it gets dark very quickly and the road gets wider and I get scared. I look behind me and thereās a car driving but itās just a guy in a small Forrest management truck and he looks at me a bit confused like āwhatās he running for?ā The truck is reminiscent of the arboretum ones in DTX. Also as the road expanded things started to look like cape cod in terms of foliage. I then see what I think are my cross-streets and I calm down and think Iām almost home.Ā
Flash to inside a Dairy Queen, itās chaotic in there people are screaming and it feels like a doctors office. I get scared very quickly and start frantically looking for ways out. Peopleās faces start to contort and employees seem to do nothing. I run on top of tables and other things in an effort to escape- the contorting faces become more clear. One is an infant with black sludge and caked blood on her face screaming so so loud and then her face twists into an old womanās with lipstick smeared on her face and sheās screaming too. Iām crying at this point. I jump up to another level and employees are just sitting around doing nothing, a line cook puts out family meal and itās quesadillas. I look out the window and realize Iām not even at my cross streets, Iām on seminary.Ā
I then start sprinting through a hall that turns into an apartment. I jump out the window in an effort to escape and break through the glass and fall into a playground. The dream zooms out to an external narration of the red scare subreddit they say things like āthis is the craziest part, he think he got away but he left one of his flip flops there and they mention that this is the apartment complex thatās had break ins latelyā. While this is happening some guy with long hair is blowing leaves and Iām watching him as I lie on the grass hoping he doesnāt notice. Once he walks far enough away I think Iām good to go, and then wait a little longer because better safe than sorry. Things then shift back to normal narration and I run home without realizing my sandal is still the playground. It turns out my street was just across the way and in the dream state I get home without incident and also without seeing that itās me going home.Ā
The dream ends with this red, blue, and yellow flip flop staying on the playground and moving a bit on its own as kids come out to play.Ā
So a few months ago, probably a few weeks before I went back home for Christmas, I had this random dream about my hometown. I showed up to this cookout and as Iām walking around Iām running into all my exes from my hometown. They all tell me one by one that we need to talk. My cousin tells me I have to get outta there and we plan an escape. I leave and walk down the block, trying to catch a bus back to my moms when I run into a guy I had beef with from way back when. I donāt think he notices me but I get nervous because when I go back I try to avoid people as much a possible. Then it just suddenly turns to night and Iām walk as fast as I can. Not to catch the bus but I just feel the need to speedwalk. I was extremely anxious and paranoid before I left my hometown and this dream put me back in that mindset. It sucked man.
need to jot this down while itās freshā¦
it felt like I was in gta, Danny Devito was there and got a little to wasted, he started getting really angry and throwing bottles at me, when I tried to get him I pulled out my glock and ran through some of the broken glass injuring my feet during the pursuit. He tried to escape via train but I shot a well placed cap in his ass and he got sent to the loony bin.
The crazy part was after I woke up, I was scared to walk around cause it felt like I had tons of cuts in my feet. likeā¦wtf first dream in a while that I remember plus Danny was painted and dressed up as dracula
me and my best friend Michelle are in a hotel room with one of my Tumblr mutuals and a faceless person. We're here hiding because for some reason, we're grown up versions of the characters of Catch That Kid (2004) (Watched this the other day and sobbed at the end btw) and we've pulled off another heist because we're addicted to the rush. While in the hotel room, Michelle puts on what can only be described as a 'home movie' of she and I. We're in the jungle. I'm blonde, a dye job that I can tell I did myself from the way it's toned. It actually looks pretty good save for a little of the brassy tones at the roots. It's always hard to deal with the roots. I'm holding a monkey in my arms. It likes me. I've got silver star stickers all over my face and Michelle is smiling hard like a kid. We both look happy which I know we haven't felt in a while. I find myself longing for it even though I have no recollection of the moment. We all go for a smoke break outside, which resembles a scene I remember from the Good Wife that I watched a couple months ago. We're trying to devise a plan. I feel guilt and we don't come up with anything good. I'm asleep in the hotel bed again and I have a dream inside of this dream where Michelle is cuddling Barbara Streisand. I think she's in this dream because I had that Duck Sauce song stuck in my head a couple days ago. I wake up before my 7:15 AM alarm. The sun is up and I find myself wanting to be blonde again.