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Travel Woes

First, two friends of mine- Dennis & Emily, and also a girl who I don’t recognize but intuit that I’ve recently started to date, have invited me to a 1-night stay at a luxury hotel in Canada. It is late at night, and they were about to head there on the road. They tell me that it would cost “800$, then 200$ more”, and I am flabbergasted that they’d spend this much for a brief stay in a hotel that far away. I say that I cannot afford it, and they continue to urge me. Dennis posts a link on his social media, that is a birds-eye view of google maps, of a brown & grey neighborhood, which I assume to be either the hotel, or near it. As soon as I begin to zoom out, the title below reads “Carver, MA”. I know I am not intending to go with them, but I head out north on my own to test out how far away it might be. The road becomes several different video games, which have various mysterious troops of characters wandering the woods.

Later, I am with my wife, at our modest suburban-urban home. We are speaking with a married couple that we are friends with. They have recently moved to another country, and I have a vision of their neighborhood there. Next, they say they are going to move to Germany, and when I have a vision of that place, it is luxury condos that are at least 3 stories tall, in a snowy, quite place, and they are on the top floor. When my vision enters their place, it is clean, minimalist, and nearly Japanese in style. Next, I envision a ghost in the apartment, and intuit that it has a violent history/ has some kind of baggage. Next, I see the face of the ghost, which is a woman, and it attacks the man, and brutally murders him, and I briefly see the man’s bloody face as he laid on the ground. Coming back from my vision, the married couple is leaving our home, and I chase after him to urge him not to move to the place, but I don’t think I caught him in time.

Next, perhaps separately, I am at a funeral in a suburban/urban backyard. There are people grieving in the yard, and in order to figure out who has died and why, I attempt to go into the house, through big sliding glass doors on the porch. I am told that everyone inside is the person’s family, and that I am not allowed in there.

Later, I am somewhere completely different, making psychedelic music with a co-worker, and I wake up with the sound of swirling guitars and drums in my head.

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Maze House

First, I am at my family’s home, and I have intuited that there has been a murder, by a man named Don. I also intuit that he intends to keep us in the house, so I escape, and go into the center of town, which looks a bit like Harvard square. I am hiding in different shops, when someone encourages me to remember Don’s last name, then approach law enforcement about it. I think I remember, and find a state law enforcement office. I wait in line, and speak to a female clerk while there are officers around. I think I got my message across to one of them, before going through a side door, which lead to what looked like a recreation center/ warehouse of some kind.

Next, I am at a gathering similar to a combination of a house party, and a fun house you might find at a carnival or fair. The goal of the party is to have fun & reach the end of this M.C. Escher-esque house, with strange, maze-like rooms, and pitfalls to confuse the guests. Once I reach the end, the intention becomes to escape the house as fast as possible, as it was going to fall apart, or catch on fire, or trap people in some way.

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“Dark Wine”

I was at my home in a suburban neighborhood at night. Short middle eastern men were invading my home and were vandalizing & running around in a violent way. Some would try to attack me feebly, and I was able to hold them off/ get them away from me for a while, before I realized that my efforts were not working. On the edge of me giving up, I was given a forced peace treaty, and I abided just to get them out- In an empty bedroom, I met with a few of the men, most of them I couldn’t see, and their leader, who was the only tall one, maybe about 6 feet tall, and was wearing makeup & had a small, died-blonde goatee on the bottom of his chin. He looked mystical, sort of like a non-binary pharaoh, but slightly sinister.

I was given a glass of very dark red wine. I was told it was “dark wine”, and I intuited that it was a hallucinogenic wine that has passed through the body of a camel. I drank it, and began to trip.

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Comedic Fourth Wall

Before the main dream, I was at an overblown version of Florida hotels/theme parks combined, and drove through a city.

I was leaving a party with friends, and we planned to reconvene elsewhere. One of the friends drove me, but decided I’d switch cars. I got out, in a dark, grassy area, and the other car drove the wrong way, so I ran through some grass to get to it.

I get into Dennis’ car, and next, we are at another friend’s house. We go to her bedroom, and we reflect on our childhoods, as we sit in front of a valuable, vintage electric piano. Among other things, I remember a friend with olive skin and purple hair, who came from a giant, urban school, who had cool friends and smoked weed. His name was Jessica. Next, she asks me how I had a short relationship with someone we went to school with named Renee. As I recalled this story, Dennis joked about punching the keys of the piano, and then did. He punched it so hard, it broke two of the keys, and our friend was pissed, but not for long. Dennis also mentions that he was approached at the party by two swingers.

Dennis and our other friend, who became a co-worker of mine, went to another room, while I queued up music, and put on a pair of shoes. The shoes were red/white nikes, and fit very well. The left one was tight, so I adjusted the laces. While putting them on, I regret not pursuing skateboarding more, not the normal kind, but with a different configuration of wheels on the bottom.

In the next room, they are watching the super bowl. An ad comes on, and is playing one of Nelly’s early hits. We laughed about it, and how old it was, and how old it made us feel.

Next I am in an office. There is a multi-dimensional secretary who is removing the building blocks of reality from our world. I am able to switch to her realm off and on, to confront her in an all-black dimension of nothingness, before returning to an increasingly falling-apart world in the building. I leave the office, and see things collapsing, cubes of reality flying off, revealing darkness behind. A giant boulder rolls through walls, just past Barack Obama, who confidently walks through the chaos with a smile.

Then, David Lynch emerges from a bathroom, riding a bicycle that’s decorated to looks like he’s flying on a broom, sparkling with hand-made effects. My dream follows him, as he rides cheerfully away. Outside on the road, next to a crumbling, ice-covered lake, he sings a Christmas carol-type song, as an outro to my dream, as if he directed it.

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Holy Tree Park

I was at a co-worker’s dad’s house with her. I brought in groceries to her kitchen, and had to take off most of my clothes for some reason. She went in the bathroom, and I was waiting with a towel around my waist, when her dad, who looked like a biker, walked through the kitchen. I was nervous, but he was happy to have me over. She came out of the bathroom and laid on a bed that was on the kitchen floor. I walked over to her, and kissed her forehead & cheek, and she was very shocked and happy, it was as if I was revealing to her that I had a crush on her, and that she reciprocated.

I then walked out of the kitchen, back to her yard, which lead to a public park, with families having picnics and tourists walking through. On a hill was a big tree, with a sort of gash in the middle, with was bright red and purple. I understood that this tree had spiritual significance, and was the reason for the tourism. Looking off the hill was a pristine lake. Families were skipping odd rocks that would ignite, and sparkle on the water. I walked away from the tree, and found a public bathroom/ hangout room. I had to pee in front of people I knew, one of them was another coworker of mine, and they definitely saw my junk.

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Restaurants

I was at my dad & I’s farm, but it was a warehouse/apartment building. My grandfather had just died. There were tenants moving in, and I was carefully showing a girl I was on a date with around.

I was in a courtyard/plaza, and there was a food stand. I bought one-two items, but somehow was swindled by the cashier. While they looked away, I looked for items to steal. There were big packs of individually wrapped cinnamon sugar pop tarts, and I walked away with it in my jacket.

I was in a city, similar to a more populated Cambridge, and I realized I had inherited some sort of curse from my act of stealing from the food stand, and was being followed by otherworldly forces. I was going into different restaurants. They were somewhat kitschy, like a chuck-e cheese, or a dave & buster’s, with movie-theater style carpets, and levels of the dining room with small carpet ramps (the equivalent of about two steps.) I saw men my age with polos on, serving tables, and doing counter service. I contemplated my own job in real life, and realized I had an amount of dignity/comfortability that I could lose at any moment, and did not want to work at a place like this ever, but also felt that it didn’t matter all that much as well.

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Beetles

First, I am in a bus in southern Massachusetts, with many friends, headed somewhere together. I put on a 100% realistic costume of my friend Jaci, in order to surprise a friend in the seat across from mine. It doesn’t phase them, and I realize they’re in a bad mood.

We arrive at a condo/apartment, and we are there temporarily before we are going on a group vacation abroad. Many people scramble around, making arrangements. Someone begins clipping the strings of my guitars and I freak out. Someone has bought me something for the trip; I find it in a box, and it is a large broadsword. We replace the blade on it, and I am skeptical of it’s sharpness. There was a brief moment of trying to appease a girl here, who I figured as my new girlfriend, but my diplomacy was failing.

In this same world, I am briefly also in a real-life version of a map of the video game “Morrowind”, and myself with two friends strategize to walk around safely. We stumble into a camp of bandits, and run from evil creatures. Finally, there is a giant serpent monster that emerges and ends this segment.

Back in safety, I encounter my old friend Cam, and he had just returned from a job in another country. He is happy to be back, but explains that before he settles back down in the U.S., he is going on a separate vacation, to a desert-filled country. I continue to speak to him as he arrives off the plane there, and looks around at the deserts, the highways, hotels, tree’s similar to palm trees.

Later, I am at a version of my home in Carver, MA. I reach for some OJ in the fridge and drink it. As I walk away from the fridge, I realize there is a giant beetle in my mouth. Then also a small one. I spit them both out, and wonder if they came from the OJ. Someone with me confirms that is likely. I return to the fridge, and grab the clear OJ jug, which is now teeming with giant black beetles, that are writhing violently, making the jug shake. I have activated their slumber by taking a sip. I go to release them on the back porch, but by the time I do, they all exit the bottle dead, in rows, maybe about 40 of them. The last few to exit had been dead longer and were decomposed. The others had died suddenly, drowned from the OJ.

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Public Places

I was under highways, in a big, flat cement location, like a city skate park, minus the skate park. I was with a big group of people. There was an unspoken consensus that I should marry one of my co-workers that was present. I looked at her, and after a moment of doubt, agreed with them internally, thinking it would morally be the right thing to do, and felt a happiness about it.

I realize I need to urinate, so I look to my left, and there are cement stairs to a residential area of high-end apartments. At the top of the stairs, I select a corner of two walls, and immediately a motion-sensing flood light turns on, so I zip back up. I realize the apartments around me are laden with big glass doors and windows, and rich families are setting up for dinner (it’s around 6-7pm in the dream). I decide to urinate intermittently, while suspiciously walking around a small courtyard area between the apartments.

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Dante’s Polygon Cave

A variation on a zombie dream- I was in big tunnels, with the width and height of a football field respectively. There were some small chambers, but mostly with a lack of access. It appeared pinkish/fleshy. I was with about 20 or so people, and it felt like we were in danger/ in some sort of trial.

In fact, we were in danger, from great distances away, we see a giant row of strange, colorful beings, that were identical to each other, with a drone-like quality, and a sense that they were hellish. The line of identical creatures attacked us, and we were helpless. This was their place of dwelling, and we had no tools or idea of how to combat them. I looked around and everyone was struggling to free themselves of these anomalies, but we eventually did, just in time for other batches of equal proportions of identical, colorful hell creatures to levitate at us from far away. Eventually, I found myself in a seemingly outdoor area in the tunnels, near a field. A few others were with me, and I collaborated with someone to figure out how to take one of the beings down by use of a type of tai-chi, or pure will of some form.

I am reset at the beginning of the dream, yet this time it is more stark, and less colorful. It is like Resident Evil, or Silent Hill, and myself and the others have an opportunity to gear up for survival. I go into a dingy bathroom with tiled floors, and go through a medicine cabinet, and find several switch blades. I check the sharpness of a particular black one, with a plastic handle, and a metal blade. It is indeed very sharp, and I recall feeling it as if real in the dream. I then discover a co-worker of mine, and we compare weaponry in preparation. She says she was looking for a specific knife to give to me, that her father (who passed away in real life) had given to her. I take out the black knife and say “It’s not this one is it?” and she exclaims “Yes, that’s it!”. And then pauses, before she decides that she’d like to have it, and trades me a red switch blade for it. I found it very sweet.

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Purgatory Museum

A dream from months ago I forgot to record:

I am at a shopping mall at night, and I have recently become it’s manager. I sense ghosts, so I leave. Through a side of a small parking lot, I am at a small wooden house, with a small bus pulling up to it. Some people, mostly elderly, exit the bus and walk into the house. It appears to be a small, colonial house, turned into museum. There is a tour happening with the people, but I do not follow. There are otherworldly objects on display, many of which appear volcanic & of primal technology, appearing like obsidian/tar, some glowing red.

I enter a bedroom, and there is a large, skinny, jesus-like man, who is laying on his bed, with one guest on a chair speaking with him. The room is filled with stacks of canvases & paintings, and trinkets of antiquity similar to the museum of the house. I feel that I’ve intruded his living space, so I make a comment relating to an object that I like, and he was unimpressed.

I felt this place was between the realms of life and death, like a purgatory, and that the objects were artifacts that fell through the cracks of alternate dimensions, timelines, or forgotten societies.

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Lunar Temple

-A cinematic shot of a large, white & blue temple that is somewhat ornate, and quite tall. There are dark grey clouds that are attracted to it like a magnet, and protect & imbue the temple with mystical power.

I understand that the location & intention of the temple have connected it with the moon, and it is a very specific, and important place, not known to many.

I understand that the temple is in the country Georgia, away from civilization. I am then in first-person, exploring the foggy grounds. At the base of the tall steps, there are arcane tablets, about 6-7ft tall, that may be tombstones, but have paintings on them. A shadowy, kind guide leads me up the big steps, and describes the place to me, mentioning that the steps are symbolic to the journey of life. At the top, there is an unusual tablet, which had an aura around it. The last step before the entrance, was smaller, and split into two even smaller steps. The guide explained that souls would come from the tablet at the top, and the last step was smaller, and were symbolic of accommodating the souls, who would then enter the temple, who’s entrance was not earthly.

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Dad’s Boat

I was on a boat, which was docked on a bigger boat, like a cruise ship that was a town. I was staying with my dad, and this was his house. On the boat, I had my helicopter, and I was planning to fly the helicopter off the boat, and then while in the air, fly a remote control helicopter. I instead left, onto the cruise ship town, where I encountered a co-worker who gave me business cards and gossiped to me about a possible murder. He wanted me to investigate it for him. We were in a dimly lit meeting room, when people wearing formal work clothes came in to talk privately. We left, and I assumed they had something to do with the murder, but I wanted to get away from the situation. We instead walked the cruise ship, which became a brick-sidewalked town at night. A man with a barister’s wig came on to us and wanted a threesome. We were then in a large group of tourists, and I took photos of faces, as well as houses, but we were moving too fast to get great shots. the houses were somewhere between colonial & dr.suess style.

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Power

I was in an F.Y.E. (CD store) in a mall, when I discovered a very large, ancient looking book that emanated a glowing light. I had a vision that I had actually discovered it elsewhere, in a small, mystical room that was historically significant and hidden, like a pharaoh’s tomb is, and that I had the book on my person ever since. I realized this book was one of a kind, and had special, very strong powers.

I needed money in the dream, and decided to sell it to the cashier, who was in awe. I offered it up for around 1000$, and a passerby offered 2500$, so I split the difference, selling it to the cashier for around 2000$.

I am in the next scene of a dream, it is still connected to the book scene. I am Inside a high school, in a large gymnasium with many people (students) walking around. We become alarmed when it is pointed out that the U.S. military is encroaching to attack the students school like riot police but are more heavily armed, both on foot, and in vehicles. I perceived that this is a top secret, immediate attack, coming from the highest orders. Flash bang grenades burst through the large gymnasium windows, injuring some students, and causing more panic.

I realize that they have been sent because the government knows that the powerful book I recently sold has been taken from its place of origin, and wish to close in on who they believe possesses it. I am wondering whether they simply want to have the book and it’s powers kept out of hands all together, or if they want it for themselves. I try to escape the school grounds, but I see that more military vehicles are entering from the street, and I will surely face danger if I continue, so I go back to the school. Everyone is hunkering down, now with no electricity, hopeless, awaiting the next attack.

I leave the gym, and find a large winding staircase upwards. I have a few followers who notice that I am trying to take some kind of action/ move somewhere safer. There are big windows, where we look to the fields behind the school, and see more vehicles and pedestrian forces, and we are afraid they will see us and where we’re headed.

We reach a very strange room at the top of the school, like a wizard’s living quarters. There are forms of technology that have nothing to do with earthly science, and seem to be capable of extremely powerful, reality altering actions, which remind me of the big book I had left behind. I sense that it is possible to remove the negative situation entirely if I can just intuit it/ use my soul with the technology somehow, but that it would be much easier, and that I could potentially do literally anything if I had the book with me. I felt I would essentially become God if I had the book in this room, with the ability to create any reality/ alter any existing ones imaginable, and also sensed that life itself was just a web of dreams that one could completely control should one have certain simple, arcane tools or knowledge. I am thinking by this point that the forces know our location and are trying to close in, but that it doesn’t matter to me for some reason, and also that they are aware of what I am experiencing, and fear what I might do at any moment.

Before I woke up, I had a sense of infinite possibilities, guided by preferences & desires, and also sensed some kind of control over my experience, but also that control as we understand it does not matter, and is fleeting, but the wish to have control is a extremely major factor in the human experience as a whole.

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Sleep Paralysis

Dream 1: I was at my restaurant job, when I was alerted that there was a table of 4 guests acting inappropriately and that I had to intervene. I walked over to find that at least 3 of the 4 were violently masturbating, 2 of whom (1 man, one woman) were standing up in the dining room while doing so. I yelled at them, and essentially dragged them out through the front door. When I returned the last remaining guest was simply a severed face of sorts, gasping for air, I interpreted that he was handicapped. I had a hard time getting the face/man outside, and asked for help from someone; we dropped him on the floor once, and I thought we killed him, but he was just hurt. We get outside, and there a zombified, full-bodied version of the severed face man sliding towards us slowly. There is a basement bulkhead type opening, and up from its stairs, to street level, emerges yet another version of this man, a creature from the black lagoon mixed with a neon green power rangers villain, coming to attack me. I knew I wasn’t prepared, and I reset inside the restaurant, like in a video game. I asked for assistance as the creature reappeared outside, but we instead watched him walk down the street before coming up with a strategy to take him down.

Sleep Paralysis: The other night, my apartment’s electricity was to be turned off, forcing me to attempt sleep way before my regular schedule. I woke up from a dream around 1am, and felt myself slip into sleep paralysis. I think I moved a bit before it happened, and once it had, I had thought I would be able to slip out of it easily, but it wasn’t so easy. I looked for a shadowy figure (one normally sees one when experiencing this.) I kind of, maybe saw one, but wasn’t super concerned. About 30 seconds pass, and I am no longer comfortable, and really try to move and speak; I think my leg twitched, which then woke up my whole body. I remember feeling as if I was about to leave my body, or have some strange event happen. I was on my side, and didn’t feel the typical “being held down”. Because my lack of movement had nothing to do with my positioning.

Dream 2a: Last night, I was having a seeking dream. I was somewhere cloudy in Massachusetts. I was by overpasses, near to a highway exit, near empty parks, near a pseudo-shopping-area. The kind where there’s 1 floor buildings, some of which might be insurance locations, a dentist’s office, an abandoned consulting place, that sort of thing. There was definitely a small Dunkin Donuts, as well as a big parking lot. I was across from this area, in the park with people, some I knew, some I didn’t, I don’t know what I was looking for. I  think we might have talked a bout skinny dipping.

Dream 2b: Next, I am in a movie-like sequence. I am in a wooden room with bunk beds. There is a love interest on the bunk bed, and 3 of my high school friends and I were talking next to it. I suddenly appeared different, and had a fuzzy strawberry blonde, mustache-free beard, and began to impersonate one of my friends, I more than nailed it, essentially speaking in his voice. We spoke of walking around in the nude, then shortly after, my friends were distracted. The room was in a big future-y building or ship of some kind. The friends left, and I went into the more movie-esque part. I see myself and my love interest. I sense we are very much in love, and have been for a long time, but there are issues I am unaware of. We decide to take a drug together, several times. It is a cocktail of two clear substances in a giant syringe. I see them exit a stage of the needle and turn to black text in the water, before entering our bodies. One of us loads up more of the drug, and I feel apprehensive and scared, and make us stop. There is a futuristic swat team/police force on their way to find us and separate us. We are very high in an abstract way. Outside the window, I see we are way high up off the ground, and can only see the sky. I sense the swat arriving, and sadly run away from my lover, in order to keep her safe. I escape to an outside platform connecting parts of this big structure in the sky, when they discover me. I transform both my person, and also through the ceiling of a small room connected to the craft. I don’t feel like I am getting away from them.

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Caves/Exercise Trees

Dream 1: I was entering a hole in the ground which turned into big, vast caves, which were very far under the Earth. I met with an old high school friend of mine, who I had discovered was making this project his life’s work, and I was very happy to see him & felt proud of him. He had some kind of small, silent robot sidekick who followed him around. The ceilings throughout the caves were quite high, about 20-30ft. The walls were nearly smooth, dark blue-grey-black, with streaks of salty granite. There was one chamber in particular that I had felt was nearly hitting something very interesting/paranormal on the other side, which is when I asked him if he had discovered anything really crazy yet, and he had not, and I was very surprised by this, but encouraged him that he would soon.

Dream 2: Next I am in a massive, massive parking lot, on the edge of it, parked in a car with a woman my age. We exited the car with a gun, and walked towards a brushy, marshy woods which about 10 ft to an also massive clearing of dry, hilly fields, with a big grey sky. I felt that she needed my help with something I was reluctant about. I don’t remember the next bit, but we were suddenly back at the car, and we encountered two of her friends, and they were insistant that we all together go to their neighborhood to get a particular kind of fast food. It was at this point that I intuited that we were in New Hampshire, and also that I had to hide the weapon from them. I asked how far away their neighborhood was, and I think they said 20 miles, by this time, the guy friend was driving the four of us out of the parking lot and onto the highway. I was paniced by the amount of time we’d be driving & the lack of control I had over the situation. I began crying in the backseat of the car.

Dream 3: Next, I am at a small house party, the sun is going down, somewhere in New England. It became a big house party for a while, and there was a marriage taking place. I had some small role in the party, maybe as a photographer, but I was trying to get away from the crowd for some reason. It turned back into the small house, and there was a nice back porch area, where I began to interact with familiar people. In a strange small room before the porch, with sliding glass doors, I became an image that was super-imposed with famous music reviewer, Anthony Fantano. As I examined the image, I was teleported into it, as a 6 inch tall self, where I examined oddities in the image, such as small, impersonal creatures that were drawn into it, and small artifacts.

Dream 4: Potentially at the same location, two girls I work with begin offering me “one of those exercise machines that have the pull-y things on them” The second offer was almost in competition with the first offer. I am transported to a high school soccer field/ parking lot, where I would compare the two “exercise machines” which were actually two trees. One was about 10 feet tall, the other, the size of a sky scraper. My mother appears, pointing at the giant one, saying “that one’ll fit in ya apartment”. I am very confused. The girl who offered the second one, points at the small tree, and says “that’s just a fruit tree”. I am relieved at this point, thinking “Great, I can take both, then.”

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dreamt i was with my deceased grandmother in some sort of florida golf course or country club hotel kind of scene. She seemed strangely hostile to me or at least like disappointed, then the scene is the same but im working a gig, theres munchkins or donuts or something that the client gives to some work crew like painters or something, I ask the guy if I could have one and he’s like hell no, im like fuck you then bud and then get into a fight with a younger one, after fighting we go to leave, my welsh buddy grant is there and we’re going to leave the gig and as we’re leaving the parking lot we spot a cop that turns around to tail us as we exit the parking lot. We circle back to the parking lot being like this fuck is gonna stop us. We’re in a beat up lexus suv with trash and cans all littered. We get pulled over everything’s fine im driving, im doing the talking its going fine but then he decides to look in the car, i didnt think thered be a problem but he pulls out pills and theres bottles empty my buddy had been using the car, i start trying to talk to the cop and he becomes a prick and im arguing with him and then i say fuck ive seen cops a million times im not even gonna talk fuck it and then i wake up.

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dreamt I was in the bed of a pickup truck my exboyfriend was driving through a huge field of wildflowers (that doesn't exist) along Plymouth ave in marshfield. we pulled out onto Plymouth ave and got pulled over by a cop. I was arrested for riding in the bed of the truck and for some reason could only talk to the cop in a southern accent, and it occurred to me I may have been doing everything in my power to sound more innocent/naive so the cop would let me off (I guess southern accents sound innocent, or at least cutesy? I felt slightly sickened by this in the dream but couldn't stop myself from speaking with the accent even though I wanted to). the cop- big twist- was maybe two feet tall and his skin was translucent and slightly pink. he didn't look good. I then went to jail.