After the barrage of dreams earlier in the day, my brain decided that wasn’t enough.
Drive
Driving through downtown San Antonio. The roads are extra hilly making visibility of what’s ahead tough. Instead of taking things slowly, all other drivers were driving at typical speeds. I did the same even though I was unfamiliar with the area. All I knew was I had to make a turn at a certain point to get onto 35 to head back to Austin.
I missed my turn due the limited visibility, so I kept driving until I could turn around. Which wasn’t possible because there weren’t any roads allowing me to turn left.
I finally turn left pretty far off from the freeway. Completely lost, I now find myself out of my car and walking around an old rail yard turned into hiking paths. I start walking back in the direction of downtown and the freeway.
I don’t know if I ever made it back.
Brock
I was in someone’s home where I was getting intimate with a woman. I don’t know how I knew this, but it appears she was in some kind of relationship with Brock Lesnar. I asked her if she’s sure this is okay, which she said it was.
It wasn’t.
Brock Lesnar walks in on us, needless to say, a little angry of what was going on. Surprisingly, he didn’t go and just kicked my ass through tomorrow. I was allowed to get dressed and was “escorted” out.
While at my car, Brock put his hand on my shoulder and began to squeeze. It was some kind of pressure point that prevented me from moving and caused pain. After having a “talk” with me, he had me throw some old pieces of metal or something into my car to throw away for him. He also made me connect a really poor looking trailer to my car to haul away.
After some difficulty backing out with a trailer since I’m not use to that, I drive away.
Award
I’m a senior in high school and either the school year has ended or has almost ended. There’s some kind of awards ceremony taking place. (At another school for some reason.) I wanted to impress as I was nominated in several categories. So I tried thinking of different jokes, gags, and whatnot I could do if I were to get on stage.
Thought about running around the audience giving high fives, wearing tropical resort style attire, and whatever silly jokes I could come up with. (Which I don’t remember.)
My brothers and I decided to get food before hand. Somehow, this made us late for the ceremony.
When we get there, to speed things along, all the categories were merged into a single award.
I don’t know if I actually won or not.