I’ve started to have nightmares again.
I’ve started to have nightmares again.
My brother and I are driving to the mall because he has to get cookies before the next episode of Saturday Night Live. I ask him why, to which he responds by saying a line supposedly from a cookie related sketch from the show. I still have no idea what he’s talking about.
We park at the mall. I walk toward the entrance when I realize I forgot to close the car door. My brother also reaches into the car to take the faceplate off the car radio. He leaves the faceplate in the seat and takes something else behind it. The car has an open roof, so I ask him if he’s sure about leaving it. He responds it’s fine.
We enter the mall which happens to have a few cookie stores right next to each other. The first is a kiosk selling ice cream sandwiches. The next is selling typical mass produced cookies. I direct my brother away from them to a third store that sells fresh, made that day cookies.
We look around at the various pastries, including cakes, ice cream cakes, and cookies. Everything is sold in individual slices or bundles. I’m trying to decide which bundle of cookies to get.
I finally decided on a bag of peanut butter cookies. I’m looking around at everything else. The place is busy and some of the aisles are narrow. I reach my arm out with the bag of cookies to get around someone. My arm barely goes outside the store perimeter which sets off an alarm. I apologize to a nearby worker.
Then I woke up.
(There was a party earlier about winning a free Power Rangers toy but that’s all I remember about that.)
I’m a Spanish speaking country at a celebration for its leader. During the celebration, a drone presentation is taken over with a message from some evil doer. Myself and a team of others are here to solve this mystery.
We are staying the night. An attendant at the place we’re staying is helping another guest and presenting them with some entertainment options. (Board games, video games, etc.)
Our group is offered some kind of herbal something. We passed. The other guest takes up the offer though. Sometime later, he’s pepped up with energy and goes running through a wall like a cartoon character. A few seconds later, he bursts through the same wall creating another hole.
During all of this, a person in our group is talking to me, explaining how another person in our group doesn’t understand what a dollar is.
Then I woke up.
My parents were either visiting or helping me move into an apartment. As my dad and I took an elevator up to my floor, the elevator struggled to move up. We eventually got to my floor, just very slowly.
I would later take the elevator myself but it somehow overshoots my floor and falls out from the top? Somehow I’m not hurt, but I make note to tell the complex manager about the malfunction.
I exit my apartment to get something from the parking garage. The parking garage is weirdly laid out. For example, there isn’t an entrance to or exit from the stairwell on the first floor. You have to go to the basement level or 2nd floor and then walk around the garage to get to the first floor.
While walking in the garage, I notice off in the distance a tornado. It seems very close, not giving me time to head back to my apartment (which is on the 4th floor). So I head down to the basement level (which is only partially underground) to find a safe spot. A few other residents also hide down there.
I keep my head down and covered as the tornado nears. After it passes through, the whole parking structure (including cars) are gone and somehow nobody is hurt. Also, there’s no structural damage to the apartments themselves and everyone is okay.
Since the parking garage connected to the apartments, getting up to the various floors was impossible since there are no longer any stairs. We try making ladders with what we could find laying around.
Since the tornado also knocked out power, communicating with the outside world wasn’t possible either. Yet I just so happen to have a hotspot on me what worked fine. So we were able to connect a laptop to the Internet to get information out and see what else is happening.
My mom complains about the flimsy structure and bad design of the parking garage. She starts drawing up new designs to present to the complex managers.
And that’s all I remember from this dream.
Somehow thrown into the main event of a wrestling show against two others where the loser would have their head shaved. I just so happen to have hair in this dream. So naturally I lost. But only a part of my head was shaved so I have to go around with a bad haircut.
Hanging with faceless nameless dream friends. One of them wants to get a simple breakfast and asks where is the nearest 7-Eleven. I tell them on 2nd St. One of the friends thinks it’s somewhere else. Another friend pulls out their phone and proves us both wrong.
(It was on 4th.) We both give a “whatever.”
And that’s it. All my dreams can’t be weird ass trippy rollercoasters. (And I’d rather they not be.)
In a ride share/cab with friends(?) going somewhere. See a tornado in the distance out the window. Tell the driver to find the nearest mall as if that’s a safe place to stay. We only find a shopping center. Inspect the stores to determine the safest to stay.
Find a convinence store with freezers. Start moving goods from one of them (in an orderly fashion) and place self in the freezer. Others in the store are doing the same.
Eventually, we’re being placed on the back of a truck in a shipping container (that can be seen through?)
I’m able to get out of the freezer and try to wave to the driver there’s people in the container.
We slowly start climbing out.
And that’s all I remember.
Hanging out behind a McDonalds / gas station combo place with my brothers. A truck drove up with a cab that looked like a big fluffy dog, floppy ears and all. We talk to the driver and take pics. He eventually leaves and we carry in with the day.
Afterwards, I go inside the McDonald’s to get a bite. The Friends TV show crew show up as their characters. I excitedly want to show Joey the dog truck photos, Chandler is being all sad, Monica is trying to comfort him, and Ross yells “Wev we’re on a break!” Oh ho… comedy.
Another nightmare? Really!?
A gunman is in the loose and terrorizing the neighborhood. Cops finally show up and take the gun. But they’re idiots and the guy keeps taking his gun back. This goes on a few times before the cops finally wised up and take the shells out.
I go to the police station to file a report because the police completely omit their stupidity from the report.
As I’m leaving, I see a police chase going on. The driver eventually wipes out but gets out on foot firing away two guns at anything and everything.
The gunman is shouting election conspiracy theories before he runs into a gun club who take out the gunman.
My brain continues the nightmare factory for some reason.
Only remember the end of this one. I need to escape Houston because a mad man will blow up the city’s power source. It’ll destroy everything within a hour of it.
I’m rushing to get my family out of town. I wake up my dad while I’m grabbing a bunch of pizzas so we’ll have food.
We’re loading up my dad’s truck but someone is complaining about the smell of the food, so we try to accommodate them.