I have to present a powerpoint at work, but something is wrong with my computer and it isn’t working properly. The meeting is just about to start, so I rush into the office as fast as possible while letting my coworkers know that I’ll be just a little bit late. Getting there takes about no time at all.
It’s a totally different building from the real office. In the small, wood-paneled lobby there’s just a receptionist’s desk and 3 elevator doors on the walls. It’s very crowded in the lobby for some reason, lots of people are milling about, despite there not being anything to do there. I rush to one of the elevators but when I try to use it I realize that I don’t have the right clearance to do so, so I go over to the reception desk to get some help. The receptionist is Hunter Schafer. I delay the plan of getting into my office as soon as possible so that I can flirt with her, and despite trying my hardest she’s not interested. She is flattered though, and helps me get onto the right elevator.
The elevator, which is wood-paneled in a similar fashion to the lobby, moves downward for some reason, and lets me off into a completely blank white hallway. Walking down the hallway it quickly becomes stairs, a short flight down and almost immediately an inverse flight back up. From these stairs you can see over the handrail to another staircase below, and on the staircase there was what may have been a creature and may have been a person in a costume, who looked like a mix between Domo and the Bear Man from the Shining. This creature freaked me out, so I hid behind the handrail while it walked away, then kept on going down the hallway.
I ended up finding a window that looked down into a man who I perceived to be my coworker’s office, which was mansion sized, hardwood floored, and generously windowed, in a Tahoe-esque environment at the peak of the season, beauty wise. He and his cute assistant who was there with him were a little perturbed that I was peeking in, but I apologized and insisted that I must use his computer for my presentation.
Dream
My brother is running up to the back porch of the house, with burly, angry men, who by the direction of approach appear to be neighbors, in tow. One of them has a knife. They want to kill him. He gets inside and comes into the kitchen, where I’m hiding just around the corner. I also have a knife. My brother and I make a silent plan, and he gives the neighbors room to get into the kitchen. When they come out of the entranceway I make my move, stabbing the one with a knife first, then the other, both of whom drop stone dead.
Worry immediately sets in. I’ve killed two people. I lay down with the bodies, not in an attempt to seem to be dead myself, but because I’m so stressed out about the burden of murder. They had a knife, but they didn’t say anything. I didn’t have the full context. I could have some excuse for the man with the knife, but one of them was unarmed. I curl up into a fetal position while waiting for the police to arrive.
When I come back into myself and look around, the bodies are gone. My brother tells me that he moved them back into the barn, but he can’t really explain why he did so. He gives the impression that he just thought it was a good idea to do so. I admonish him for this, telling him that you never want to disturb a crime scene, that it’s best to wait until the police arrive so that they can see more precisely what happened. I worry that what he did is going to put more suspicion on me, make it more likely that I’ll be convicted of murder and sent to prison for the rest of my life.
Dream
I’m trying to pick up the house before my friends come over, but they’ve already come over. Mainly it’s just that there’s a bunch of clothes on the floor and my friends don’t care about it at all but I want it clean. It’s not my house or my apartment we’re in, but an attic of a small house that has kind of a nautical new england feel to it without any explicit signifiers. The vibe mainly comes from the type of wood used on the walls and ceiling. It’s one room with a little landing outside of it around the steep staircase going down to the rest of the house.
David Lynch walks up the staircase. He’s wearing khaki pants and a deep but not navy blue v-neck sweater with a white button down underneath. He goes back down the staircase and then comes back up again in a twin peaks season 3 all black and white suit. We see him through the doorway of the room we’re in and wave but he stumbles backwards for multiple steps until he falls down the staircase. He’s crumpled up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs and while he says he fine, he’s dead.
We go back into the attic room and use the projector in there to online shop the david lynch memorial web-store, which unfortunately is mostly paper plates with poems written on them, available in an extremely wide array of colors. They’re cheap enough that you can tell they’re not going to be well made. I shop for a sea foam green one.
David Lynch is now flying through the sky over a vast rolling field of grass and flowers, which borders up to a city on a hill that I intuit is san francisco, with the grass being where the ocean used to be. David flies through a window into a lovely, verdant courtyard full of ferns and fountains and flowers that glitter like precious jewels, and which may even be jewels. He walks through the courtyard and opens a door on the other side.
cut to me and my friends in a dive bar. A real dive bar. A punk place where you can really do whatever the hell you want. I’m seated at a booth with my friends and a few mysterious guys. They’ve all been here for a while but I’ve just arrived. I ask the waitress, which this is really not the place that would have a waitress, being a punk dive bar, for a pacifico. She brings me something with a green label that’s almost like if sobe lifewater made a beer. My friends also get their orders of a bag of tortilla chips and a couple of steaks.
I’m a bit jealous of my friends because they each have a guy that’s interested in them and I don’t since I’ve just arrived. I grab, literally grab with my bare hands, a chunk of one of the steaks and take a bite. Without a plate to set the rest of the chunk down on I opt to put a few chips on the table and balance the meat on top of them. It works well enough.
Now there’s another guy at the table and he’s either borderline asleep or high on drugs or something but I sit in his lap. We start like almost dry humping and it’s like half a joke and half serious, like trying to play act like it’s a joke but we’re really into it. He gets hard. We’re laughing and joking about it, the whole group, about his boner. David Lynch comes out of the back of the barroom and sits next to me as I get off of the guy, and we sit there for a moment before David gets back up again and walks back towards the back of the barroom, and there’s a commotion back there, out of our field of vision. We get up to see what’s happened.
David Lynch has died again.
Quickly, we leave the bar and get into one of the guys’ cars, a 70’s cadillac convertible in the same shade of blue as David’s sweater was earlier. It has that kind of metallic sheen to it that hot rods have. Off we drive. I Still have my beer with me. Pretty quickly we get pulled over and while the cop is annoyed at me for having an open container in the car it’s not his main concern. Sitting on the side of the road, I drain about half the bottle while staring him in the eyes. He needs to bring us in for questioning about the death of David Lynch.
Dream
My mom and I are driving home at night. We get to our street and my mom is all over the road and stressed out. There are shadowy figures on the sides of the road. At a red light, which doesn’t make sense for the dirt road, which we question in the dream and assume is related to some road work going on, I offer to drive and she gets out and I get in the drivers seat. For a minute the passenger door won’t open, my mom has to try it a few times before it works. There’s a figure on the side of the road where we are, but we realize that it’s just a teen with his friends parked in a turn off and they’re probably smoking weed. My mom eventually gets in the car and I start driving.
The road is a lot wider than normal, which is helpful because there are people riding bikes and driving super slow and I have to go all over the road to get around them. So I’m not really driving any better than my mom was even though I offered to drive. I’m not stressed out about it though.
When we get to our house it’s not our house, it’s a rural mcdonalds, which we go into. It’s now daytime. There’s a parking lot surrounding the mcdonalds.
Once inside, I immediately go and take a seat rather than going up to order. I’m really tired. The whole interior is done up in 70’s wood panel style with dark olive accents. It has a rural, country feel to it in that way. There are some people I know from high school in the booth next to me and we chat a little bit but again, I’m really tired, so I don’t want to talk much, and I need to look at the menu to decide what to order because this mcdonalds has some unique menu items.
There’s a duck breast sandwich - the meal is $8.99. There’s a pork chop meal. There are the regular mcdonalds items. I have a hard time reading the menu. After considering my options for a while I decide on the duck breast sandwich, and I go up to the counter to order. There’s one person ahead of me in line who takes their sweet time placing their order. Once it’s my turn, the cashier goes back to give the kitchen the previous customer’s order and greets me from back there, as directly behind the cash register it’s an open concept kitchen scheme. She asks me to wait a minute.
When she comes back over to the register she’s carrying a clipboard and asks me a question about some sort of crime - “just a formality” - and writes something down. She delays again. A cop walks up from behind me and taps me on the shoulder. We need to talk. I know this is going to be bad.
I start to fight the cop and even though it’s a big burly 70’s style cop with a big thick moustache and he’d obviously be a lot stronger than me, I get the upper hand. I get him to the ground and walk out of the mcdonalds with him literally holding onto my ankles, trying to get into a position to subdue me. I try to get him off of me as I trudge through the parking lot towards a highway.
At the highway cars zip by, but they’re slowing up right ahead of where we are because there’s a big hill. At first the cars are full size, but as I step into the lane to attempt to force one to stop, they become model cars, running on a track. I’m obviously too big to get into one, so instead I kick the cop off of my ankles and jump onto one, hoping to ride it to safety. Laying on it on my stomach like it’s a surfboard, I grab at the ground ahead of me to help pull it up the hill, trying to go faster than the cop, who has done the same and is right behind me. My plan works and as I get to the top of the hill I know I’ve made it and I’ll be safe. As the track levels out, the car is able to speed off on it’s own power into a vast track car network.
Dream
there was a director with a recurring motif of making what were essentially documentaries, but he would influence the events being documented. the main influence was poison. both people and natural environments would be poisoned. he wanted to speak to something about the impact humans had on their natural environment (though he was also literally poisoning swaths of natural parks). the main film was about a long distance running event through a remote wooded park, and the plan was to poison the wells that runners would eventually drink out of. part of the documentary was an interview with a woman who had been in the special forces, who had apparently done the same thing while in that line of work. the director was acting like he had no intention of doing the same thing as her during the interview.
Dream
"last night in my dream I checked twitter and you had posted a 20:56 long video of you at a restaurant eating “sushi” that was just slices of tuna wrapped onto a pair of eyeglasses and then smoking a cigar in the restaurant. A family at a nearby table had a fight while you were smoking. just thought you should know"
Dream
Tom Cruise starred in an invisible man type of movie where he was exacting revenge on someone he had beef with, while being invisible. For some reason, the two of them decided to temporarily set aside their differences in order to complete a heist, but tom double crossed his enemy.
Dream
in the future there’s a train from one side of the planet to the other with that goes through antarctica. I’m on that train. as we go into the tunnel that goes to the other side of the world i spot a mangy deer with its head bent ominously and frozen completely in place, like it had some sort of prion disease.
while we’re in the middle of the tunnel, the train stops and we’re forced to get off for some reason or another. maybe it breaks down. we’ve broken down below a food warehouse that the train passes through. there’s no way in or out, but we’re trapped with plenty of food nobody is really too worried. I had a chocolate chip rice krispie treat. It’s maybe eight of us stuck in there.
At some point we start to feel like we really need to get out of the warehouse, like we can’t just be trapped forever, and there must be some way out. eventually one of us finds there’s a fire escape ladder up to the roof. we get up onto the roof and then down onto the ground. It’s not what you’d expect for antarctica - it’s more like michigan. There’s snow but it’s the kind of early winter snowfall where there grass still manages to just barely peek out. It’s dusk.
There’s an extremely normal suburb across the road from the warehouse, though it looks to be completely empty. Not exactly abandoned, but empty. There are a few houses on left side (when looking at the suburb) of the warehouse that look empty too. The road separating the warehouse and the suburb extends in each direction until the snowy air fades into gray.
Though the suburb seems empty, cars pass by on this main road every once in a while. It seems like it may be a better idea to flag down a car rather than knock door to door for help. The first car, rather than stopping, accelerates and is going a very irresponsible speed for the weather conditions as it vanishes into the darkness. The second car does stop.
It’s an older man, maybe in his early sixties, a little overweight, with the bearing of a science professor. He seems pretty worried that we would be out here. His car is obviously too small to fit everyone at once. We walk a few feet down the street of the suburb with him as he tries to divide us up into two groups of who’s going with him and who will wait here. as he does this, something spooks him, he hisses “hide!”, and everyone in the group except for me goes with him to hide on one side of the house next to the warehouse. i hide lying prone in a little divot in the front yard of a house in the suburb closest to the road, which allows me a view of the rest of the group.
though a few had passed as we talked, no cars are driving by anymore.
A pair of men approach the rest of the group from further down the road and start talking to them. I can’t hear what they’re saying but the man who stopped his car seems quite nonplussed about this. As this talking goes on, a man, with a vibe really similar to that of the prion deer (sunken eyes, gray face) runs down the street of the suburb silently at a humanly impossible speed. Nobody sees him coming but me, but I’m too far away to alert the group. They’re all looking the other way, at the two men.
At the same moment as the fast man runs by, a very normal finance bro-esque guy in chinos and a dark lime green north face puffer jacket lies down prone almost directly in front of me, though with just even space to afford me a clear line of sight. He completely ignores my presence. It’s like he doesn’t even know I’m right there by him. He watches the scene as I do.
This fast man reaches the group, grabs a woman by the waist and picks her up. The two men start grabbing people too. There’s screaming, and it becomes clear the the mysterious men want to take the women and children and will dispose of the men. I can’t see clearly enough in the struggle whether the man who stopped his car is killed or turns out to be a member of the group. The snow around them starts to get bloody. Lights start to turn on in the houses.
The man in the green jacket turns to me and smiles. “Ahh, I remember when we got picked up” he says wistfully. He reaches for me. I wake up.
Dream
I was looking at the far northern reaches of alaska google maps, checking out the remote towns within the arctic circle. one of them was laid out in a + with all of the building on just two roads. I moved further up north, into the arctic ocean, and saw an aircraft carrier way out there. It had street view. When I opened up street view it wasn’t just a photo, it was live, and there was a white guy in a muslim style outfit and a kind of davy jones vibe steering the ship with a classic ship’s wheel. I took a screenshot of it and when I tried to show someone the screenshot they were like snatched up in a van and taken away.
Dream
i have a dream in a dream about driving a speedboat fan boat through the kentucky bayou in winter. i see an illegal drag racing truck hidden in the swamp. I go really fast and just break through peoples belongings until I crash into a barn and almost simultaneously a tornado comes through and destroys everything and this chaos wakes me up.
I wake up and I go to school and I can’t pay attention because I’m busy writing in my journal and my teacher calls me out on this by asking a question about a specific section of what we’re covering, which I try to make up an answer to and totally fail at doing so. She’s disappointed in me more than anything because I’m normally a good student. After class her and I talk about how there’s going to be an alumni meeting soon and I apologize for my inability to focus today, saying “I don’t know what happened yesterday”. I literally don’t remember. It kind of scares me. I leave the school and walk down past the tennis courts, where my brother and his friend are playing. I make like I’m going to steal their bottles of juice that are sitting on benches outside the courts but it’s clear it’s a joke. I keep walking.
I meet some friends outside of another exit of the school, where they’re handing out juice. There’s a cute guy there I don’t know too. While we talk somehow the topic of my dream from earlier comes up, and I mention that I had a dream about that last night.
I recite the dream to the people around me but this time it keeps going. After being thrown off of the speedboat and hit by the tornado I seek shelter in a little divot in the ground but there’s already a woman there, who’s actively giving birth. After the baby is born I help to ensure it’s going to be safe, I make sure it doesn’t crawl away, and I make some food for it in a ziplock bag. The food is too greasy so I go to wash it off in the sink, now I’m in a house, and the view from the kitchen window is of a vast futuristic city below with tube-like train lines running everywhere. A woman explains to me how it’s actually a model she built and how the train tubes just light up at intervals to simulate the look of a train running, there’s actually no train at all, it’s all fake.
After hearing this I go and sit on a couch in a public space waiting for my mom, and a family of three young women and their mom comes and sits down and I have to make some small talk with them. They’re all in cheap leisurewear. They’re kind of strange but also nice people, and there’s a tv so we all have something to kind of look at and provide conversation topics or eliminate the need for conversation altogether. There’s an ad for a set of cosmetics in a vr world style game that you can redeem by going to a kiosk in the library, and the oldest daughter is excited about this, which makes me realize they all live their lives completely online and in virtual realities, which makes me feel sad for them.
Then I’m back in my own apartment (though it is completely different from my actual one). I’m trying to work but guys outside are firing russian candles at my windows. I get up realize one of my windows is open and the fireworks are just going right on into my living room. I try to throw what’s left in a glass out of the window at the guy who was firing the russian candles but I miss. When I do this I notice just how much worse the homelessness problem on the street has gotten. There are also quite a few tourists in golf car style cars who are just laughing at homeless people. I turn back to my apartment after scoping out the scene on the street and there are now like 5 teenage girls in my apartment. All are pretty obviously here to steal from me but aren’t violent. I kick them all out. They keep coming back in one by one and it makes it a constant issue that I’m trying to keep teenage girls out of my apartment so they don’t steal from me but unfortunately there’s a new law where your front door has to be smaller than the doorframe so they just keep slipping back in. One of them is back at the door with her dog and I sic my beagle on her but it doesn’t really do anything, though it does try to hump her dog. I notice that she’s very very pregnant and decide to let her in. She’s like really about to give birth. I help her lay down in front of the staircase in my foyer so she’s more comfortable. I tell her we should take her to a hospital and she’s bit unsure about it, she’s afraid of the prospect of being in like a formal legal medical setting, but she really is about to give birth so I’m trying to convince her for her and her child’s safety. While talking, I notice one of the other girls at the top of the staircase, obviously going to rob me, and I walk up the stairs to confront her.
As I go up the stairs to stop them I notice the poem engraved line by line in metal on each step of the stairs and realize the significance of the poem. I turn around to go back to the pregnant girl, leaving the thief behind to do what she wishes. It was a full poem but this is all I remember:
paintings hung with twine and noodles
the oodles of doodles in greece
mean little more
than ———
compared to a young child’s peace
Dream
c— and I are drunk walking the streets in the early hours of the morning. when we cross a street im taking up too much space stumbling and c— moves me over so the couple behind us can pass by, but they’re nice and we talk to them and go to their van they’re living out of and suggest they watch a documentary about maybe green day or something, but some music documentary. we walk with them to a guy working the night shift at maybe a hotel whom they put a pretty large bet with. a surprising amount for living in a van. we leave them and keep walking. we want to get food. we keep walking and end up with a group of women one of whom are asking us what’s behind certain buildings in the distance but a lot of the buildings she’s pointing out are not in the city, they’re on the road I grew up on, so I do know what’s behind them. we keep walking as a group now and eventually get to a big fancy rv and are looking at some chamber on it that’s supposed to have a fun almost vacuum like effect, but the rich father of the family in the rv lets us know it’ll take a while for it to depressurize so we should write our phone numbers down on his business cards and he’ll call us and let us know when it’s ready and we can try it out. i cannot do this for some reason. I try writing my number down multiple times but am writing other numbers and even sometimes letters. it’s embarrassing. I apologize and say it’s been a really long night and that the homeless people we were hanging out earlier might’ve slipped me something which does not make the rich father rv owner too happy. we make our leave as it starts to rain, and on the street outside there is a semi trying to turn around on the street after having been unloaded from a larger semi. there’s produce all over the ground, as the method they’re using to turn the semi around is opening the back, which is full of produce, and putting 4 guys in there which chainsaws positioned at points down the length of the trailer, who are just tapping the triggers with the chainsaw on the ground to propel themselves across the width of the trailer, relying on newtons third law to inversely push the trailer. it’s working. it’s also loud as fuck and creating a huge mess. when they finally succeed in turning the trailer around, everyone in the neighboring buildings lean out of their windows to cheer and congratulate the chainsaw men.
Dream
at the movie theater with my mom and a friend. there’s slot machines in the lobby and i give my friend $2 to play and I play too and we both win some money. the money comes in those plastic toy containers. We go into the theater. My mom offers to go back out and get food at concessions. we want sandwiches. while she does that a trailer plays. the movie is early animation, done in CAD, no motion blur or anything. A girl is about to go to school and plays outside in the yard when a giant spaceship appears. it’s looking for any sign of movement. she stays perfectly still until it leaves. when it leaves it goes and captures a bunch of cars because they move and the drivers aren’t paying attention. this is a very long trailer so when its over i go to the lobby to check on my mom because she still wasn’t back. she’s first in line but the thing is you have to make the sandwich yourself there, cutting up the ingredients and everything. I offer to help but I have a very hard time cutting lettuce, especially as I use an ice cream scoop to do so. when I finally finish cutting the lettuce I notice the ceramic bowl I was putting it into was broken and it was going to waste. at this point I’m about to lose it. at this point the lobby is also now an elementary school classroom. I’m looking for a teacher to tell about this. I finally find one to tell and he goes into the teachers lounge to make things right. When he comes back out my teacher, playboi carti, has a confident grin and leads me out of the school. across the street you can see that there’s a popeyes. as we start over another kid tries to join in and carti has to chase him down to get him back to the school. once that’s settled, carti, his girlfriend who has appeared, and I finish walking to popeyes, passing an apartment building where someone is playing music extremely loudly. his girlfriend pulls out a chillum pipe and offers to let me take a hit. i take one and get way to high. she says “we’re the only normal ones, remember that” in a really stoned voice. I respond that we three are not normal and she starts cracking up. The inside of the popeyes is roughly the size and dinginess of a truck stop bathroom. every is trying to be very quiet in there for some reason. you grab a tray ahead of time and go to a window to get your food. it feels like a school or prison. there’s tension in the air. a guy drops his drink but it lands upright under the soda fountain stream so he doesn’t get in trouble. two other guys accidentally hold hands when they both reach for the milk at the soda fountain. everybody starts cracking up at this and calling them milk boys.
Dream
the most terrifying dream I have ever had
before all of this, there were three sick kittens and a mountain lion
in this dream none of my family members are actually my family members. they all look different. different house too.
my brother is missing and has been for some time. like weeks. we’re having a charity event at the house to support finding him. at one point i’m in the pool outside of the house we live in and when I go underwater I can just barely hear his voice. help. it’s coming from the corner nearest to the old brick warehouse next door. we find him. he’s home. but we don’t find who took him.
apparently he was lured on the train by someone or some thing who has a way to craft a perfectly irresistible message, designed for a certain individual. like algorithmically perfect. since we know that whoever did this is still out there, we’re on edge. locked up at home, in the house. target practice. checking windows. strange people start to show up outside of the house. they’re aggressively happy. we don’t let them in. we get rid of them. but there’s this feeling that whoever is behind this has inexhaustible resources and will keep at it until we give in. there’s this feeling that finding my brother was intentional, to set up this phase. the phase of fear and paranoia. at one point I notice my mom is outside, talking to someone. from where I’m standing I can’t see who it is. we don’t let my mom back in. my dad has also been gone for some time. it’s just my brother and I. one day a woman comes to the door and says she just wants to talk. it’s obvious what she is. the people they send are not real people. somehow she manages to get inside. she starts to sing a song in a sweet, gentle voice. I hit her in the head over and over again with a metal helmet. it doesn’t even interrupt her singing, but behind the happiness is a look of anger. knowing it won’t change anything at this point, i keep hitting her in the head. it already feels too late. I hear, and then see, a second person walk up the stairs and into the room. they’re singing the same song. they go to restrain us. we give in. we start to sing the song with them
Dream
David Lynch tells his first wive sorry that he never went back to seattle.
minecraft cart through cemetery back down and then up followed by a dirt bike. the track goes into houses and around and up spiral staircases eventually ending up in toronto (drake’s house).
bob odenkirk and tom heidecker outside in the farmers market posing as “haircuts you aren’t allowed to get anymore” (old guy haircuts) for a barbershop stall.
Dream
I have to go with my brother to his friend's place while my parents are for a weekend instead of staying home by myself. I drove over there, it’s a place in the woods, and hang with my brother and his friends for a while. For some reason the interior looks just like our house. The dad of the house is a surgeon and does consults on the second floor, which is foreboding. He uses my parents bedroom and the bathroom. At some point I need to wash my hair but I don’t want to go up there, I do like a kind of a whore’s bath thing to wash my hair and end up in my room. Some guy comes in to get some baseball related stuff in there (my brother is on his friends’ baseball team) and I have to be normal with him as he’s like a macho guy, “shoot the shit”. I need to go into the bathroom to finish getting ready though. I watch a mother and her son enter the bathroom so I have to wait, when they leave the child is very out of it. They obviously had a consult. My chance to use the bathroom. I rush in and try to dry my hair in the mirror, but ghosts of a different mother and son are in there. They slowly walk towards me and I know they’re ghosts but still freaked out, I quickly run out. Somehow it's made clear to me that this doctor does cosmetic surgery to make children look more like their dead parents, and this is something that their living parent forces them to do. I get back to my room and try to get dressed and get out. I “wake up” into a different dream where I’m at my real home telling my dad what would have happened had I just stayed home that night
Dream
I was being molested, poisoned, my hair was falling out and I was being held against my will and gaslit in the room I slept in (airbnb) and there was something that happened in the dream I don’t remember but when I “woke up” you had sent me a screenshot of a youtube video about the thing I don’t remember and I was saying how weird it was, I just had a dream about that, but then I clicked the picture again and it was a $98 uber eats order of 5 cocktails and an elliot smith poster you placed while I was asleep and I felt like I was crazy again and I was stumbling around (again in the airbnb I’m in rn) and getting weaker and weaker, I knew my dad was in on it somehow and I tried to fight him and I pulled a fire alarm and everyone in the building was coming out and my dad carried me out because I was too weak and I was trying to convince them of all of this evil but I could barely form words or move and I sounded crazy and delusional and my dad told them I was having a mental break which they believed and there was a statue of Mary outside and I pleaded to her to save me and she said she would but there was a clear implication in the tone she said it in that it was a spiritual saving not literally saving me from this evil plot and then I snapped out of that into sitting at a big fancy dinner gala asking someone to retell a story they had to told about a dinosaur and they knew what I was talking about but were certain they hadn’t told me of it and were getting very standoffish and the whole conspiracy against me feeling of the previous dream(s) were building up again so I got up and walked around and flirted with a middle aged black woman who was sitting next to her preteen son. earlier in the night before this dream I had had my first ever sleep paralysis of my dad laying next to me in bed and it was like he was getting heavier and heavier and he wasn’t right but I couldn’t scream