had this dream a few days ago and i can't stop thinking about it.
i was at this very hippie, psychedelic inspired festival but my mom and some other family member were with me also. we are about to leave when i see this huge building overgrown with moss and vines. it looks like a mayan building, not the usual pyramidal temple like thing but more like the inside of a palace that had the height of about 3 two-storey houses.
i walk closer and closer and see the arc of an entrance that i just know is off limits to the public, perhaps because it leads to their sacred city.
a shaman appears from the entrance, makes his way to the open space where lots of peolpe are gathered now as if we were in a theatre. now the lights are all on the 'stage' shining on him as he starts dancing and doing tricks. he has a bunch of different knives, necklaces and artifacts i can't identify and the show feels magical. however, suddenly a man sneaks up to where the shaman has intricately placed his 'props' and takes them one by one. i am watching in utter disbelief about how disrespectful this is but somehow i have this insight that the robber man has been drugged with something that is making him act completely out of character.
the shaman of course notices what he's doing and asks him to leave and give his things back multiple times in the calmest voice. this is until about the 4th time when the guy is finally escorted out of the place by some club bouncers. because of the time trying to get him off the stage took up, the shaman's show had to end early to get back on schedule for whoever is performing next.
i notice i am now sitting at a table, farther from the stage with some of my family, with my mom's best friend on my left side and her husband on my right. the next show starts and it's a hungarian band singing one of the most popular songs in hungary (unfortunately i can not remember which one they played) but it was interrupted by the drugged man who now appears to be on a stretcher, tied down, he's foaming at the mouth, lips swollen to thrice their original size and his eyes look like he had been crying for hours or as if he was having a serious allergic reaction.
i redirect my attention to the menu/table we're sitting at and my legs feel really cold so i ask dora (mom's friend) if she can give me some of the blanket her and the other people are covering their legs with. the blanket is not long enough so she covers only my left leg and her husband my right with the blanket the other side of the table had too lol
dora then starts apologising for not bringing me any presents, even though she knew i would be here.
i ask my mom if there are any news about my childhood best friend (the neighbour that my parents still live beside) and one of my old classmates from primary school because i dreamt of them 2 days before i was in this dream (i remembered the dream i had while dreaming???!!!). but she says no nothing new except old classmate now has an online brownie store (website is xyzbrownie.data) and sells little cereal shape brownies of all kinds of flavours.
the waiter comes and it's my best friend from hungary and she asks me if we're ready to order but my mom's ex-friend cuts me off and asks for a cappuccino.
abruptly i awaken
Jul 17, 2024
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I often have dreams about really specific events happening either to me, or to my friends/family, before they actually happen. A few weeks ago, I dreamt that I was driving with my friends, and one had suggested we go to a new place. The GPS rerouted and we took some weird back roads to get there. Halfway through the drive, I noticed some flags (the bad ones) on people's porches and I started to get this weird feeling, but I kept driving. A little bit later, my tire had popped, so I pulled into a sketchy looking gas station and asked the clerk if they were able to help fix my tire. He gave me a funny look, but decided to help with the tire. I caught a glimpse of the truck sitting outside the shop "Tony's Auto and Body," wiritten in black, on the sides of a run-down grey pick up, just in case. While this guy was fixing the tire, he made weird comments the whole time about how I'm such a pretty lady (I'm a trans guy, but I look pretty fem), and he asked how old I was, a whole bunch of creepy stuff. I politely rejected him, and we got out of there pretty quick, and my friends ultimately decided to go back to my place for the rest of the night. A little bit into the drive back, I notice a truck tailgating me, so I ask my friends to look and see what the truck looks like. They described it to me as the exact truck that I spotted earlier at the gas station: A run-down grey pick up truck with writing on the sides. I asked if they could see any writing on the sides, and they could see "Auto and Body," written in black. At this point, my heart dropped to my ass, so I kept driving for a while to see if the truck was going to keep following. It did. And because my friends had made it obvious that we saw the truck, he wouldn't let up, and kept following (idk why nobody thought to call the cops... dream logic, I guess). We called a friend, and explained that we were being followed, and to see if we could go to their place (terrible idea), and the friend obviously told us no, and to drive to a populated area to lose the guy, so that's exactly what we did. Eventually we were in some random neighborhood 30 minutes out from my house, and we pulled into a shopping center, and we finally lost the guy, and the dream cut out.
The next day, I get a call from my friend, frantically asking if she can come to my place for the night. I asked her what was going on, and she explained the dream I just had, down to a tee: She had been out driving with her friends to some place, but they had got rerouted, and ended up on the back roads. She told me about how her tire popped, and she had gone to some sketchy gas station/auto shop to get it fixed, and how the guy was being a weirdo by asking how old she was, and saying that she looked really pretty. She told me that she was being followed by (presumably) the same guy in the shop's truck: A run-down grey pick-up with black writing on the sides, that she couldn't make out. I sternly told her that shouldn't come to my house if she's being followed, or any of their houses either. I suggested driving to a mall or a populated area, and asked to stay on the phone with her until she got there. Some time goes by, and they make it to a shopping center, and she tells me that she thinks she lost the guy, and that they were going inside to process what just happened, and then to the police station to make a report of what happened.
After she hung up, I sat feeling super uneasy. Knowing that I had dreamt this exact situation, but someone else was living it. To this day, I never told my friend about the dream I had, and I don't think I ever will.
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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.
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