Oh, what the fuck.
I just had a full feature-length dream. Even the couple times I woke up, I went back into the dream.
Started out as another cabin party. Good amount of peopl were there. Wessel, John, Whitney, Curtis, Missy, Liv, Rachel, Jenny, Rob, AG, Other Elliot...
We were all hanging out, real low key, drinking PBR and smoking, usual cabin party shit. However, the cabin looked nothing like it atually does, beause this is how dreams work. It shouldn't have been familiar at all, but somehow, despite being huge, having a swimming pool, and being new and glossy looking, it was all recognizable and obviously the cabin. Well, everyone's upstairs, and I go downstairs to get something, and I get sidetracked like I usually do, and I sit in a chair for a second to appreciate another cabin party from afar, and lean my head back, and close my eye, and when I open my eyes, it's daylight. Missy's on a couch on the other ide of the room hanging off of it upside down. Curtis is very passed out. I look for everyone. John, Wessel, and Whitney are tinkering around with something in the garden. I join them, we talk about the perfect weather, the cows across the street moo at us and make noises back at them, usual real cabin party happenings.
Then we notice, at the fire pit, with Missy and Rachel, someone who we all used to be friends with, but now everyone has realized is a terrible person, and I won't say her name because I'm not going to talk about someone behind their back on the Internet, but we see her and know she's trouble.
Sure enough, trouble comes. Little by little, more people come to the cabin, people none of us even know, people no one knows, people no one wants to know. We can't tell them to leave, because there's too many, and we can't leave, because they're here. But Jenny, Missy, and AG cut out. I bum cigarettes from a lot of people, for some reason they're aways broken (that has to mean something in dreams, like teeth falling out, or being naked in public), and I talk to Rob for a few minutes while some guy is hitting on him.
This guy is alll over Rob, but I can tell he's trouble. And Rob is trashed, so I tell the guy to "take a hike" like it's my only line in Rebel Without a Cause, and he stops humping Rob's leg or whatever the hell he was doing. Anyway, this party is going on waaayyy too long. It's nighttime again, and after I mingle to at least give it a shot, and talk to a couple pretty girls to see if they'll at least give me a shot, and neither reveals anything good. So the remaining of us, Me, Wessel, John, Whitney, Curtis, Rachel, and Liv, decide to just fucking leave. Now, in the not-dream-world, Matt owns the cabin, so this is probably bad idea, but we had to get out of there.
But then I realize I've left my stuff there, some clothes, toiletries and my guitar, so I try to go back in there, but there are fucking bouncers at the door now who won't let me in. I ask them if they know who owns the place. They say they don't. So I offer to call the owner, and before it starts ringing, a cute blonde I was talking to before vouches for me. So, she gets me in, Wessel picks up, I tell him to call the fucking cops, and I grab my shit and leave. We all cram into Wessel's car, which is actually a 1986 Dodge Caravan, but in the dream land has become a 1988 Ford Crown Victoria LTD. Seven people in one of these was a challenge, but we manage, with people on laps and, for somereason, not wearing many clothes.
We drive, and this is where a lot of things tha tI don't remember happen. Or at least I don't remember why or how they happened, but dammit there were reasons when I was asleep. We get food at a Wendy's, end up in some old jail that is hosting a boxing match in the basement because Liv needs to pick something up, get lost and stop by an old-folk's home to ask for directions, but I get suckered into a conversation with probably the lonliest old woman my subconcious could muster up, and as soon as I start walking away, I start to cry a little. We drive and drive, through desert, forest, snow...it was all very weird. We lost Elliot at one point to the snow or hail or something. It's all starting to blend together now.
BUT EVENTUALLY, we get back to town, but there's some kind of anti-driving protest blocking the way we need to go, and we're sitting in the car discussing if we can drive them over or go around on the sidewalk when a firetruck with sirens blaring makes our decision for us and the people seperate to let him through and we follow. We take a right at the street we need, but notice the bridge is out. So Curtis, who is strangely now driving, guns it and we're going to try to launch over it.
We almost make it, but then realize we're going to need to bail out, so we do, and I guess '88 Crown Victorias come with life preservers standard, but only six, because everyone got one but me. So I swim to the top, but hve no problems, because apparently I can breathe underwater. The river we landed in has swimming pool quality water, and we all throw things at a girl canoeing by until the canoe capsizes.
We sit there in silence for a minute, realizing the car is gone, and I turn to Curtis and say, "Well, it is a perfect day for a swim. We did lose a shit-ton of luggage though. Lot of clothes."
"A lot of clothes," Curtis said.
And then I said, "And I lost my guitar! AH FUCK!"
Then I woke up, and decided not to go back to sleep because that was probably a good place to end it. All and all, that was the longest dream I've ever had, and I know I left out a good three-fifths of it. I'm going to play video games or something now.
Started out as another cabin party. Good amount of peopl were there. Wessel, John, Whitney, Curtis, Missy, Liv, Rachel, Jenny, Rob, AG, Other Elliot...
We were all hanging out, real low key, drinking PBR and smoking, usual cabin party shit. However, the cabin looked nothing like it atually does, beause this is how dreams work. It shouldn't have been familiar at all, but somehow, despite being huge, having a swimming pool, and being new and glossy looking, it was all recognizable and obviously the cabin. Well, everyone's upstairs, and I go downstairs to get something, and I get sidetracked like I usually do, and I sit in a chair for a second to appreciate another cabin party from afar, and lean my head back, and close my eye, and when I open my eyes, it's daylight. Missy's on a couch on the other ide of the room hanging off of it upside down. Curtis is very passed out. I look for everyone. John, Wessel, and Whitney are tinkering around with something in the garden. I join them, we talk about the perfect weather, the cows across the street moo at us and make noises back at them, usual real cabin party happenings.
Then we notice, at the fire pit, with Missy and Rachel, someone who we all used to be friends with, but now everyone has realized is a terrible person, and I won't say her name because I'm not going to talk about someone behind their back on the Internet, but we see her and know she's trouble.
Sure enough, trouble comes. Little by little, more people come to the cabin, people none of us even know, people no one knows, people no one wants to know. We can't tell them to leave, because there's too many, and we can't leave, because they're here. But Jenny, Missy, and AG cut out. I bum cigarettes from a lot of people, for some reason they're aways broken (that has to mean something in dreams, like teeth falling out, or being naked in public), and I talk to Rob for a few minutes while some guy is hitting on him.
This guy is alll over Rob, but I can tell he's trouble. And Rob is trashed, so I tell the guy to "take a hike" like it's my only line in Rebel Without a Cause, and he stops humping Rob's leg or whatever the hell he was doing. Anyway, this party is going on waaayyy too long. It's nighttime again, and after I mingle to at least give it a shot, and talk to a couple pretty girls to see if they'll at least give me a shot, and neither reveals anything good. So the remaining of us, Me, Wessel, John, Whitney, Curtis, Rachel, and Liv, decide to just fucking leave. Now, in the not-dream-world, Matt owns the cabin, so this is probably bad idea, but we had to get out of there.
But then I realize I've left my stuff there, some clothes, toiletries and my guitar, so I try to go back in there, but there are fucking bouncers at the door now who won't let me in. I ask them if they know who owns the place. They say they don't. So I offer to call the owner, and before it starts ringing, a cute blonde I was talking to before vouches for me. So, she gets me in, Wessel picks up, I tell him to call the fucking cops, and I grab my shit and leave. We all cram into Wessel's car, which is actually a 1986 Dodge Caravan, but in the dream land has become a 1988 Ford Crown Victoria LTD. Seven people in one of these was a challenge, but we manage, with people on laps and, for somereason, not wearing many clothes.
We drive, and this is where a lot of things tha tI don't remember happen. Or at least I don't remember why or how they happened, but dammit there were reasons when I was asleep. We get food at a Wendy's, end up in some old jail that is hosting a boxing match in the basement because Liv needs to pick something up, get lost and stop by an old-folk's home to ask for directions, but I get suckered into a conversation with probably the lonliest old woman my subconcious could muster up, and as soon as I start walking away, I start to cry a little. We drive and drive, through desert, forest, snow...it was all very weird. We lost Elliot at one point to the snow or hail or something. It's all starting to blend together now.
BUT EVENTUALLY, we get back to town, but there's some kind of anti-driving protest blocking the way we need to go, and we're sitting in the car discussing if we can drive them over or go around on the sidewalk when a firetruck with sirens blaring makes our decision for us and the people seperate to let him through and we follow. We take a right at the street we need, but notice the bridge is out. So Curtis, who is strangely now driving, guns it and we're going to try to launch over it.
We almost make it, but then realize we're going to need to bail out, so we do, and I guess '88 Crown Victorias come with life preservers standard, but only six, because everyone got one but me. So I swim to the top, but hve no problems, because apparently I can breathe underwater. The river we landed in has swimming pool quality water, and we all throw things at a girl canoeing by until the canoe capsizes.
We sit there in silence for a minute, realizing the car is gone, and I turn to Curtis and say, "Well, it is a perfect day for a swim. We did lose a shit-ton of luggage though. Lot of clothes."
"A lot of clothes," Curtis said.
And then I said, "And I lost my guitar! AH FUCK!"
Then I woke up, and decided not to go back to sleep because that was probably a good place to end it. All and all, that was the longest dream I've ever had, and I know I left out a good three-fifths of it. I'm going to play video games or something now.