A Very Bad Dream
I doubt I remember everything about my dream - in fact, I know for a fact I don't remember EVERY detail - but here's the gist of it.
First, I was biking with nyankokimi in the rain at night (or late evening, at least) trying to find some place we could stop and get food. It looked miserable outside - as if some hurricane had rolled through or something - but we kept on going through my old neighborhood in Laurel. We had to bike under a snapped electrical wire that was shooting sparks, and I thought I could feel one land on my neck and burn it slightly. We passed through a neighborhood where construction workers were doing something to a row of townhomes, and we got off our bikes to pass through the guy's front yard. His front stone steps were somehow facing the entirely wrong way, and were wobbly, which I tried to warn nyankokimi about. The guy came to his door and asked that if we were gonna pass through his yard, that we at least talk to the workers and find out when they'll be finished. I told him we were looking for dinner first, but we'd come back and do that after.
We stopped at a couple gas stations with convenience stores, but they were all closed due to the power outage. Then the dream shifted slightly, and I walked from the gas station to a hospital-like medical building. I was seeing a particular doctor, and told I could help bust him for selling illegal drugs (sedatives, mostly). I arrived at the tail end of his last appointment, who was a smallish, heavier girl who left carrying bottles of pills in her arms. I told the doctor that I was told he could help me, and he asked me what I needed. He ended up asking me to try a sample of the drug he was going to give me, to make sure it agreed with me or worked or something. He then told me to swing down to the pharmacy to pick up the phony prescription. I got lost down the hallway at first, but eventually made a left turn and found the pharmacy, where they fulfilled the prescription, but in injection form rather than pill form. I recognized the fluid in the syringes as being the stuff they gave me prior to my colonoscopies IRL. I tried to get the stuff quickly and signal to the "police" or whomever that I had enough to go on and they should move in, and the doctor ended up coming to the pharmacy and standing next to me. They came in and arrested him while I was standing right next to him, and I hated the way he looked at me so sadly as they took him away. I sat down and watched him go, and someone came up to me and said, "He just wanted to help people." Then the sedative sample that I'd taken really began to kick in, and the world started to distort. At this point, Casey actually showed up and told me we needed to get going home. I told him I couldn't ride my bike because I was sedated and could barely talk, and he said he'd help me home.
We got to my old house in Laurel, and the two of us were watching something on TV in the dark (the power was back, I guess). He motioned for quiet at one point, and I paused what we were watching, and he put his ear to the floor, and I followed. He whispered, "I just heard a door open loudly coming from underneath us." I thought that sounded ridiculous, but then the light in the bathroom came on for no reason. We looked at each other, and very careful crept up to open the door and see what was going on, and three teenagers dressed all "ghetto-gangsta-fied" or something were standing in there. It was obvious they'd come up from a crawl space below the house or something. They made a comment that it was sweet of us to not board up their old hangout, and I tried to get away to call 911.
And that's where my dream ended. So between dark and stormy nights, cut electrical wiring, nowhere being open, trying to bust a doctor who was selling drugs illegally, getting hopped up on said drugs and then suddenly home invasion, I was pretty on edge when I woke up this morning.
First, I was biking with nyankokimi in the rain at night (or late evening, at least) trying to find some place we could stop and get food. It looked miserable outside - as if some hurricane had rolled through or something - but we kept on going through my old neighborhood in Laurel. We had to bike under a snapped electrical wire that was shooting sparks, and I thought I could feel one land on my neck and burn it slightly. We passed through a neighborhood where construction workers were doing something to a row of townhomes, and we got off our bikes to pass through the guy's front yard. His front stone steps were somehow facing the entirely wrong way, and were wobbly, which I tried to warn nyankokimi about. The guy came to his door and asked that if we were gonna pass through his yard, that we at least talk to the workers and find out when they'll be finished. I told him we were looking for dinner first, but we'd come back and do that after.
We stopped at a couple gas stations with convenience stores, but they were all closed due to the power outage. Then the dream shifted slightly, and I walked from the gas station to a hospital-like medical building. I was seeing a particular doctor, and told I could help bust him for selling illegal drugs (sedatives, mostly). I arrived at the tail end of his last appointment, who was a smallish, heavier girl who left carrying bottles of pills in her arms. I told the doctor that I was told he could help me, and he asked me what I needed. He ended up asking me to try a sample of the drug he was going to give me, to make sure it agreed with me or worked or something. He then told me to swing down to the pharmacy to pick up the phony prescription. I got lost down the hallway at first, but eventually made a left turn and found the pharmacy, where they fulfilled the prescription, but in injection form rather than pill form. I recognized the fluid in the syringes as being the stuff they gave me prior to my colonoscopies IRL. I tried to get the stuff quickly and signal to the "police" or whomever that I had enough to go on and they should move in, and the doctor ended up coming to the pharmacy and standing next to me. They came in and arrested him while I was standing right next to him, and I hated the way he looked at me so sadly as they took him away. I sat down and watched him go, and someone came up to me and said, "He just wanted to help people." Then the sedative sample that I'd taken really began to kick in, and the world started to distort. At this point, Casey actually showed up and told me we needed to get going home. I told him I couldn't ride my bike because I was sedated and could barely talk, and he said he'd help me home.
We got to my old house in Laurel, and the two of us were watching something on TV in the dark (the power was back, I guess). He motioned for quiet at one point, and I paused what we were watching, and he put his ear to the floor, and I followed. He whispered, "I just heard a door open loudly coming from underneath us." I thought that sounded ridiculous, but then the light in the bathroom came on for no reason. We looked at each other, and very careful crept up to open the door and see what was going on, and three teenagers dressed all "ghetto-gangsta-fied" or something were standing in there. It was obvious they'd come up from a crawl space below the house or something. They made a comment that it was sweet of us to not board up their old hangout, and I tried to get away to call 911.
And that's where my dream ended. So between dark and stormy nights, cut electrical wiring, nowhere being open, trying to bust a doctor who was selling drugs illegally, getting hopped up on said drugs and then suddenly home invasion, I was pretty on edge when I woke up this morning.