hassman789

It's been a long time since I've been on the forums, I just can't seem to keep my dream discipline . Anyway, as I become more conscious of my dreams, this is the first to be clear enough for an entry, so here we go.

The earliest point of the dream I can remember begins when I am at a Beyonce concert. The context of this is that my friends and I have been planning to go to this concert for months, however none of my friends are here with me. The dream at this point is not clear enough for me to realize the peculiarity of me being at a Beyonce concert by myself (I don't even listen to Beyonce). The concert goes on, I can't seem to absorb anything from it, as time just doesn't make sense. I notice that I am in the seated section, far above the stage, I can barely even see Beyonce. I also notice at this point that the GA section is completely empty, as is a lot of the seated section. I do process the the thought that it's Beyonce were talking about and that there should be way more people here, something feels off...

So as I sit there, becoming more and more disoriented, people start to notice I'm in distress. Its as if I am heavily under an influence, however I can't remember taking anything. I can feel judgment coming from the other people that probably thought I was drunk. I try to stand up and it is extremely difficult, I wobble back and forth until eventually falling; no matter how hard I try, I just cant get control of my legs. An older man comes down from a couple rows above (as I am thoroughly causing a scene now) and starts looking at me, I don't think he even said anything, but I know he thought I was drunk. I tried telling him "I promise I'm not drunk," but I just couldn't get the words out. All that comes out is raspy jibberish and coughing.

The concert ends and the lights turn on, Although I am extremely confused, I make my way towards the exit figuring I'll get some merchandise just so I can say I've seen Beyonce. However, everyone is quickly guided out and the doors are locked and the lights turned out, no more merch I guess.. But as soon as I am outside the venue, I realize it's my high school. I am so relieved as I can just get my dad to pick me up, whereas if I were in the city it would be much more difficult. I try calling my dad but I hear no ringing and become distracted by my surroundings. The gears start turning in my head, realizing Beyonce would never perform at my small town high school.. Also, over the tops of the trees, I can just barely make out tops of buildings, which is very uncharacteristic of my rural suburban home town. I quickly walk around the other side of the school, more city buildings. I am so utterly confused at this point. I see all of this and know for a fact, something is wrong. I recognize that these are two extremely different places colliding. I begin getting worried about my mental health, maybe I'm going crazy, either way I just gotta get home and then we will sort it out.
The thought also crosses my mind that maybe I took too much of some weird acid or something and now I have no idea where I am or how I got there, I dismiss this thought as unlikely but possible.. Also, throughout this chunk and the rest of the dream, I repeatedly put my headphones in to listen to music at inappropriate times; I catch myself and remove them, but the music doesn't stop playing in my head. I notice the strangeness of this and also blame it on my surfacing mental illness.

I somehow end up in the back seat of someones car, texting my dad for directions on how to get home from NYC. He sends me a picture of the train I need to catch to get home. I ask the driver if hes a cab driver and if he will take me to penn station. Turns out, he wasn't a cab driver, but looking to make a quick buck he throws some other girl out of the car and helps me out instead. He takes me to some building where I have to buy my train ticket. I enter the building and it is crowded and dirty (as expected). People are being shuffled by security into separate ticket lines. One security guard points me to a line, it takes me a bit because I was very timid and he became frustrated. I made it to my line, there were only a few people in front of me so it wasn't going to take long. I take notice to the couple on the line next to me, it is a man with an abnormal amount of facial hair, even the bottom halves of his very large ears have stubble. I notice he is holding a woman, this woman has the face and hair of a lovely adult woman, but has the body of a 3-4 year old wearing heals. The man holds the woman as she laughs and kicks like a toddler. I think to myself "to each his own" and wake up.