Jellyd0nut

[Notes]:
- This was during finals week... surprised I dreamed at all.
- No WBTB or anything.

ALL NON-LUCID

[Enter dream]
I'm at this grocery store, and there's these cherries that are candied and dried. I realized I really wanted them, then S tells me that they're five dollars, like it's a really big deal. Then I look around that area and find the price tag on this basket, and they were like 4.50 or something. I bought some.

Fallout-ish. I'm standing outside, looking for S. Apparently we were going to go do something together, but she wasn't here. I call her up, and she doesn't pick up. Instead, this gravely guy does, and gives me threats and demands me to stay away. I'm looking around, then I get hit with this green lazer out of the corner of my eye. I then follow the light, behind the shed and off into a field. I never found this light-guy. There, I stealth until I get really close to this guy holding a satellite dish and a pistol. It's the gravely phone-dude. I take him out, smacking him in the forearm, etc. Then go to this military base off in front of me, and there's this shed/cargo container where they're keeping her. I sneak in, and find her strapped up to this strange machine. The other soldiers are fine with it, until ones in the distance see me. They start shooting. Guy with an rpg. I get out and start collecting their weapons, which have really boring names, like "tuned" and "unknown 1", and they're practically all the same model.

Mini-nightmare, dripping concrete.

"Going out" with N.... yeah. It was just on the way to the theater with S. She saw me... yeah. Awkward and strange.

SP was trying to make everyone smoke weed. We were at my house, and there were tons of other students. There were these little shanty storefronts everywhere. I'm hangin with J, and SP comes up to us with a cigar box and opens it up. It's full of blunts. He asks us if we wanna smoke one. I say "no, dude." Josh continues to talk with him though, and eventually he decides to do it. I lose faith in him, "don't do it!" He goes anyway down to the creek with SP. I wander around for a bit. I'm on my sofa, with JH and a few other people I don't really know. Then, SP comes over and gives JH a bong with a bunch of M&M/skittles. There's no weed in it or anything, but the kids keep passing it around... I don't take it. I'm in the front yard. J comes back with SP, and they're both really screwed up. J reeks of weed, wearing his leather jacket, and then we're kinda on this city block place. He reeks so bad that when my dad tries to talk to him he gets giggly.

[Dream dissolves...]