I lived in this fabulous haunted house. Ant was there - should have been a clue that I was dreaming. He was mad at me but was setting up my drum kit. We were going to a concert, but was going to be very late. We were hungry and went to a drive through - I ordered Birthday Cake number 2. Loved the house with secret rooms.
Post Apocalyptic dystopian society. Bad guys and good guys. I was with a group of good guys and we were hunkering down for the night in some underground warehouse. I said, "Good night John Boy." some laughter. We were invaded by the mad max like bad guys. One had me and was injecting needles into my right hand. I got away and there was a lot of hiding. This was a fun dream.
Don't remember much of the dream, but I remember seeing myself in the mirror with a very round bloated face and short blonde hair. I wondered if I was having an allergic reaction to something. This should have been a clue that I was dreaming.
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