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    1. #1: An Adventure to Party

      by , 01-26-2017 at 08:07 PM
      Note: This dream is rather strange to me due to the fact that it incorporates elements of other dreams I've had years ago.

      Noteable Characters: High-school Friends: Thomas, Chris B., Cassidy S.. Fraternity Brothers: Kurt S. Boon Friends: Pawel??

      It began at a strangely familiar, yet completely unknown house. The house itself was large and featured a strange upstairs room that was long like a hall. It seemed almost like the side opposing the interior of the house was a train station or some sort of cafe with rounded windows. The area outside of here led to several rooms, had a few bookshelves and spaces to sit. The downstairs area was a larger basement that could hold an abundance of people. Overall, it was a party. I saw people from my high-school, completely unknown and random people, as well as a few of the brothers from my fraternity. Thomas, or atleast I assume, and I were prompted to have sex with two beautiful girls. We followed them and ended up walking down a dirt-road sandwiched by two dense fields of tall grasses/corn stalks. Beyond these corn stalks were tall and dense trees that created an impenetrable darkness. We ended up walking down a path to the left headed towards these woods, and then the girls vanished. Then we appeared back inside of the large upstairs room of the house. I was alone at this point, but there were plenty of people at the party. For some reason Kurt knew that I was looking for these girls, and he informed me that they would be back at nine. Why he knew about my thoughts? I am entirely unsure. He proceeded to tell me they'd have sex with us in another room as soon as they got back- wierd. Then I was transported to a freeway which oddly resembled the freeway I-696 nearby my house. If this were the case, I was facing the direction away from my house on the freeway. The party was at night-time, yet on this freeway it was an afternoon sky. Chris B. was with me for some reasons and we ventured across the freeway to the median. *Could be a reference to a strange dream I had about driving on the highway.* It was largely deserted at this point, and we met two homeless people at the barrier. We all climbed over the barrier and somehow got across to the exit ramp. The homeless vanished at this point and Chris and I climbed the exit ramp. The top was strangely hard to overcome and felt like we were trying to brace ourselves as if we were climbing a playground slide; it was very slippery. Eventually a convertible came by and Chris and I hopped in and asked the people to drive us to the corner. They agreed, and we ended up further away from the exit-ramp than we originally were. The car was modern, smelled nice, and featured a lot of amenities. After they tried to let us out we got caught up in something in which prolonged our stay in their vehicle. Eventually I realized we were being rude and got out the car with Chris. It was at this point I realized I was high and that my stamina for some reason was endless. I started sprinting back to the party and for some reason had an uncanny understanding of where I was supposed to go. *Another reference to another dream where I was in an area the reminded me of 8 mile and Harper, but it was different.* Chris eventually appeared beside me and we were stuck trying to figure out whether to go left or right. *Could be yet another reference to another dream where I was in a strange metropolis driving around and exploring. In this dream I believe I was being chased out of this hotel and for some reason I managed to avoid all the things chasing me. *. We eventually found the right direction and it led us to my old high-school, Arts Academy. It was here we entered to realize the party had ended. I was very disappointed, and I walked upstairs to see Thomas, Jasmine, and Cassidy all laid out on the floor. Their arms were pushed through the bars of the banister and dangled- they were wasted. Then I walked downstairs to see a few more people drinking and ruining things. For some reason I got the urge to yell "Don't ruin my house!". Then, a strangely real-life version of Pawel's avatar from Boon comes over to remind me it is his house. This is as far as I remember for this dream.

      Updated 06-14-2017 at 09:20 AM by 92576

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