OldSouthPremium's Dream Journal

Last night I had many dreams but I only remember bits of certain ones.

One I remember waking up in a furniture-less house with someone I didn't recognize and being really hot and thirsty. I ran to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice and started chuggin' it. (This whole dream had a "day-after-a-party" feel to it.) I went outside through a side door and as I stepped out the song "Long Strange Trip" by Kottonmouth Kings started playing. The music was loud and everywhere but there were no speakers. I ran around the yard clapping my hands for some reason, feeling excited even though I wasn't lucid. The grass was yellow and brown and the sky was empty with a big hot sun in it. The people inside started yelling at me so I went inside only to get distracted by something in the front yard. A huge drill thing was drilling for some reason but I just watched...

I was in school but instead of a desk I was sitting on the floor underneath the teacher's desk. But still learning and all that. Class got out and I walked through a school that looked very similar to mine (same color schemes,people, lockers) but the building was built different having different hallways and whatnot. I saw an old friend that moved away waiting by a door and I talked to him asking him what he was doing after school. When I asked him this he made an expression like he didn't want me to come. I looked outside and it was raining so hard you couldn't see past 3 feet.

I was in my house and I looked outside to see someone from school ( whom I never really met) sitting on the edge of my driveway, as if waiting for something or someone. I left the window and went and did something then came back to look again and saw her parking a car into my driveway. She then got out and started walking down my street with someone I knew long ago from my childhood except with hair so long it was almost dragging on the ground.

We were walking along a street, like a party except we're all walking (?). I had a skateboard and my buddy took it to go hit someone with it. Later that same person (had a skateboard) came and hit me with his skate in the hand because since I had the skateboard he thought it was me who hit him. My knuckle beside my pinky knuckle got crushed right in. ( It was an inch below my other knuckles.) I felt drunk and got mad, saying to the guy "You're dead, there's people after you now!". I walked back from where we were walking and came to this park where my family was. I went to my dad and he squeezed my hand and I felt my knuckle crack back into place like when you crack your knuckles.
We then went to a restaurant and ate, but then everyone went to the sleep in the booths afterwards.

P.S. there's a lot of details I left out because they're so strange I don't know how to explain them.