Guns, neighbor, weed, and warehouse shit

A bunch of shit happened in this dream, but I don't remember hardly any of it since my dumbass forgot to write it down.


First dream, I was in my room, but it wasn't my room irl, we all know how these dreams are, where you're in a place that your brain is like "IT'S THIS PLACE" but it looks nothing like the actual place in real life.

My room was about 35' by 15', somehow, and there was a bunch of shit in it. Like boxes and junk. So I'm at the end farthest from my door (because my door was at one end of the room, on the wall) and I find some guns I apparently owned. Somehow. I remember there being 4, but I only actually remember two of them. One was a weird revolver that had a spoon-like cocking mechanism, and the other was a larger caliber handgun. I fired a few rounds for some reason, in my room.

Time skip, I'm downstairs and my mom is telling me that she and my stepdad will be away for a day or something and the neighbors are supposed to come over while they're gone and do something/spend the night for whatever reason.


Time skip to when neighbors are supposed to come over.


Guy and his wife. The guy is a punk asshole white trash douchebag who thinks highly of himself and beats the shit out of his wife, who is a quiet, kind, and submissive young woman. I can already tell where this is going. They come in, and for WHATEVER REASON, I'm nervous around the husband. Why? Idk. Probably because he's an asshole who would fight someone for no reason, but that wouldn't scare me in real life, so idk what's up with this.

Neither of these people are real, by the way. Both are in their late 20's.

The husband goes and does something with something in our living room, a microwave I think. Not that we have a microwave in our living room. Anyway. I make the comment that I can't for the life of me remember his name. He makes the somewhat calm comment that if I can't remember his name, that he'd beat the shit out of me. He then states his name. When he says it, I 'remember' it somehow and am like 'oh, yeah! yeah yeah, don't know how I forgot that' or something.

I don't remember much else, but time skip to night and we're upstairs, he's in the middle room between the stairs and my room, which is, again, entirely different than it is irl. Funny thing that doesn't happen often, the room I had from the other dream was in this one too, which means that the guns were still there. Lol. So I made my plans in case he did any shit in my house, to me OR his wife.

Don't remember where it went from there.




Next dream is sketchy and I can't remember much, but I ended up at a warehouse with some people and they had some weed. There was also an orc or something there that had gotten high with them, who was laying on the floor, tripping out. I decide to get a little, but only a little, since I was like the team leader or something and IF the manager came by, I'd have to be the one to talk to him (dunno what the fuck my dream was talking about with that one). So I take a hit and after a few seconds, I begin to feel it, and go partially deaf. I then lean over and more or less yell to the orc that if the manager comes by, that the story is that I got hit in the head by something that fell, and that is why I'm partially deaf. He doesn't understand/hear me, so I repeat it, and he acknowledges it.


Skip to later, still in warehouse. Idk wtf is going on. We're stacking shit on these carts and some people are throwing things, others are racing on the carts or something. We aren't high any more however. Blah blah blah. I run up to something and try to do the whole psychokinesis thing, doesn't work, but I feel something. I try again with something else, this time running at it from a distance and somehow the adrenaline or something gets it to work and I lift the shit. Blah blah blah.

I see Tim there. I'm walking. Manager. Stuff. Hallway.

Approached by woman and crippled/mentally challenged girl in wheelchair. The woman tells me, and hands me, a gift from the wheelchair girl for some Japanese heritage day or something, which makes me almost remember a possible other dream I had in which I was in a class that was teaching about such and how it was stated holiday and we were all supposed to exchange gifts.

She held up a plastic bag that looked like it had a couple lunchables in it, but before I could look inside, my stepdad came up and woke me up (see anger core post, the 2:30 part).




But yeah, dreamz.






.....also, I totally would have beaten the shit out of or shot that guy if my dream went on any longer (the husband I mentioned)