In my last dreams, I was chilling at our old lakeside weekend house and out of the blue there was this weirdo folk dance group popping up. The locals were side-eyeing them because they would throw some dark rituals from time to time. So, I up to this group and started questioning them but their answers were fuzzy.
Oh, and one of them was my old student, and she jabbed me with some freaky-looking object that seemingly did not do anything. So, I bounced to the pier, just taking in the lake vibes, and boom, my brother showed up and showed up out of nowhere.
Now, on the flip side, my next dream had me posted up in this massive building with a big garage. I pulled our ride in and headed to one of the offices, but then this robotic alien popped out beaming some laser heat, and it was wrecking the whole building. Employees scattered like roaches, and I managed to make it off too, but I forgot about my car.
So, I called the secretary, and she told me that that that was still tearing up the place, and I could confirm it because I could see it through one of the windows. But I summoned up some guts and dipped back inside the chaos. However, I nearly got pancaked by a big truck, but I dodged that mess and made it inside, calling up the lift.
Here’s the kicker, though because I could not remember where I had parked the car. It’s like a maze up in there. I stepped out on some random floor, and there was some dude patrolling with a machine gun. The place felt safer, but that robot was still lurking around. I was all messed up – scary and wild at the same time.