I don’t remember how it all started but i remember it felt like straight from a movie and it was weird tho like it didn’t make sense but last thing I remember was waking up and it was at some outlets center. My cousins and friends wanted to ride jet skis so they pretty much just spawned in. But we were dragging them on the concrete and kinda just riding them on the concrete. I remember it being wet and felt that we were moving pretty fast with them being in the concrete. We then made it to a pull area at some apartment complex. It looked like my cousins old apartment but a lot nice with a two hot tubs. Me, my cousins and friends were hanging out and a couple of gangsters came up to us and told my cousins and friends to leave. They didn’t want to so they were forced leaving me by myself with these gangsters. They were talking to me I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I know they said why I wasn’t hanging with them and doing some hood shit. I know I told them i didn’t want to be in that life no more that it’s not me anymore. Next thing everything went black and I’m sitting down on some tables and it’s party. Like one of those old weird rich people parties with the masks and then dancing. It looked like a bigass mansion but with those same gangsters and more and their families. I was the only one with no one with me. Everyone looked weird tho like faces were all distorted and everything. And people were dancing doing all sorts of moves. I felt the main head kept staring at me and following me around but since I was in the same gang I knew I was good I guess. later on I wake up to an apartment room but felt like a dorm with my cousins and friends and we were just messing around and last thing I see is this girls face
AnalysisThe dream stages feel cinematic and patchwork, shifting from a noisy public place to a surreal private world; that movement may mirror a psychological shift from exposed,
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AnalysisThe dream stages feel cinematic and patchwork, shifting from a noisy public place to a surreal private world; that movement may mirror a psychological shift from exposed,