Dream 6/29/2017
I'm at some sort of conference. The building is bustling with people dressed up in costume. I walk through a gymnasium to a door at the far end. Chevy Chase is standing in the door. Later on, I walk into, what I believe is, a coffee shop. A deep sense of fear washes over me as I notice that everyone in here is dressed as satanists wearing dark hoods and scary masks. I tell the girl who I am with that I am unnerved.
In a large stadium, thousands of young adults, dressed as colorful clowns, sit and listen to a man speak. I am sitting with my friends, Korie and Tim. We are talking a bit too loudly during the mans speaking. He points us out and splits us up. We have to sit in different places now. I exit the building and walk to a second stadium where yet another speaking engagement is being held. I sit on the outside where I can still hear.
A lady psychologist calls me over to a group. I sit in a circle with others my age. The lady asks me what school I went to as a boy and then assumes a local school in which I've never heard. I tell her that I went to Liberty in Anderson, Indiana. I tell her that it was a private school. She asks another question. I start talking to her and the group about my blog called "Sleep Talk" which is a documentation of nightly dreams. I feel that the group is bored with my talking. Dream ends.
I wake up.
I'm at some sort of conference. The building is bustling with people dressed up in costume. I walk through a gymnasium to a door at the far end. Chevy Chase is standing in the door. Later on, I walk into, what I believe is, a coffee shop. A deep sense of fear washes over me as I notice that everyone in here is dressed as satanists wearing dark hoods and scary masks. I tell the girl who I am with that I am unnerved.
In a large stadium, thousands of young adults, dressed as colorful clowns, sit and listen to a man speak. I am sitting with my friends, Korie and Tim. We are talking a bit too loudly during the mans speaking. He points us out and splits us up. We have to sit in different places now. I exit the building and walk to a second stadium where yet another speaking engagement is being held. I sit on the outside where I can still hear.
A lady psychologist calls me over to a group. I sit in a circle with others my age. The lady asks me what school I went to as a boy and then assumes a local school in which I've never heard. I tell her that I went to Liberty in Anderson, Indiana. I tell her that it was a private school. She asks another question. I start talking to her and the group about my blog called "Sleep Talk" which is a documentation of nightly dreams. I feel that the group is bored with my talking. Dream ends.
I wake up.
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