Terror In The Towers

    I'm at the top of one of the WTC towers. Most people have evacuated due to a plane crashing into the building. I still see a young woman sitting at a table and one or two others roaming about. A helicopter drops a terrorist into the building. We play a game of cat and mouse for a bit. I become anxious when the terrorist is near the young woman sitting at the table. The first time, he doesn't see her but when he is near her again, I know that he sees her. I yell at him to draw his attention to me. We fight with guns. I have a pistol. I shoot him.

    When the terrorist is dead and no one else is around. I plan to make my way to ground level. I open two doors and find a room full of terrorists. I grab a machine gun and mow them down but many of them aren't affected by the bullets. One man leads me on a chase through the upper hallways and offices of the tower. He has a small bird. I shoot at the bird but cannot hit it. The terrorist mocks me for missing.

    We have seventy minutes before the tower collapses. My friend, an older gentleman starts down the stairs. 100+ stories. We finally make it to the bottom level with 12 minutes left until demolition. The man says that he needs to go to the gift shop and get some new clothes because he doesn't want to meet my family looking the way he does. We go down a set of stairs to the gift shop. Many others are shopping. In an instant, the whole world begins to shake. I find a door that leads into an underground chamber. Many others and I run into it. We see the ceiling of the chamber sink in. We keep running through the chambers until we make it outside. I find my family.


I wake up

Shake Junt

    Within the pulsating heart of the city, my friend Adam and I found ourselves drawn to a peculiar strip club—a place unlike any other. Its very essence reverberated with an amusement park's whimsical allure, a carnival of tantalizing desires. Multiple buildings stood before us, each promising a distinct experience, a unique passage into a world of sensual indulgence.

    As we crossed the threshold, an employee's voice pierced through the cacophony, directing our attention to a red door—an invitation to embark upon the water slides of this erotic wonderland. But my curiosity, mingled with a hint of rebellion, led me astray. Ignoring the beckoning call, I ventured away from the teeming crowd, seeking solace within a quiet enclave.

    Finding respite in the hallowed sanctuary of the restroom, I shed my mundane attire, replacing it with garments more befitting this enticing realm. With wallet in hand, I meticulously counted my funds, pondering the cost of a seductive lap dance. Sorting my bills from humble ones to extravagant hundreds, my eyes fell upon an unexpected denomination—a three-dollar bill. Its peculiarity failed to strike me as profoundly as it should, for within this beguiling domain, even the fabric of currency seemed to warp with curious intent. With a nonchalant shrug, I departed the lavatory, prepared to seize the pleasures that awaited.

    Navigating through the labyrinthine corridors, my path led me astray, veering me into a darkened park. The air grew heavy with a palpable anticipation, as scantily clad women wandered the grounds. Yet, the scene unfolding before my eyes diverged from the expected. Two enigmatic buildings loomed, their walls adorned with an array of mirrors. A sinister inkling ignited within me, whispering that these reflective surfaces concealed voyeuristic delights. Succumbing to temptation, I pressed my face against the glass, peering through the veil of mystery.

    But a voice, a warning from the depths of my conscience, cautioned against such indulgence. Ignoring the admonishment, I pressed on, my eyes meeting a twisted tableau beyond imagination. Naked men and women stood frozen, locked within a purgatorial realm of punishment—a prison for those who dared misbehave within the strip club's tantalizing grasp. Bewilderment and fascination intertwined as the truth unfurled before me, casting a dark shadow upon the façade of sensual ecstasy.

    Retreating from the park's haunting embrace, I resumed my pursuit of the main building, my heart aflutter with the promise of witnessing the graceful undulations of the female form, a private performance meant solely for my eyes. Side by side with Adam, we entered an auditorium ablaze with fervor, where a stripping man commanded the stage. Adorned by a chorus of naked women, he captivated the frenzied crowd. Seeking solace in our designated seats, I cast a glance at Adam, his laughter echoing through the air, hinting at secrets untold.

    In a disorienting twist of fate, an inebriated figure collapsed into the seat beside me, teetering on the precipice of consciousness. His words slurred, attempts at conversation futile. The man vanished briefly, only to reappear in the same location, trapped in an inescapable loop of inebriation. Filled with a strange mix of sympathy and unease, I departed the theater, leaving behind the carnival of hedonistic frenzy.

    Stepping into the main corridor, a staircase beckoned, promising clandestine encounters and intimate connections. Led by alluring sirens, a select group of men ascended the steps, their destination veiled in anticipation. My curiosity piqued, I followed suit, ascending to a realm where desires found physical manifestation. Room after room stretched before me, a tableau of intimate escapades. And there, in a realm of pulsating music and dimly lit allure, stood a vision—an enchanting Asian beauty with cascading tresses. The temptation proved irresistible, and I succumbed to her rhythmic dance, our bodies intertwining in an intimate pas de deux. She shed her garments, revealing her ethereal form, enticing my senses to drink in her essence. And as temptation gnawed at the edges of restraint, I resisted the forbidden, allowing the symphony of scent and touch to consume me in its mesmerizing thrall.

    Having savored the intoxicating taste of pleasure, I descended from the heights, seeking Adam in the labyrinthine recesses of the strip club's expanse. Yet, an ominous voice, a prescient thought, echoed through my mind—Adam's transgressions had exiled him to the dark park, a realm of shadows and consequences. Determined to reclaim my comrade, I ventured forth, driving a path through the murky night until I located him and his cousin, shackled and confined. Persuading the employee of their shared connection, I secured their release, unearthing a glimmer of salvation in this world of unbridled temptation.

    Wandering through the expansive corridors of the main building, I marveled at the strip club's intricate design, each area offering its own brand of illicit amusement. The lobby, vast and towering, stood as a testament to the depths of desire and the heights of indulgence. Ascending yet another set of stairs, I arrived in a colossal square chamber, its periphery adorned with scales, each one poised to bear the weight of eager souls yearning for a specific temptress. Yet, as I scanned the collection of photographs, my gaze failed to alight upon the visage of the bewitching Asian enchantress who had enraptured my senses mere moments ago.

    Lost in contemplation, I found myself transfixed by a vertical flatscreen embedded within a building column. Its mesmerizing glow heralded the imminent arrival of renowned figures, including Tim Pool, a political commentator whose presence at this sensual carnival seemed incongruous. Observing his altered appearance, a burgeoning desire to meet the enigmatic figure welled within me. And so, I spoke his name into the air, and to my astonishment, his gaze met mine. A serendipitous encounter ensued, mingling admiration and excitement.

    Driven by curiosity's relentless pull, I ascended another flight of stairs, ushered into the private quarters reserved for the illustrious strippers. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie of a group of men, I surreptitiously explored my surroundings, drawn toward the faint sound of running water. My steps guided me to a shower, where a voluptuous dancer attended to her ablutions. Temptation flirted with exposure as I caught glimpses of her naked form, my eyes tracing contours bathed in rivulets of cascading liquid. Lured by my baser instincts, I ventured further, to the clothes repository—a retail-like haven of garments on hangers. Among the discarded attire, a pair of moist panties lay abandoned on the floor. Intrigued, I succumbed to a forbidden temptation, allowing their scent to fill my senses, a heady elixir of arousal.

    Returning from the depths of sensual exploration, I wandered through the lobby once more, my eyes fixated on a vertical flatscreen, its tales of illustrious guests captivating my attention. Jordan Peterson, a sage of wisdom, crossed my path, his profound insights escaping comprehension as swiftly as they were uttered. Briefly exchanging words, our encounter left me bewildered yet enriched. He ascended the stairs toward the scale room, and I charted my own path, an unexpected revelation coursing through my veins.

    The ultimate truth unfurled before me, revealing the proprietorship of this sprawling domain—my very own father held the reins of this titillating realm. A surge of exhilaration ignited my soul, promising liberties beyond those granted to ordinary patrons. A job awaited me, a ticket to revel in the clandestine machinations that orchestrated this captivating tapestry of flesh and desire. Donning the garments bestowed upon me, a cloak of privilege and access, I navigated the premises, anointed with a sense of distinction.

    In the twilight hours, atop the rooftop that crowned this lascivious kingdom, I approached my father, the architect of fantasies. Words, heavy with meaning, escaped my lips, carrying a longing for a different creative pursuit. "Can I be a writer?" I queried, basking in the glow of possibilities. "For the scripts that grace the screens of this establishment, they yearn for a masterful hand, a writer who can breathe life into their tales of seduction."

    And as the night wore on, the tantalizing dance of desire continued, within the confines of a strip club that transcended conventions, weaving a tapestry of wanton pleasures and secret longings—a sanctuary where the ordinary morphed into the extraordinary, beckoning all who dared to venture into the enigmatic realm of shadow and illumination.

I wake up

Red Door

I have left my job at Westrock to go back to school. I study banking and when I am done, I travel to my dad's work to offer my services. It's been a while since I've seen him last. He's gained weight and no longer is he donning stylish jeans but rather baggy farmers clothes. I am happy to see him. We hug and I tell him that I'm looking for a job. He gladly offers me one. I will be his recycling company's newest banker.

I explore my new workplace. I find myself on the rooftop opposite my work. The roof has a bridge that leads to the next building. I cross it. I enter a corridor that leads to one red door. There is a screen in which many words are flashing at random. At one point the screen spells "potato chip." It's revealed to my mind that this is a place where the rich and famous mingle. The screen is now telling me the exit the premises. I do so.

I wake up

White Wedding

My sister is getting married, and I am in the wedding. We stay at a hotel the night before the big day. My dad and his side of the family is staying at the same hotel but are not there yet. Something I do causes the electricity in the building to go out. My dad arrives at that time. The person at the front desk cannot give them a room because of the lack of electricity. My dad and the rest of the family must travel back to their homes. I can sense my dad's anger with me.

The next day, we travel to a picturesque town where the wedding is taking place. On a bridge over a river is a giant banner with my sister and her fiance's face on it. Half of the placard has fallen into the water. It's the half that shows my sister's face.

At the wedding hall, I am getting dressed in my suit. My mom's side of the family arrives. I see my recently deceased grandma with them. I am in shock, but I find out that they hired someone to play my grandma for the day. Once I talk to my fake grandma, I can tell that it's someone else. She sounds like her, but her look is not the same.

I wake up

Car Trouble

I'm at Liberty Christian High School. I have a feeling that I need to chop down a telephone pole in the parking lot. I take my ax and chop away. When I get halfway there, I look up and notice the electric wires. I worry that I've made a mistake. I run inside the building and pretend that I didn't do anything. I hope that the pole falls over during the weekend when no one is here.

I walk out to my vehicle. I control the car behind me with remote control. I try to drive both automobiles at the same time to the backlot. I accidentally crash the back vehicle into a fence. It's severely damaged. I become angry and start tearing up the soft top on my Jeep. After the rage ends, I become overwhelmed with the knowledge that the damage will cost $1500. My mom picks me up. I tell her everything. She consoles me.

I wake up

A Close Call

     A Jewish family lives in a small house. Local Muslims have found out where they live and have come to slaughter them. They lock the doors. The Muslims bang on the doors. The father of the house goes downstairs. The Muslims follow on the outside. They close all doors and windows. When the Muslims finally give up and leave, the family goes to the beach.

I wake up

The Predator Outside The Door

     I'm hanging out with Ian from the Youtube channel idubbbzTV. His bedroom has a large bed and a ball pit. We walk out to where my extended family is gathering. The family takes a stroll outside. Suddenly, a wolf shows up to the party. The family panics. All throughout the front yard is a maze of gates and kennels. I start throwing rocks toward the inside of the labyrinth. The wolf hears the noise and races toward it. My family runs for the house. I keep throwing rocks away from them to steer clear the wolf. We make it inside.

     The house is divided into two sections. Like a duplex. The wolf is outside the door. A young girl opens the door and runs laughing as she goes. I think she sees this as a game of tag or chase. The wolf is distracted by me standing at the door, calling for the girl to come back. She comes back, but as she opens the door to this side of the house, she accidentally opens the entrance to the other part of the house where my cat, Tandy, resides. I immediately run into the other house and see Tandy in the wolf's mouth. I start raging against the wolf, and he lets the cat free.

     I return to the gathering. I need to call my cousin, who lives in another state. Because of electricity issues, I have to use an old, WW3 walkie talkie. I try to call but have trouble contacting her.

I wake up

Something Is Wrong With Her Face

People are ecstatic. Oprah is coming to our building. I know beforehand that something is wrong with her. In fact, I am afraid to look at her face. Oprah arrives and walks up onto the stage in the auditorium. I am walking the halls around the auditorium, but I can see her through windows and openings. Something is wrong with her face. Every time I look, it becomes more and more contorted.

I walk away from the gathering and toward the end of the building, which is a castle. My sister, Morgan, appears. We need to fight an evil queen that resides up a set of concrete stairs. We enter the queen's throne room. I have been here once before, but Morgan has not. To me, the queens' appearance is frightening. She appears as a nine-foot, purple dragon with a tail. Standing next to her is a ghost of herself. To Morgan, the queen seems reasonable. I assume that every time one sets their eyes on the queen, she changes and deteriorates into something more sinister.

We don't end up fighting the dragon but instead talk to her. We leave the throne room and head toward the auditorium. We stop in a storage room where our friends are hiding. Everyone sits around a white table. We are the only ones who see something wrong with Oprah's face. 

I wake up

The Heat

I'm in Africa. Some family members and friends have traveled with me. I am told of a group of people who are desperate to come here.  They travel 100 miles on foot through lava canyons. I see the trail of magma and canyons that lead away. We start to move the path. A few miles on, the walls of the canyons block the sun, and Molton rock begins to appear more and more. We turn back. I wonder how these people travel through lava. How is it possible? We eventually make it through. The halfway point is a lovely building with chairs and vending machines. It's out of place. But it gives me hope.

We make it to the end. There is an indoor swimming pool full of lava. Lying across the pool are several inflatable logs. The people here play a game. One person sits at each end of the trunk. They try not to fall into the hot magma below.

We play the game.

I watch as my friend's dad sits at one side. He puts forth a valiant effort but eventually falls. He quickly pulls himself out, but it's too late. Lava covers his body, melting him alive. He reaches out for help. There is none. Later, we are all on the logs. I drop something into the fire and reach in to grab it. It isn't as hot as I thought. Many of us touch the firewater. We are not harmed.

I wake up

Swizzy

I'm in a hotel room. My family's here as well. Some of them are drunk. Our room is connected by a door to another hotel room where guests are staying. My sister, Kristen, has had too much to drink and is not making sense. She hears the strangers in the next room talking. She walks over to the connecting door and yells to them, "go tomorrow!" Her statement makes no sense. The rest of us laugh.

My sister, Morgan, has had a few drinks as well. She's buzzed. She tells me that the movie theater downstairs is playing a free movie for anyone who wants to see it. Morgan and I go downstairs to see the film. The theater is crowded, as is the case whenever something is free. The movie begins. The production company logo comes onto the screen. I notice the words JOY and PRAISE in the title. Morgan asks, "Is this a Christian movie?" Just then, a picture of Jesus appears on the screen. I turn around, and most of the people are leaving. Morgan and I go too, not because we don't love Jesus or Christianity but because our opinions of Christian movies are poor.

We walk down a sidewalk through city streets. Morgan is drunk by this point. She goes back to the hotel room, and I keep walking. I come across a store that sells electronics. I walk inside and look at the CDs and headphones. I want Bluetooth earbuds, but I check the price, and they are $4000.00.

I wake up

The Hitchhiker's Guide To Romance

I'm hitchhiking through Georgetown, Indiana. I catch a ride from a stranger on a motorcycle. We're driving by the McDonald's, Circle K, and Gas n' Stuff when the driver jams on his brakes. He stops next to a food cart that is run by my high school history teacher. He sells burgers, hot dogs, and sausages. A second person sets up a food cart next to my teacher and sells drinks.

The man on the motorcycle takes me back from where I came. He drops me off at a woman's house. When I get inside, I lie on the woman's bed as she starts a video on physics or chemistry. One of the sciences. She is my tutor. We lie on the bed together, watching the video. I become bored and look over at her. Her eyes are still on the screen. I reach over and place my hand on her leg. I softly start to caress her. She realizes my hand and looks into my eyes. I look into her's. It's usually a feat of endurance for me to make eye contact, and this is no exception. My brain is telling me to look away, but I'm trying hard not to. She grabs the remote and says, "yea, we're done with this." She turns off the television. 

I wake up

Sliding Away

I'm part of an internship called The Honor Academy. Today we have traveled to a large field with a 32 story slide. The interns slide down the massive structure. I take my turn. The ride is thrilling and fast.

I'm standing out in the field with a group of friends when I notice a sliding intern flying from the ride. Their body imitates a ragdoll as it falls through the air and crashes hard into the ground. Before our eyes, bodies of interns fly through the air and land in different parts of the field. I run to the nearby woods and hide behind trees avoiding the out of control bodies.

When the falling stops, we the living run to the opposite corner of the field where there is a door. The door lets us out.

I wake up

Red Fog

I'm inside a mysterious mansion with a few other people. We begin walking at one point and move to another. The attic? The basement? There is no way to be sure. We begin to roam. No matter how many rooms, hallways, or doorways we travel through, we never find an exit.

A strangeness follows us. I'm not sure if we see it. It could be a person. Or an illusion. Maybe a haunting. Our pace quickens to an urgent jog. New rooms. Hallways. Doorways. We never end up anyplace with a conclusion. As long as we walk, the mansion shows us more. Like a lizard growing a new tail, the estate grows a new room. Hallway. Doorway.

I come to an indoor balcony. I look down hoping to find an answer. I cannot see the ground through the red fog. We never find our way out. As far as anyone knows, we are still there.

I wake up

Runaways

We kids are runaways in the city. An evil maniac (like Immortan Joe from Mad Max Fury Road) has taken many kids as his slaves. He roams the streets along with his baddies, looking for the next child to use and abuse. We evade capture several times over. We steal a truck. I drive while the others hop in the back. We drive around looking for a place to hide, and even more critical, somewhere to call our home.

We come across a warehouse. It's several stories tall. We park the truck and climb the stairs to one of the upper floors where we find a giant pile of clothes. I find Snoopy and Star Trek t-shirts. One of the other kids asks to trade one of his shirts for my Star Trek one. I do. We hear a noise coming from a nearby stairway.

I wake up

The Scent Of Horror

A group of my fellow high school students is spending a few days at a retreat in the hills. There is a mine track rollercoaster that tours guests through the woodland ridges. My brother-in-law built the coaster and tells me it's dangerous. A few of us pile in a cart and start up the giant hill. When we get to the top, there is another small hill before the significant drop. Joseph, the teenager, sitting next to me, leans back exaggeratedly far. He doesn't see the next hill coming. When the cart takes the mound, Joseph's head hits the track, and he begins to fall out. I try to pull him back inside, but it's too late. Joseph lies on the route with a severe head injury. The cart malfunctions and starts rolling backward. Joseph is run over. He is dead. While in shock, I try to call Chad to inform him of the situation. I tell him to stop the mine carts on the track. My frantic fingers cannot find his number in my phone. The next cart rolls along and runs over Joseph's body. I see Chad standing on a boulder. I inform him of our situation. The roller coaster comes to a standstill. We get off of the ride.

"This ride is dangerous!" I yell to Chad. Heated, he yells, "I told you it was dangerous!"

Standing on the ground, I can see paramedics carrying joseph's body down on a gurney. I can't look. I turn and walk away. As dusk approaches, most of the guests have left the retreat. I call my mom and ask her to pick me up. I'm standing next to a cabin where the female guests stayed. A car pulls up. I assume a guest is picking up their belongings, so I walk away. As the sky is dark and the retreat is still, my mom shows up. Chad tells her what happened. While the scent of horror is still in the air, we drive home.

I wake up

Let Me Be

Once again, I witness the towers fall. Dream ends.

I wake up

Fire & Water

There is a house on a hill. At the bottom of the knoll is a lake of lava. One could travel either side of the house and find the lava.

My friend Derek is in a wheelchair. I push him around to see the sights. All our peers are running down to admire the lava lake. I push Derek down there as well, but at times we come too close to the heat.

We are on a ship. A megalodon stalks us. We fight through fierce waves to survive its attacks. A few of us are pulled from the boat to the feared waters. A giant octopus appears and attempts to make us it's dinner as well. We survive the attack. Dream ends.

I wake up

Commando

I can transport from my current home to the house I lived in ten years ago. All I have to do to initiate transportation is to blink.

One night, I am walking through my current house. Some of the lights are on, but not many. The backlight turns off on its own. It's probably a raccoon or groundhog. I step to the back door to check and see a man standing a few feet from the door. I walk to the front room. Suddenly, I've transported to the other house three hours away. I walk to the large family room window. Across the street is a cornfield. To keep the local vermin known as children away from the crop, the farmer erected a fence. I see a naked man struggling to climb the barrier. When he finally makes it over, he begins walking toward me.

I grab a pair of binoculars and have a stakeout in my living room. My mom is here with me. I try to focus to see the man. Something catches my eye, but it isn't him. Just outside the front window, I planted a garden. My corn is around ten feet high. It is June at the moment. They say knee-high by the fourth of July. Dream ends.

I wake up

Death and Decay

Everyone is dying. My family. Friends. It has something to do with sex. The sickness is spread through sex. Similar to "IT FOLLOWS." My mom doesn't want me to see her die, so she hugs me and leaves. She dies alone in a hotel room. I watch as the people in my house slowly go the way of the reaper. The sickness hasn't found me. And it never will. I decide that it's time to leave. It's hard to choose what to bring with me. I have so many books. I can't bring them all. I look and see books written by J. R. R Tolkien sitting on my dresser. In the end, I travel light.

I know of a group of people living near Terre Haute, Indiana. I think I'll go there. The men there are builders. They use Minecraft blocks to build their structures and vehicles. I grab an antenna and a walkie talkie in case someone is alive out there and sending out a signal. I drive away from death and decay. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Electric Sky

A Dream From The Past

A party is being held at my aunt's house. Her rooms are filled with shelves of food, candy, and drinks much like a convenience store. I don't think we are allowed to eat the food. I leave the party.

Driving home, it is a little after dark. I slow down at what seems to be a construction site on the road, but it isn't. Men are throwing what appears to be grenades over the side of the highway. Some never go off. Others create an electric explosion in the sky. When this happens, they have found something extraordinary.

I run into an old friend, Hollie, at a mini-mall. There is a young, hipster boy trying to impress her. He has a pair of sunglasses and regular eyeglasses lifted onto his head. I am jealous. I walk with Hollie, and without warning, she becomes ill. She runs to the public bathroom which boasts a long line of people out the door as if we were at a Greta Van Fleet concert. But she skips everyone and runs inside to vomit. When she returns, I help her to my Jeep. I clean out my pigsty of a passenger seat for her, which in the end doesn't matter because she chooses to drive. I assume she was doing drugs, and that's the reason she got sick. I ask her if she was doing "X." She looks confused and asks, "do you mean 'H'?" I quickly recover myself, "yeah, that's what I meant." "Yeah," she replies. We drive home. Dream ends.

I wake up

A Ghost Of The Times

Dream 1.29.2019

My father, sister, and brother-in-law have created or discovered a portal. I'm led to believe this is a time portal that will allow me to visit my past and future. When I enter the entrance, I suddenly find myself in another city. I know that I am not on earth, but this world isn't much different than my own. The city seems empty. It crosses my mind that I am in a simulation, like "The Matrix," made to believe that what I am seeing is real when it assuredly is not.

In this reality, it is unlawful for a laborer to talk to an upperclassman/woman. I walk through the empty city. As I walk, I look at the buildings. In part, they look real but in another way, computerized. In a tall building, I start talking loudly about penises. I am electrocuted with a taser and forcefully removed from the premises.

I stand on the roof of the building opposite where I was assaulted. A woman with me starts throwing bombs toward the building. When they hit the ground, she uses a detonator to cause an explosion. She was wronged too.

Education works differently here, as well. Instead of a child going to a school to learn, they spend the day in a specific house where the owners of the house teach them. Many kids are in the same house. I enter one home where I come across three rows of metal folding chairs. Fifteen or more Asian students are propped up in their chairs. I realize right away that none are moving. They are dead.

The strange people in this house show me their dead ancestors who are ghosts. The ghosts stand in a line. As I tap each one, they float away. The last one has a white face similar to the Rhinegeist logo with black, raven hair and dark eyes. I tap, but it refuses to move. It stays in my mind and never lets me go. Dream ends.

I wake up

My Cup Runneth Over

Dream 1.23.2019

       I walk through the halls of my old church in Anderson, Indiana. The church is small, but it feels like home to me. I walk through twisted hallways to a different part of the church, an area in which I've never been. At the end of the long hall, I find another church. This one is much bigger, and the seats are filled with those who believe and those who don't.

       I walk up to an upper balcony that is more of a dining area where one can still experience the service, but rather in a more casual manner. I meet two of my friends. One person is called Jordan, and the other has no name. They ask me to bring them a drink. Jordan wants a drink called Runescape. And the man with no name wants four Mountain Dews. I go and retrieve for them the beverages. Dream ends.

I wake up