Alyzarin

Not The Safest House [Non-Lucid]

An old friend JRE and I were going to a party in some random neighborhood and we parked a ways down the street from the house it was at, for some reason. I was about to tell him something really important... but then suddenly a house across the street caught fire. It went up in flames really fast, and there didn't seem to be anyone inside so I called 911 and then we started running down the street, to where the party was, to get away from the danger. I don't remember much about the party itself, I think it might have been one of those moments where the dream just skips forward but you feel like you experienced everything in between. What I do recall was that there were lots of my family members there, including my late grandfather. JRE and I were smoking weed or something, and when we were leaving I had stuffed a bunch of pot brownies down my pants to sneak them out of the house with us. I was also carrying a TON of things, but I can't really remember what they were now. JRE had walked up to the door to open it when someone knocked on it loudly, but when we opened it immediately after there was no one in sight. We looked around and closed it again, then said our goodbyes and I hugged my grandpa, and then we headed out. When we opened the door this time there was a small stack of pizzas sitting outside, so we figured it had been a pizza delivery guy who had knocked before. JRE and I left and started walking down the street back to where the car was, and when we were approaching it I had kind of a sense of foreboding. He started walking across the street to check out the now-burnt house, and I told him I just wanted to get in the car and go but he wouldn't listen. I walked across the street after him and some cops pulled up out nowhere, I knew that was going to happen. From my understanding of the situation, they were going to arrest us for not being drunk. And they didn't give us any time to respond, they instantly pulled out Gatling guns and started unloading on us. We ducked under this tiny, destroyed walk way leading up to the house, and the house EXPLODED behind us. Somehow, this caused us both to suddenly have liquor bottles that each contained just the tiniest amounts of alcohol... made from anandamide. Now this really asshole-ish cop with a cowboy hat and deep black sunglasses comes up to us and starts saying that now that we have alcohol what we're doing is perfectly legal, and he starts giving us some tips for drinking it (though I can't remember what they were now), and then he drives off. And after that, I woke up. ._.