Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm at a friends party of sorts. We're in a back yard and we're playing a game. I don't understand the game we're playing, yet everyone else seems to.

"Hey, let's go to the Boardwalk!" the host cries out excitedly.
We all walk to the bus station and I see everyone's about to get on the bus so I get on. The doors slam and everyone is laughing outside and walking towards the house. There is no room on the bus and I fell in between the door and a seat with an old man snoring loudly. The door opened and I almost fell out. I didn't and the door closed again.
"Fuck my life," I said loudly. There was silence as everyone in the bus turned to look at me. The bus driver pulled over and told me to get out. I walked back to the party.

"What the hell?" I said as I approached the group of giggling girls.
"Oh cool, you made it back. We decided not to go."

Everyone went back inside and I was left standing in the back yard. I was standing around and suddenly realized I understood the game they were playing. It was something like you were given three choices to a situation and you had to pick one according to who you are. I thought it was stupid.

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The dream changes here.

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I'm upset about something and I'm walking down a pier. There are two docks I can walk down. One says hot and the other cold. I walk down the one marked cold.

There are these booths that look like tanning booths but are filled up with water. There are 1950's dressed robotic women tanning in the tubs of water, and the whole place is themed to winter. There are television screens airing in black and white, talking about the ideal vacation spot for the 1950's woman. All of the robots are talking happily and suddenly the screen starts slowing down and the whole place sort of dementedly bends back and forth eerily. The robots start slowing down as well and there is this jagged silence I'm left with that I can't quite stand.

A robotic woman approaches me and says we need to find some sort of thai cooking packet in the supermarket that's attached to the place. Obviously, my logic circuits are down so this makes perfect sense to me and I follow her.

We're walking in what looks like a fucked up version of costco... which isn't far from an actual costco since I think huge stores are creepy in waking life. Some men working at the store are dumbfounded that we're requesting such an object and try to substitute peanut butter and jelly.

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