non-lucid

I'm in the woods, along with an entire crowd of unknown people. For some unknown reason someone has thrown a huge banquet in the middle of nowhere. There's long tables filled with fine crockery and plates of food. It's all mounted on low pavilions, and everything is white. (everything that doesn't belong, I mean. the forest is lush green) The weather is nice.

Next thing I remember I'm out in the woods looking for juniper berries. I have no idea why. Probably because I was reading gin blogs the night before.

Next thing I am back, and I've picked what my night-time seemingly acid-tripped mind thinks juniper berries are; bizarre mutant fruits that look like pistachio nuts gene-spliced with miniature lime fruits. They're part shell and part lime fruit. I share the bizarro fruits with Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister from the HBO show Game of Thrones. I have no idea in retrospect why he is there. I didn't react in the dream.

Later on, I am called upon to help carry chairs and shit for the banquet I saw earlier. I go into a restaurant that really doesn't belong in the middle of nowhere. Once I'm done carrying I go back, and for some reason I sit down at a decorated table, knowing it isn't meant for me. The waiter reacts but pretends things are normal, and serves a delicious steak meal. I start eating. The end.

Planning a bank robbery with people I can't recognize. The location is in some cheap apartment without furniture. I suppose rented for the purpose.

Next scene. The robbery is already over. We're trying to escape. The police fire tear gas canisters into the bank. We don gas masks. For inexplicable reasons there's people from my class in on this thing, and two of them are being severely slow in donning their masks. We end up being the last to get away.

Next scene, we're being readied for prison cells. I guess we got caught. The cells are very strange, communal, with mattresses on the floor. Even more strangely there's laptops and internet connections. Quite comfy.

Next scene. I'm not there. It's in my classroom. The class is reacting to the headlines of us getting caught for robbing a bank.

The end. Of what I can remember anyway.