Series of Events Dream

I was walking over to a friend’s place as we were heading off to The Blue Mountains to go bushwalking and to buy Sourdough. After a while I realised that I’d forgotten to take the car.

There was a sign showing how far to go before I reached the suburb in which my friend lived. There was one and a half kilometres to go. I had walked for three and a half kilometres and felt that I’d come too far to turn around.

I met my friend not quite at their place, but at an open small park area with seats and a table. We were standing up. I told them what happened and we decided to get an Uber back to my place, then go from there.

The Uber arrived and it was an old white car. Maybe from the nineties or early aughts. It looked fine on the outside but the inside of it had not been maintained. Parts of the seat covers were tearing and the dashboard was worn out. The driver looked like one of my university professors when they were in their twenties.

We drove off and went along a path that looked like a footpath, but wider. To be more specific, it looked like an unpaved footpath that was slightly lower than its immediate surrounds. The soil was brown and had bits of rock sticking out in a few parts. Around the path was wet grass, and whilst the path and some of its area around it was visible, there was a thick fog on both sides.

As we drove along there were these really big and muscular lizards along the path that would appear behind us. Some would stand on their hind legs. They still had lizard feet for their forefeet. They’d stand, then go back to being on all fours. Some would appear in front of us. They were called maso lizards, but whilst they looked menacing, they didn’t attack us. We also somehow didn’t run over any of them.

There may also have been a regular antelope, but I’m not sure.

We got to a point where the path diverged. One way went downward and into the thick fog. The Uber driver asked if it was fine to go that way. As it seemed dangerous to me I said no. The other way went up a steep hill with little path. It was a little rough, but we got to the top in one piece.

We ended up at this large brown / maroon building which was where we had to stop. It was part of a city and maybe it was the city we were in, but it was also disconnected from the rest of what it was from. My friend and I decided we’d give the Uber driver five stars.

The three of us entered the building and it was large inside. There was a wedding reception inside but everyone was dressed pretty casually. Another of my university professors was there with their kid. The Uber driver said they were going to look for something. Then my friend and I walked off without saying anything.

We came across my friend’s lover who happened to be there. They were wearing the Jamiroquai hat with horns, but it was smaller. One of the horns was able to project an image on the floor.

We were walking somewhere at a reasonable pace. I think we were still trying to get back to my place which was outside and away from the building of which we were in. The projecting horn was projecting the image of a Japanese man wearing casual business attire and glasses. He was drawn semi-realistically and had two frames of walking animation. He said “A line is not a void for paper arguments”. Then, without turning or changing animation, lifted off the ground and rapidly approached me. It happened on Snapchat but it also happened there where I was.

Then I woke up.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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