Nightmare – 10/27/09 | Divine Philosophies

Nightmare – 10/27/09

I left my dorm and went to this breakfast place, and a guy was smoking a joint in the place. I went up to him and started talking to him, and he started sketching out so he just gave me the joint. I thought that was cool, so I tried to put it out (I don’t remember actually putting it out but in any case I pocketed it). I was happy because it was essentially full. I decided I would go back to my dorm first and then go to a forest from there to smoke it. For some reason, I had to go through some kind of McDonalds to get to my dorm, and it was really clumsy and I felt like everyone was looking at me and knew I had the joint. Either right before this or during this, my roommate called me. We had a really, really friendly conversation, and he was saying how I should stay out until 6:00 like I usually do. I said I wanted to come back to the dorm, but if there was a reason he wanted me to stay out, I would. I just wanted to know because I was curious. As I said, this conversation was really friendly, and I liked it.

I went upstairs anyways, and there were a lot of people in the dorm hallway. My Resident Director, who apparently was a Resident Assistant in the dream, walked by and was talking about how he busts a lot of people for weed, which is right below alcohol. I was holding the joint in my pocket to try to hide it from him, and I looked kind of sketch. I went into the bathroom, and for some reason it was huge. There were like 20 people in it. I went over to these two guys and they were saying how it was sketch that I had so many joints, and for some reason two more had appeared in my left pocket, and the original one was still in the right. To make things less sketch, and so they would not tell on me, I gave one of the guys the two joints and he passed one to his friend. Then I was feeling really sketched for some reason so I went into a bathroom stall. My friends Corey and Adam randomly came up and started knocking on it saying I had to come out, then the Resident Director/Assistant started knocking on the stall from the other side. I was really scared so I started trying to flush the joints down the toilet, but now I had like 10 or 15 in my pocket and when I would try to flush them down, more would just appear. Then the RD/A opened the door from the side, apparently there were two doors, and this was when it felt truly nightmarish. I had gotten caught with weed, which would mean I would be expelled from housing and have to go through a ton of other shit. I was still trying to flush the joints down the toilet when he was looking at me, and he said, “We’re going to the junkyard!” and I figured that was to retrieve the joints I had flushed. I was so scared, and then a small part of me thought this has to be a dream, and thankfully, it was.

Note: I woke up with my heart pounding and a small amount of adrenaline in me. It was truly terrifying, and I was so happy it was not real.

Dreams | Light | October 28, 2009 12:37 pm