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I was some guy and in a fight with my wife. We were having marriage problems so we went to a restaurant called "Everything you hate".
We sat at a very very small black table and shared a glass gratin dish which was all that could fit on the table. The mood in the restaurant was very tense because everyone there had relationship issues. This also prevented us from making a scene.
A waiter came by and asked us what we wanted. I said that I want wine #7 but he said "we only have wine #8". My wife was visibly annoyed as she explained to me that whatever you want to order they won't have. I nodded and ordered "a glass of cow wine" which is not a real thing but I assume it would have tasted like steak sauce, if I had ever recieved my order.
Instead of leaving with my order the waiter sat down on my chair and I was now standing beside the table. He talked to my wife and said all the right things that I didn't tell her because I was a bad husband. One such thing was "your oldest child is totally good enough to get into the football team".
My mom wanted to buy fish so we went to the basement. Down there was a small market for residents, which was a bit cold and dimly lit. They didn't have the fish she wanted. So we walked on and reached a big market / funfair on the outside. It was evening and dark by now. We browsed the fair but they didn't have her fish. Away from the fair lead a single semi-long path, through a grass field with the occaisional tree. At the end of the road was a small store that seemed familiar from a dream I had a while ago. We did not go inside but checked out a booth in front. They had her fish! We also looked into their glass fridge and they had something with sprinkles on top, I don't know if it was for eating or drinking. My brother got white sprinkles, my dad chocolate and I got purple.
A quite nonsensical dream. The first I don't remember much of, only that I enjoyed it. It included the 13th Doctor and Professor Layton and Luke, for some reason. In my later dream this was referred to as a game I was playing.
I fake woke up. At first I could see very badly, as if my eyes were half-closed: I could see my bright eyelashes, but I felt that my eyes were open. I then sat up and noticed there was a blanket over my head - I could clearly see the pattern of my actual blanket.
After I'd thrown my blanket aside I noticed multiple people standing around my bed. I was not in my real room now and not myself but some guy. They were addressing me, talking about something I didn't understand but I heard myself respond, as if another part of me knew what was happening. I talked to this other voice in my head for a brief moment. Everyone was treating me like I was crazy and it seemed that I had slept for days or so. I walked into a room which had a shelf full of potted plants and books about plants, most of these things in black and white safe a few green accents from the plants. An old man, some father figure to me, told me he wanted to connect with me through plants because I'd said I like them. We had a short discussion about my previous dream, which I said would have been better as a movie rather than a game.
I was constantly accompanied by guards and felt like in a looney bin. They talked of things I thought were completely untrue but the other part of me agreed with them. I was lead to a room that was very similar to "my" room in which I had awoken earlier.
It was entirely orange-brown and made of cushion-like material. It was devided in four equal sized districts by a cross structure in the middle. In each corner (to the center) was a bed, no blankets or anything. I was told to lie in my bed, the one on the left in the back. I immediately noticed that this was not my room though, because the walls were closer and the bed smaller. We moved on.
The guards were constantly talking about things I had done or should do and I remebered none of it.
When we went through a hallway I saw the old man through the columns. The old man, as I realized soon, was me but older. I saw him get shot by a woman, behind her suddenly appeared a young girl with long black hair, who I knew was the same woman as a child.
The alarm woke me.
This dream was very chaotic. I think they were several that sort of connect? You know, when the dream just silently fades into another before you realize.
I was coming out of a school gym or something. There were a *lot* of people in front of me. The one right in front of me was in a wheelchair. Of the two "doors" he chose the extremely small one that he had to crawl through, leaving his wheelchair behind. After he'd passed through he walked through the big door to get his wheelchair, folding it like a folding chair and walking on. At the time I didn't think this was strange at all because some people in wheel chairs can walk.
In the next hall there were many people reading blue folders, all were made especially for them. I felt left out because I didn't have one though I didn't even want one. In the next room the folders were being made by a machine. I took them as they were spat out, read the title and threw them in a big plastic bowl right next to the machine, where they would have landed anyway. One of them was a book about witches, which was mine.
With my book I was walking up a hill through a very pretty neighborhood. Some way up the hill I met a scottish witch in a wedding dress. We talked and when I had to ditch her to go to work she took a military pattern ribbon and wore it around her head.
I walked to a tram station but didn't know where I was and which side of the road I had to stand. The witch walked by and I asked her what her work was. She said she hated her job: forestation. I thought this strange because it sounded real neat to me. She helped me and told me I had to be on the opposite side of the road for my tram. I ran over to catch the number 5 but I was too late. Curiously, as it drove off, the tram was suddenly a little black car. Next came the number 2, which wasn't a tram either but one of those bicycles for a ton of people with a table. There were about 5 kids and one adult woman pedaling - a school group, I assumed. This seemed extremely weird to me now, so I asked the witch on the opposite side of the street if I was dreaming.
"Of course" she said and I woke up. As I felt myself waking up I though "shit, missed a chance for lucid dreaming"
Me and my parents were sitting on chairs outside on the pavement, having coffee.
We were talking about some depressing stuff (politics or philosophy probably) but in a jolly manner. We also talked about Halleys Comet for some reason.
The stop light behind my dad, which was right across from me, was shining blue in the pattern of a flame.
When we met again later, probably the next day, I was told that the flame is called Bearimy and it shone only for the fastest (probably the first to arrive at the meeting, idk dream logic).
When we met again that day Bearimy went on for me. My parents only noticed when we were done and I didn't say anything. They were happy for me.
I was handed three pictures. One was an impact font meme that read "What? I was building a relationship to Bearmy this whole time?"
I awoke with an earworm of Halley's Comet by Ezra Furman.