The Styrofoam Wall

Date: 5/22/2019

So in this dream me and some of my other high school alumni attended this cafè where you could sit down and eat and watch this performance on a stage. Imagine a comedy club but bigger. Anyway so I sit down to eat and i’m having a good time when suddenly these employees drag out a giant styrofoam sculpture of an ocean wave or a rock-climbing wall (or a combo of the two) onto stage. Before I could question what was going to happen with this big sculpture that took up the entirety of the space on stage, I heard a gunshot. I went to go find the killer based on where the sound came from and this silhouette ran out of the room. He was wearing a crown made of styrofoam which was his main identifier. I chase him through the town pushing past people. The murderer steals a car. I call 911 and try to describe but i end up stopping in my sentences and i end up saying nonsense as a result. I then lose interest and hang up and i'm not sure why. I then walk back to the cafe-area where everyone was situated. My instincts tell me I’ll get a benefit or reward of some kind to climb this styrofoam wall that’s on the stage. I try resisting the urge to climb but eventually I cave after a few minutes. This may sound weird but bear with me: I climb the styrofoam wall and after every foot I gain i get happy. Very happy. In fact a special kind of happy; i get turned on. Climbing this wall brings me sexual pleasure and I’m not sure why. When I finally get to the top of this wall, a styrofoam lady greets me and is wearing the same crown that the murderer is wearing. But the murderer was male. Something was wrong. I dismissed this feeling right as the lady congratulated me for climbing the styrofoam wall. She gives me a prize. A chair. She gives me a chair. I climb back down and set the chair on the ground. Everyone is casually talking as if they were distracted the whole time during my escalation up the wall. I sit down and it’s the most comfortable chair i’ve ever sat in. Absolutely Orgasmic. It’s nothing special, just your average cushioned dining room chair from the looks of it. Then my senior high school prom date walks up to me and bends over and suggests towards having sex right there on the spot. As soon as I become overwhelmed with decisions the murderer bursts through the ceiling (which happened to be made of glass) on a styrofoam horse. Things slow down and life turns into slow motion. Glass shards are surrounding the horse and its rider and glimmering in the moonlight cast down through the skylight on the ceiling. I get up to try to fight the rider and as soon as I throw a punch my dream ends.