One random-ass dream! 😳

Date: 3/17/2017

I was driving in my car when I lost control of the breaks and kept rolling into the car in front. The lady was getting rather pissed off, but it was only a small bump to the back of her car. "I don't want to drive this car anymore!" I sobbed to my mother. "You're fine!" She said. "Carry on!" Next scene; I was with my friend Kylie and her mum. "Have a look through my mum's phone!" She said. "Go on. I'll pop the password in!" I didn't really want to, but felt like I had no other choice. We looked through her mum's photos and there was a picture of a guy with lots of chest hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. We were mesmerised... his chest hair was dancing. Her mum then walked in and caught us looking through her photos. "Oh, we were trying to find that video of Ava." kylie lied. She then played me this video of her daughter running across a field, slipping up and face planting into a puddle. We roared with laughter. I wanted to go to the toilet, but Kylie's mum invited herself in. I concentrated really hard on going, but I just couldn't go. "Sorry, but I get stage fright, you'll have to leave!" I told her. She was trying to sneak a peek at my vagina, I knew it! She left but I was still unable to go. When I came back in, I asked kylie if she was still using coconut oil on her skin and she said it had given her an allergic reaction and she won't be using it ever again. "I'm sorry, kiddo... it makes my skin beautiful! I've had no problems with it." Later, I was releasing my bladder into a miniature toilet in the middle of the road. Passersby kept walking by and questioning why on Earth I was weeing outside. I felt insecure. Next scene; I was in some sort of adventure soft play area, which also doubled up as a prison. I don't know why I was there, but there were several older men in adjacent cells. (This next bit is really bizarre and disgusting) but I was carry around a poo in a net and hoping the other inmates didn't see it. I was ashamed and embarrassed, but just didn't know what to do with 'said' poo or where to hide it in such an open playpen. Next scene; I was on a steam train. There was a rowdy Welsh couple in the next carriage and they were so drunk they didn't know which stop they needed to get off at. I was trying to help them establish where they need to be, but my advice was falling upon death ears. Eventually they got off and I snooped through their drawers. They had a left an iPhone. "Hmm, should I hand this in?" I wondered. Next scene; I was in a department store in the makeup section. There were these really charismatic makeup artistic chatting amongst themselves. I remember feeling flustered because I was trying to look for a good eyebrow gel. I tried one out, but my hand slipped by accident and I ended up with one huge eyebrow. "Oh shit!" I cursed. The makeup artists sniggered. When I got back home from having my makeup done, my mum told me my contour made me look like I had been beaten around the face. "Thanks mum!" I replied, sorrowfully. Next scene; We were at a carnival in Bristol. Phoebe was meant to be meeting a friend there and we thought she'd be safe, but we found her mingling on her own and we were furious. We told her off for telling her us she'd be with a friend and then going off on her own. We were so angry, we told her we were going home. As we walked through the crowds, I saw that everyone looked a bit odd. There was a really tall gothic guy (who looked a bit like Marilyn Manson) When he laughed, I saw that he had silver stumps for his bottom teeth: "how bizarre!" I thought. "How does he manage to eat with those?"