Date: 1/24/2019
By Boygan
I dreamt my family was bugs, and that my Muslim friends took me to their care as their sons and daughters went through rites of passage. My friends committed drug crimes because of the music they listened to, and were slowly being killed inside until their influencers changed. After this happened we all made many gold coins in the monetary system of the dream world, and my friends and I drove to the old pizza place they sold drugs at for old time's sake. There was a final fight between a boy they had left behind in their rites. He tried to convict my friend, and chased us with his corgi with the rest of the town. The dream ended when I (for no reason) left with the persecutor-boy.