Brainwashed by Tennis Shoes. and more.

Date: 8/7/2016

-buckle up kids this one is a wild ride.- I was in the car with my dad. We were driving to my friend Justine's house. My two other friends, Rachel and Marisa, were also going to be there. We pulled up to a very weirdly built yard: almost an entire col de sac dedicated to a driveway and the house being on the bottom corner. The house was very old and dark looking. Time seemed to skip, as I never left the car or actually walked into the house but all of a sudden I was there with all my friends. There were, like, TONS of other people in the house just walking around. Every single one of them was wearing bright white tennis shoes. Justine was also wearing bright white tennis shoes. We all hung out for a while and I don't remember what we did. I think it may have involved stuffed animals or something but I really have no idea. There was a scene in here where I went to Justine's neighbors' house. The architecture and interior decoration of the house was completely strange and not like anything I'd ever seen before. There were a couple of old women living there. They had a dog that looked just like my grandparents old dog (who had just died last week.) The dog was on a very weird medical contraption holding all its legs as it rolled around. The old ladies said it was for back problems and she would be okay when she healed. I was back at Justine's house and it was apparently time for me to leave. When I returned, Rachel and Marisa were also wearing the bright white tennis shoes. I suddenly realized that all the people in the house were marching around in a zombie-like fashion. Rachel and Marisa's eyes had glazed over and they were now walking towards the lines of people. Justine looked at me and handed me a pair of the shoes. She said "Here, everyone at my house wears them." and I said, "no, I don't need them." She got more forceful and shoved them into my hands. "Put. Them. On." "Okay, I'll go put them on in the bathroom." I ran frantically to the bathroom, where it was pretty dark. I realized that these shoes were brainwashing people and that maybe if I covered my feet with something I would be able to stay aware. I shuffled through a drawer and found some Band-Aids, and I put those on the backs of my feet. Then I put socks over them. Before I could attempt to put on the shoes, time seemed to skip again because the next chunk of the dream was cut out. I was back outside with my dad (without the tennis shoes) and I was telling him I wanted to leave. He was talking to Justine's dad, and he started walking towards a garage-looking building next to the house. He opened the door, and inside was some weird 60's doo-op multicolored organic shape music studio. There were shiny keyboards, soundboards, and guitars everywhere. They were big with rounded edges, like bubbles. Justine's dad explained that this used to be his music studio that he had specially built, but he quit music a long time ago. I looked in the corner and saw an ominous looking door. The window on it was dark and led down a tunnel, and it had a weird sign on the front but I forget what it said. We walked back outside and I noticed another piece of architecture on the property. A dark stone tunnel protruding out of the ground. My dad must have seen it, too, because he ran into it. I screamed and ran after him, frantically screaming "DAD!" as I ran through the twisting tunnel with nothing but a flashlight that had randomly appeared in my hand. At the end of the tunnel was some girl with candles and a picture. I think somewhere it was established that the picture was of her mom, who had died. She was soaking wet and crying. Me and my dad left the tunnel and arrived back out into the driveway. Then my dad asked Justine's dad if he had any toilet paper because we didn't have any at our house. He went back inside to get some, and I was really frustrated because I wanted to leave this obviously suspicious place. I then woke up very confused.