Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/30/2019
By pretzeling
I’m at my apartment with my roommate who is showing me how to make a mixed drink. I’ve already had 1 shot but figure I can have a bit more. The drink is made up of bourbon (or possibly rum), Diet Coke, and coffee creamer. It sounds disgusting but somehow it tastes really good. The other drink is something that you can make in a martini glass, and it’s called a “mountain lake.” The reason it’s called this is that you do something that alters the surface tension of the drink so that as you drink it, a lot of liquid sticks to the sides of the martini glass, leaving a physics-defying gumdrop-shaped hole in the liquid. I stop after like 2 and a half drinks because I don’t want to get sick. For some reason I leave, maybe to go to the store. It’s nighttime and I’m walking back to my apartment. The streets are very dark and I’m kind of lost. Creeps are following me. I have a taser with me but it doesn’t work. I have a flashlight that I’m shining in people’s eyes to scare them away from me. On the way home I stumble upon some guys in costumes. They’re cosplaying as Henchman 21 and 24 from The Venture Bros. I make them laugh by doing a Doctor Girlfriend impression. They try to improv with me but I get nervous and can’t. Later I run up to them as they’re going into a party and ask if I can give them my number because I want to hang out. Idk, I decided I might as well shoot my shot. I try to say my number but I keep fucking up. Either I can’t remember, or I get distracted trying to read the numbers off my screen. I think I try to say it like 5 times but the numbers are different each time. I’m sweating and apologizing, they’re kind of weirded out. Eventually I think I just give them my phone to look off of.