Very Complicated, ends with me and a tiny tiny girl at some bar

Date: 6/7/2020

The dream is very complicated and the logic of it is one that pertains so strictly to my brain that it’s very hard for me to explain it, but I’m going to try because it’s interesting. The dream started with a bunch of family members and I going to some after-funeral party. Yes, party; there were black balloons, modern sad music playlists playing (like Moral of The Story), people slow-dancing, and drinks served in black glasses. We didn’t know the person who died, but we were going to the funeral for a very important reason. The people I remember being there are: my aunts, uncles, a few cousins (mostly the college-age ones), my grandparents (all three), my parents, my siblings, and a few family friends who I call aunt/uncle. We were called together by some people in my family who knew other people. It was a “friend’s cousin’s step-dad’s son” type deal, but they knew for sure what the information was; that friend’s-cousin’s-stepdad’s-son knew someone who had connections in the FBI, who had concerning information about my family— me in particular. It was all started by my aunt Wendy (she was the one who initially found out), who gathered us all together and told us the plan. Basically, because of some important jobs my dad had worked (he’s a manager of some construction companies who build some very confidential things at times— in real life actually— and he often has to have background checks, etc. before he can even enter the grounds of the site and oversee it), the FBI were watching our family a little... too closely. Something had happened and all of a sudden, one of the FBI men found himself with a little grudge against me, because I beat his daughter’s top score on some test at school and ended up pushing her back down to second; since he had the ability to closely monitor my family, mostly through excuses having to do with my dad and his job, he had started using that to his advantage to start creating some shady plans. The FBI agent who had low-key beef with me had used his leveraged clearance (to watch my family through our cameras, record audio, literally stalk our house under the pretense of ‘suspicion’ of my dad doing something that might end with him being kicked off the job site if the FBI found out, etc.) to literally stalk me. He was planning to do something terrible; possibly kill me and make it out to be an ‘unknown criminal’s’ fault; possibly collect a ton of mismatched things my family and I say and piece them together and create false allegations (or even just to blackmail me); the list of possibilities goes on. But one thing was for sure: the situation wasn’t looking good, and if we were going to do something about it, we weren’t gonna be able to get help from the government. It’d have to be secret. We’d have to do it ourselves. The funeral party was that of someone closely related to the FBI guy that was the one who someone my family knew had connections with; since they had connections we all came with an excuse, claiming that “he visited sometimes and he was such a good guy” and whatever. We were really there, though, to try and find out more about this FBI guy, which would allow us to find more about the FBI in general, which, you know, we needed info on. All of us kids (my siblings, a few cousins, and I) were taken aside by the adults when we arrived. We got there in several rented cars so that we couldn’t be tracked and we all were wearing black, as well as heavy makeup; even my brother (who avidly hates having anything on his face) and I (who hates makeup possibly even more than my brother) had a little bit of makeup that changed the appearance of our face a bit, in case the cameras there had face recognition or something. We were taken aside by my aunt Wendy, my mom, and like one other adult relative, off to this sidewalk area near an alleyway next to the building where the party was. The adults lectured us about our backup stories. They had found out a little of the man who’d died, so if anyone asked we would have the same story and would be able to ‘prove’ we knew him somewhat. This was just in case some petty relative of his saw us and didn’t recognize us and started getting all pissed off. We went inside and found out a bunch, all I remembered was the fact that it was boring as hell and that there was a cute bat hidden in the closet of one of the people who lived in the building; because I’m me, naturally, I snuck off to investigate the rest of the house. I got some information that was useful from it too, and I had skin-color gloves and tipped my black hat down so it covered my face, to be inconspicuous. All I remembered is the bat though cause I kept him and named him Brian, and called him “Briby” (br-eye-bee). He was very cute and was oddly trained, he came when called and stuff. Afterwards, we collected info and the adults started using it to form plans. From then on they agreed, since I was the target, that I would have to separate. We formed plans and all of that and eventually, after good-byes and all that, I took to the streets. I had this little corner in an alleyway that was almost like my ‘base.’ The corner was only accessible through several alleyways; it was a blank space in between a bunch of buildings. Nobody knew it was there and most of the buildings directly surrounding it were abandoned, so I could use them as well. I kept gloves that I refilled with new (stolen 😳) ones every so often, and I got rid of the rest after soaking them in (also stolen 😬) alcohol. I slept in one of the buildings which was a large, empty, and decently small apartment complex. I only ever really went to the first floor, because the staircase had broken in two (it was metal and it must’ve been put under heavy heat or something, cause one half was bent downwards away from the other, which hung from the wall). I could still climb it but my parkour abilities are mediocre if not just ever-so-slightly-above mediocre; I didn’t want to risk anything unless it was decently important. But each floor had a broken staircase so going up to the top floor was something I’d only do if I really, really needed to for some reason. Inside of the empty first floor of this building, I had a large fire-proof mat. It was more comfortable than the stone floor but I didn’t have any blankets or pillows. I had a flamethrower that I’d use on the mat like every week or something, to try and rid it of any evidence of myself being there; that’s also why I had no sheets or anything, they’d be too hard to sanitize properly. I had two pairs of clothes that, when washed, I washed in alcohol, to cover my scent as best I could. This was in case they sent tracking dogs after me. I also wore a mask (perhaps this was the dream’s way of incorporating COVID-19) that I washed with alcohol, too, and it made me kind of look like a ninja, combined with my black hoodie and jeans. My shoes were very basic and I wore no socks, and I’d soak the shoes in alcohol a lot too. I remember there must’ve been a thousand other precautions like these that I took, I can’t remember them all. But I did a lot of things to stay under the radar. I only went out at night, when I needed to, and I avoided cameras. When I did have to pass by them I’d first past underneath, them disable them quickly; long enough for me to do what I needed. I’d keep my hood up. I didn’t buy anything cause a credit card could be recorded and cash might have my DNA on it. I only stole, and even then, it wasn’t enough to be noticed. A bag of chips from this store. An apple from that one. Some water from 7-11. So on. It was like... advanced shop lifting really. The rest of the time I spent at my ‘base’ trying to get sleep, or using my laptop. The laptop had been heavily coded and hacked by myself, my cousins, and even a ‘specialty’ guy, so that #1 it was untraceable, and #2 it couldn’t be detected by anyone nearby even when it was using internet. I used the laptop to disable cameras nearby, hack into different sites and look around on the dark web for info to help myself out, and leave anonymous coded messages on various platforms that were meant for my family and friends, as a way of communicating with them. The laptop was the only thing I didn’t clean that well; I used de-sanitizing wipes but I knew it still had my DNA, and evidence of me having it, all over it, so it was heavily guarded (by me). I also had a lot of pets / animal companions. Brian the bat stayed with me, slept upside down from one of the bars of the higher up stairs in the apartment complex, and flew around the back alleyways. He’d come when I called and always returned, though. He mainly wandered to find dumpsters or the like, looking for fruit. Sometimes he’d find things like rings, credit cards, etc. that I’d use as a bartering item down in some shadier alleys, where I pried around for information. I also had a black cat, who was my cat Potato from real life. But in the dream I’d found him living in the alley I chose to live in as well. He was, like Brian, oddly well-trained. He got himself food when he needed, and often slept with me or in the apartment complex somewhere. With his agility he often climbed to the top floor and wandered around on rooftops surrounding my ‘base,’ even sitting atop lampposts or abandoned, blocked-off balconies. It was almost like he was watching, for anyone to come by. Whenever someone was nearby my ‘base’ he’d come to me meowing; or, if I was gone, he’d try his best to keep them away. I had a cute little mouse which was the same as the rest of my animals. She was named Alice and she spent less time hunting for food and sleeping; or at least, I saw her more often. She regularly hung out in my pockets or hood, and was very helpful in shoplifting. If I wanted a distraction for the cashier / employees, I’d whisper, “there’s a mouse,” to Alice and she’d run off and quickly dash by, so the employees saw her. I’d scream “there was a mouse!” and as Alice escaped and they looked all over for her, I’d snatch a few things, she’d find me and I’d grab her, and we’d run. Or else she’d actually go and grab smaller items for me, and bring them back. The final one I remember is this cute snake whose name I don’t remember. She was dark green, black, and lighter green, with a short and rounded (friendly) snout and big black eyes. She’d be the same as the others. She slept who knows where and often brought me eerily relevant things. If I needed new inconspicuous clothes she’d come the next day with a black shirt in her jaws. If I wanted info she’d come to me with an ID of someone who’d turn out to be essential to getting that info. All of my animal companions and I worked for a while at this little spot. However one day the black cat came up to me, meowed, and jumped back up to the rooftops and watched a certain direction intently. I flame-throwered the mat I slept on, grabbed my laptop, and all of my animal friends (save for the cat) came to me. The mouse hid in the pocket of my jacket, the bat in my hood (covered by my long hair), and the snake curled around my waist under my jacket. I had an inside-pocket I’d my jacket where I had my laptop safely secured. As I was leaving a man on a motorcycle roared in from an alleyway. He quickly stopped the motorcycle, jumped off, and removed his helmet. He had black sunglasses and close-cropped hair. He held out a pistol and started shooting at me, so I ran behind a corner of the alleyway and my snake curled out to look at me. Then it regurgitated a loaded gun. It curled back around my waist and I cocked the gun, and pressed my back to the wall; there was a silence. Then I peeked the corner and heard gunshots, and brought my head back around the corner. I readied myself and then ran out from behind the wall, gun ready, and shot at the man. He obviously wasn’t expecting this and leapt to the side, away from his motorcycle. I ran towards the motorcycle still shooting. Then I hopped on, pulled up my hood and mask, and drove away as fast as possible. I drove for a while. I had a specific place in mind, a last-resort type of place that my family had found in case I needed it. It was very out in the middle of nowhere, in Texas. It was also hidden. The outside of the building appeared to be abandoned. It was silent and graffitied, and had nothing inside. The shutters were tightly drawn and there was rust and broken planks and bent nails all over. Run-down gas stations outside of it had fading red paint. There was a single, old-fashioned car that was sitting in the worn parking lot, rusting away. When I found the building, I memorized where it was, then turned around and drove to a car rental service. It was in the same state but still pretty far away. It was also home-run. I told the guy he could have my motorcycle (which was brand-new) if he gave me his oldest, rustiest, and still-working car he had, to keep. It was an obviously unfair deal in his favor so he gave me a perfectly worn down old car. I drove it to the place and parked it outside and it looked natural there. Then I went into the building and looked around. The shelves were empty except for like, two bags of decade-old chips and a soda that was probably so flat and so warm, it wasn’t even soda anymore. Behind what used to be a front desk of sorts, there was a cash register still sitting there, old, yet with parts that still moved. I went to the cash register. I heard a meow and looked down at my feet to see the black cat. I wasn’t surprised to see him there. At the cash register, I typed in a series of numbers: they were a specific code. Then I hit the button you’d normally press to print a receipt, and the drawer popped open. The drawer’s compartments had holes at the bottoms so the coins inside of the drawer could be pushed underneath into other compartments. The coins themselves were almost stuck to the bottom: you could move them around inside the drawer, but couldn’t pick them up out of it. I moved them to form a specific pattern and the floor beneath me popped open to reveal a trapdoor. I went down into a bar that looked like it was from the 60s or 70s, except with LED lights and modern people. The room was rectangular and symmetrical. The doorway into the room was on the center of the back wall, and strips of wood ran around the borders of the room (along the walls) to form pathway-like lines. A line of this pathway wood also ran down the center of the room, leading from the entrance to the bar. This meant that there were two squares of non-wooden flooring made in on either side of the central pathway, with the pathway that borders the room making a rectangle, and the pathway down the middle splitting it into two squares. Inside of the two squares was a dark green carpeted area. They were maybe 11’ by 11’ or bigger, but not too big. There were wooden tables and chairs arranged in both of these areas, and either side was symmetrical. On the walls were regular bar-decorations turned bizarre. There was a dartboard with no darts in the holder; instead there were needles, like medical needles you’d get shots with. They were each filled with differently colored liquids. There was an animal skull hanging near the front wall, behind the bar and to the side a little, except it wasn’t a skull I recognized from anywhere. It looked oddly human except for horns and a super elongated head. There were a few weird paintings as well but the only one I remember is a painting that was actually a hole in the wall. It was of a bunch of abstract shapes and had a simple black frame, and when you moved the shapes seemed to change (because in reality your perspective was changing); when you put yourself at the right position, the shapes aligned to form what looked like a rudimentary snake. The bar itself served modern drinks. When I walked up to it the bartender asked, “what do you want today?” I felt the eyes of everyone in the bar on my back and knew that, if I answered incorrectly— that is, normally— I’d be kicked out. And that was a best-case scenario. The people who told me about this place also gave me the code for this situation though. I said something like, “there are many things I want, and secrecy is but one.” The man seemed satisfied with my answer then told me to have a seat, so I took a seat at the bar. He turned out to be the only ‘employee’ here, as well as the owner of the place. Apparently he didn’t necessarily always get paid in money; just in favors. When he helps out people with problems like mine (that is, people who are usually important enough to need his cover), then once they were out of trouble they’d be able to repay him. It was an unspoken “I’ll owe you” deal. He asked what I was really here for and I said I needed somewhere to stay for a few days, away from the government, until I gathered myself and found a new plan. He didn’t ask any more questions except for, “you’re hiding from the FBI, CIA, or someone else?” I answered truthfully and another guy at the bar, an older guy, said something like “welcome to the club, kid.” Another guy at the bar, this one middle-aged, asked me how I got into trouble this young. I explained that literally all I did was piss off some dad who happened to be really dangerous. They all nod and go back to whatever they’re doing. The bartender serves me a drink which tastes good, though I don’t know what it is. Then he tells me I can stay as long as I need to, with a few rules. One rule is that there’s no trouble or outside fights in his bar. If my mortal enemy walks through the door, unless it’s the government (in which case, everyone was expected to help fight), I wasn’t allowed to so much as flip a table nearby them. Also, ruining furniture and whatnot wasn’t allowed and you’d be forced to pay for it if you did so. Another rule is that you pay for what you take. If you drink his entire stock of beer, you help replace it; if you can’t afford to buy more, then you work until you’ve done enough for it to be considered paid for; or you steal it if it comes down to that. You don’t sleep there without offering work or money. Et cetera. The final rule was no murderers allowed until they’ve proven that they’re not being tracked / leaving evidence / doing anything that would result in the bar’s finding (by the govt) and being taken down. I accepted it all and told him I’d become a pretty decent hacker after being forced to do so for a while (or else literally be found by the FBI and possibly be killed), and that I could offer up something like that. I also said I was willing to do other jobs like break-ins except I wouldn’t do anything that required me to show my face, or anything like that, because I was still being extremely careful of that. The bartender told me that I’d be just fine, and he’d be willing to have as much protection added to his computer in the back as could be added, so I’d do that and be able to sleep and eat and drink here in return. I go to his computer and find that it’s already been heavily secured, but in a million possible ways and even codes; multiple hackers and coders had each added their own protections to it over time. I did a little bit to strengthen some of their codes, and added a bit of my own. Then the man took me farther back behind the bar to a hallway of rooms. One was a community bathroom. He said, the use is limited and if I waste water there’s punishment, or anything of that sort. The room itself was small. There was a singular bed, with plastic-covered sheets and mattresses and stuff that could be easily cleaned of any DNA or evidence I’d assume. There was also a plastic dresser with space for a few items or something. In the room my black cat was waiting. I wasn’t surprised to see him there. My other companions slept under the bed, in the bottom of the wardrobe, and from a rack in the wardrobe. They also somehow found themselves food outside of the bar (and managed to get back inside on their own, too). They next day I woke up early, showered for as little amount of time as I could while still actually cleaning myself, brushed my teeth (with a toothbrush stolen from the run-down store above the bar), and hacked a bit. Then I went out to the bar to eat. There were a few people there, more than when I arrived, because I’d arrived really late. The older guy was still there in his same spot at the bar, the college age kid was gone. There were a few assorted people in the back at a table, they looked tough. There was also a boy younger than me and a girl who looked young but I could tell was maybe my age. The boy was cleaning the bar, bathrooms, and even rooms; the girl was sitting to the far right of the bar, in the little space that was between the bar and the corner of the walls. I was just getting myself a drink when the janitor boy came up to me and introduced himself, and I introduced myself in return. He was bright and bubbly and super energetic, and apparently he was an illegal alien who had made matters worse by getting into a street fight with some big important criminal; that led to an association between the two. A bunch of other things led to him being a wanted criminal like everywhere, so he was staying at the bar for a while, offering a ton of work in return of course. I explained my situation and we talked a bit more and we agreed to kind of help each other out. I knew how to hack and he didn’t, so I could help him out there; I even had a hidden laptop which was like a treasure trove for us. And I had experience in finding hidden and secure places which was useful too. He knew how to handle physical situations like fights, knew how to keep his evidence off places (so I wouldn’t have to worry about that), and knew a lot of people from his time on the streets. One I found a place to hide we’d go together and help each other out. Plus, it’d be nice for us to not be alone. He gave me really strong little-brother vibes. Then the girl (my age?) came over. She had incredibly smooth, satiny skin that literally almost glowed, it was super pale too, and an innocent face. She had wide green eyes and a button nose and small, yet big lips (they were small width wise, big in terms of volume). Her hair was brown and silken and reached just last her shoulders. She looked kind of like an anime girl. She turned out to be my age despite her shortness, small breasts/hips, and innocent face. She explained that her parents had been hugely wanted and now she had been dragged into it too. She and I talked and she explained that she was also special. Then she went to the corner again, I turned around and when I turned back she was the size of a fairy. She didn’t have wings or anything she was just small. She could jump really high, and jumped all around, hovering in midair to meet my face. Her voice was normal though, just hushed, like she was whispering. Nobody else seemed to notice or care. It didn’t seem odd to dream-me either. Then, later, something strange started to happen. She started saying strange things, like that I was like her in a way. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled and I was her size; she pulled me over to the corner of the room. I landed on my butt because I hadn’t been expecting that, we were still holding hands but somehow I didn’t drag her down with me. She turned to face me then crouched down to my height and started saying more strange things, I can’t quite remember. Then she put her fingers down between my legs, which were parted because of how I’d fallen. I was really embarrassed, I was like, “no, we can’t, there’s people here, we’re in public!” etc etc but she had like this Fae-like evil grin on her innocent face which was low-key creepy. She kept going and started to undress me and I wasn’t fighting her at all, but I was still telling her no, we’re in public! and she was whispering lewd things to me which made matters worse because I was worried someone would overhear. Then the dream ended.