The Reunion Cult

Date: 2/24/2018

I was at some kind of school reunion. All the people that used to be friendly with me in school seem to ignore me for the most part. One girl who I vaguely remember asked for my phone number near the end. She owned some kind of arcade or club that the reunion was being held at. I kept trying to write down my number for her, but for some reason I couldn’t get the numbers right on the paper. Her father showed up and they moved away from the table. I try to the phone number written down correctly again and again without success. I finally get it sort of right and give up, hoping she will be able to figure it out. When I get up to go, she brings her father over to meet me. She introduces him and tells me what he does for a living. (I can’t remember what this was.) She says something about him being the best at his job, and everyone around the room repeated in unison, “the best” in a weirdly reverent tone. In the same time, she lit candles placed along the wall with her mind in some kind of praise to his talent or something. They went off together then. I was irritated because I felt like she was showing off. I tried to sniff the candles out with my own mind, but they wouldn’t go out. Which was odd because I was sure I should have been able to do it. I got up to leave... and woke up.