Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/27/2019
By amandalyle
I had been invited to a friends birthday party (Kai) It was an outdoors gathering including a bbq and Fire pit. Nothing too out there... so I thought. On the way to the party, my husband and I stopped off at the shop to get some Bbq bits and some cigarettes... but there was piss all in this shop. It was like they had gone completely bankrupt or something. “Have you got any bacon?” I asked the man at the desk. “Yes,” the man replied. “How much?” I asked. “£15 a slice!” He answered. £15 for a slice of bacon?! Fuck that, I thought and off I went. When we got to the party, it was already in full swing. Kai greeted us, thanked us for coming and told us to grab a seat. There weren’t many chairs around, so we just sat on the floor. We were watching these crazy breakdancers who were providing great entertainment ... mainly because they were so horrendously bad. One of the guys started beatboxing to Eminem and I cringed a little inside. I walked over to a quiet bench and joined these two girls. One was slim and pretty, the other I knew from school (Jo) and kept ranting on about how fat her arse had gotten. We decided to mix things up and smoke from what appeared to be a tiny bong. The pretty girl kept pouring shots into it and I began to feel pretty spacey. We then ran through the streets holding hands. Jo ran ahead and was now wearing nothing but a pair of big white granny pants and a vest. She had what looked like skid marks on her pants 🤢... so we decided to lose her in the crowd. The rest of the night was a blur but, come morning, there was video evidence that the night took a weird turn. One of the videos featured me half naked, climbing out of a bath and then sliding along the floor on my stomach like some slippery eel. “Oh god!” I said, “I don’t remember any of this!” After viewing the mortifying videos I was feeling really ashamed, so I ended up licking the backs of acid tabs and getting really high. I then realised the time and that I had to pick my daughter up, but by the time I got to school it was rush hour and I couldn’t see her anywhere. I was desperate for the toilets, so I stood in the queue. Whilst I was there, there was a teacher performing some kind of experiment that went wrong and there was an explosion which had resulted in me burning my arm. “You’d better wash your hands!” This bystander said to me. “I’m going to.” I replied. I had to go into a toilet cube with another lady who had burnt her arm too. We were washing it with anti bacterial soap. On my way back out, I noticed a large group of people crowding around some old lady that had passed out on a wall. I walked on, minding my own business. I needed to find my daughter. I eventually found her but she was with a large group of friends and it was like I was completely invisible. They pretty much walked right past me. It looked as though they were some part of a protest. I stood out of their way and felt sad.