Boat, blizzard, monsters

Date: 3/4/2019

I was at home and there was a blizzard. For whatever reason people were driving into our living room to take shelter. A cycle of people would drive in for a while and leave. I remember seeing a skinny guy in there in a beat up pickup with sunglasses and a class ring. My family decided we would escape the blizzard and go to a ski resort / water park. My mom told me to get ready, and my brother told me everything we would need to pack m. I started embarrassing my mom by proclaiming loudly how I was afraid that some of these people coming the into our house for shelter might steal my stuff. I wanted to go downstairs to hide my laptop, cash and other valuables. I also wanted to get a life vest from the boat outside. Yes... a boat. As I walked to my basement, the stairs morphed into a huge set of outdoor stairs leading down to a dock. A boat service for tourists operated from this dock. I boarded the boat and attempted to find a life vest. This was a frustrating experience, the boat was a maze of stairs and tight spaces. I got to a bar area where a rock band was playing. They said “This next song is devoted to alimony and how life means nothing!” Finally I found a life vest my size and returned to the bar area to sit down. I texted my mom to see if I needed a life vest. Once I knew, I could go hide my stuff. I was having trouble typing and my texts looked like: “life vedt” “life vest? do” “do i need hte lfid vest?” I got sick of waiting and started eating the life vest, tearing off strips of it. It wasn’t half bad to eat. I then went on top of the boat and it started careening out of control. Water flooded everything and I jumped to start swimming for the docks. Suddenly I was able to see the world from above like a Sims game and see who had gotten into a relationship with whom. What’s more, I was a monster creature who had just hooked up with a Frankenstein. My mom was a fish monster. I started walking back upstairs with my Frankenstein boyfriend and decided I should visit our monster parents. The walls along the staircase turned into crypt walls with rows of names and slide-out stone panels, like a morgue, that stretched up to the sky. It was dark. I found the door to my fish-monster mom’s crypt but I couldn’t see inside it was so dark. She said, “Your boyfriend is a newfangled sort of monster. He isn’t old and ancient like the sea, as I am. So I will not appear to you and you will not enter my house.”