Date: 11/6/2017
By pretzeling
The dream began with me and the members of one of my favorite podcasts, The Last Podcast on the Left. We were exploring an abandoned circus arena looking for paranormal activity. All of us were extremely creeped out wandering around the seats, and there seemed to be a horrible wailing coming from the stage. Suddenly a bunch of mini TV screens popped up out of the seats, a technology which had presumably been built in to the arena. The TV screens began to play a video with Jack Skellington in it, illuminating the seats. In the harsh light of the screens, we discovered that many of the seats contained incredibly detailed wax figures meant to resemble audience members, some of which were inexplicably looking over their shoulders in our direction. Somehow we wandered into another area which was fully lit. It was a full scale recreation of the inside of an airplane, again filled with incredibly detailed wax figures. One of the passengers in the back was a deformed woman. She had a shriveled face and no lips, revealing all of her teeth and gums. I realized that I had seen the woman before—in fact, I had BEEN on this plane before, when I was flying back from college. Back then, I remember seeing what looked like a news camera crew at the front of the plane. I now realized that they were taking pictures of us to recreate us as wax figures. Sure enough, I was able to find myself, accurate all the way down to the clothing. We made our way to the cockpit, and the pilots turned around and started yelling at us to get out. — — — Now I was with Hagrid, who was also my dad and driving me to where he worked, at a Cartoon Network studio. We got there and he asked me a question but I couldn’t understand it. I think he was asking something about how he looked in the fur coat he was wearing. I ran away from him and wandered into a dark neighborhood. I walked by a clothesline and began to pin letters to it, forming a sentence, but got bored and walked away. In the neighboring house, a dog began to bark viciously at me. I ran down to a highway and found a little bulldog with a tennis ball in its mouth. I knew I needed to find his owner. And then I woke up.