Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/25/2022
By arrisonk
There was some event going on with costumes and lots of people in a large venue that may have been some kind of theater. Whatever had been going on was recently ended and people were everywhere. I was out on a patio with Randee M and several other people. On this patio were chairs and string lights. It looked out on some vista...maybe the ocean but it was too dark to tell. I asked Randee something about either getting back to our lodging or where someone was. She handed me a phone, which I put to my ear. A stern woman was on the line, scolding me about some kind of absence, either of a person or place. I gave the phone back to Randee who looked very disturbed. Two people she knew came up to us. One was a tall, skinny guy with glasses and a cowboy hat, dressed in leather. He had a very domineering personality and I did not trust him. He asked me if I had heard about a man who had gotten shot and killed. (I *think* he said the man's name was Chris.) I told him I had not heard of this man getting shot. He then presented a cake to me, with a photograph of a blonde drag queen arranged in the icing. He told me this was the man who was shot and killed. I felt fear from this and suspected this man was going to kill me. Everyone began departing to return to our lodging. I told Randee that I was worried about the man with the cake. She agreed and also acknowledged her own concern with the woman on the phone. I moved in the direction of the people, back inside this theater or whatever. Lots of costumes. Lots of drag and pride stuff. Also lots of small children running around and getting in my way while their parents looked on without assistance. Notably was a human version of Chris from Family Guy, wearing a black beehive wig and leathers, sitting by a door. I moved through the crowd until I saw Josh L, in some kind of costume that looked like royal garb. I could not reach him, but followed him to our lodge. Inside the lodge seemed quiet and empty. I walked through the front to the back, where Josh was out of costume and snorting lines off a wooden picnic table. Looming above him was a man who looked like the guy with the cake, except he was more casually dressed in shorts and a tshirt with a red trucker's cap. When they looked at me, I pretended not to have seen the cocaine and informed them I was looking for a bathroom. Then I woke up