My buddy hated his brother, and he didn't like his music. He asked me, "yo is it gonna be ok between you and him?", I was like "yeah for sure". Then he replied, "what did he do to him? The cops aren't gonna come or anything, right?" I just stood there silently cause I had no idea what he was talking about and I may have never met his brother. I got the impression they were tired of me asking for smokes and hits of weed and drinks, and when I asked my other friend for a drink, he bought me a foul fishy smelling concoction. Then my brother took a hit of something that his dad told him not to do and I said, "you guys should check out therapy. It's filled with grown men who have trauma from their dads". As I said it a Chinese dragon with Yoshi's head weaves through the walls like it was using a portal gun.
Then we were outside. On the balcony I wanted to snack, but the sock animals propped up in the window were too precious looking for me to eat. My first friend started asking me something, like he was searching for a number, but I couldn't understand. He yelled that there are 9 numbers between 1 and 10 so I yell back, "do you want me to find 10?". He said, thanks anon. Then started talking to a dude and a chick in a car. The dude drove off with loud music, but took effort to not splash me from the puddle of water in the parking lot. It was raining. In the distance there was much lightning. We get to the top of the apartment floors and a song starts playing about the stairway that is way too small and how the handrail wobbles and we squeeze through this every night. I squeezed through the flight of steps, felt the wobbly hand rail, then came to the third flight of stairs

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The stairs were wrong, like upside down. I said that I'm going down them from the other side, which took me up. My friends went down the wrong stairs. I was now on the underside of a circular elevator in a fantasy-like library. I held on underneath and like a monkey did hand signs that I was listening and looking, while my friend on the lift called and looked for me. He slammed on the ascend button like he wanted to frighten me and smash me, then descended with the same speed. He held a bible and It opened up and he held it to my face and asked what I could see. The top of the Bible mentioned king. And in my sleep paralysis I whispered out, "the king is back. Help me"

Reposting cause I'm a rebel, and these dreams are weird as fuck, boy. 2.5 years since that madhouse psychosis mind control and the dreams are still bussin

Giving me tinnitus and making faces n sheeit. Thinking the gaslighting is stronger than it is.
Boy, you must be outside your mind!