>details are a bit fuzzy and events might be arranged incorrectly
A family lived on a ranch.
And the shooting was good.
The living was good.
Until it was not.
A nearby rancher led his bulls by, and the family's bull kept jumping the fence to join his.
It was as if the whole ranch would be trampled.
At some point in the dream I recognized that the events were described in music.
As I pondered this, the voice on the radio repeated, "I'm Satan, I'm Satan, I'm Satan".

A guy in a truck bumped into a house, and the guy in the house asked, "you bump into someone?". The guy in the truck started sarcastically yelling (implying that of course houses can't drive). Then the house drove away.

I visited the family and I began to cry to myself, so I hurried to take a shower to hide my shame before meeting them.

The Malcolm in the middle kids were running some scam, pretending that they were digging for treasure, but instead were, I'm not really sure. Then one of them (he may not be one of the kids) went, "oh wait. I left the campfire going over at (...). I started the wild fire. Oops! Well, it's time to go!"

At some point in the dream I started praying for forgiveness for how I am at festivals.

>>936802959 (OP)

>>936805003
The guy singing on the radio that he's Satan sounds like some satanic panic stuff.
But boy oh boy, it is psyop city matrix shit.
All you gotta do is drink some beers and talk shit on 4chan. Then you get tinnitus. Now that's what I call science!

Ayyyy lmao