I woke up this morning with a feeling of relief at the fact that I was in my own bed, but I was confused because of the dream that seconds ago seemed so real...
From what I remember, I was in England with some friends, and being American we wantd to go to the mall and see the sites as well as the English girls.
We take a bus to the mall from my Aunt's house, who actually lives in England which is why this dream most likely took place there, and arrive there during the day. No problems... Apparently we had been there for quite some time, because by the time it was time to go, it was already dark. I'm not sure how many minutes or hours had passed, but it seemed like it got dark really quick.
As it started getting later in the evening, I realized that I was seperated from my friends. I had to get back to my Aunts house though, so I jumped on the bus behind a really cute girl.
As the bus takes off, I'm thinking to myself...thank God I made it. It's about 11 pm according to the clock on the bus, and I realize that if I hadn't gotten on this bus then I would have been stuck at the mall all night.
About two minutes pass, and we are taking these weird turns down the backstreets of England, and for some reason (besides the fact that I don't live there) I don't recognize any of the buildings we are passing. I look up at the front of the bus, and to my dismay I realize I have gotten on the wrong bus. I pull the emergency stop line, and run up to the front of the bus. I don't remember what I said to the bus driver, but it involved me being on the wrong bus and needing to get off.
I also remember leaving something like a bad or some food on the bus, and I was contemplating going and grabbing it before I got off the bus, but I decided not to hold the bus and its passengers up any longer because they were getting irritated.
As I started walking alone in England, I seemed to be in some dark neighborhood that reminded me of a neighborhood in urban America. It was dark, the street lights were orange and there weren't that many they didn't really help anyways.
I got to the end of the first street I was on, and as soon as I turned right I saw a big dog coming my way. The dog at first looked like it had cloudy eyes. I tried to keep walking thinking the dog would leave me alone, but it came right up to me and tried to attack me. I remember punching the dog as hard as I could in the face, similar to the way your character can fight back against a dog in call of duty...I know, weird.
This little fight lasts about 30 seconds, and then all the sudden I see someone walking up from behind the dog. The dog leaves me alone, and I ask the guy, "Do you know where..." Asking him if he knows the route for me to get home.
I can't remember what he said, but somehow I ended up following the guy back to his house to get my barrings, and to smoke a little herb. I somehow managed to have a joint rolled up in my pocket.
As we were sitting at his place, all I kept thinking to myself was I hope this dude just hurries up and takes me home. I had no idea where I was, and it was really late. Turns out the guy is younger than me, and is just hanging out with a friend of his. The two seemed like shady characters though, so I remember having my guard up and ready for anything to happen. I don't remember why we were just sitting at the kids house smoking, but about 3 minutes after we had been at this dudes house his parents show up while we are smoking pot. Immediately I think to myself, "This is not a good first impression," so I stand up and walk to his parents to shake their hands.
I then ask his father if he knows where the place is that I am trying to go. He tells me I'm about 30 minutes away, and then tells me I can look in the yellow pages for the address so that his son wont get lost when he takes me home.
I remember going into the kitchen to get the yellow pages, and when I came back out the dude and his friend were gone...I checked his room, the room across from his, and another room which was down the hall to the right of his. I was confused and a little frustrated. Why was I in this place?
About two minutes pass, and the dudes parents have gone to bed now, so it's just me in this house in the middle of England. 30 more seconds pass, and then the dude shows up in the room across from his, as if he had climbed in through the window.
Keep in mind, the entire time I am dreaming I keep thinking to myself, it's late...I really can't fall alseep though....don't fall asleep.
I then remember slowly opening my eyes and realizing that I was right in my own bed in good ol USA. This was a weird experience...and I thought I should write about it so I can share it with others who also might have some weird dreams...
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