[09:15] I was riding a foldable e-bike back home from the store. The sun was alternatingly just coming up or had just gone down. The bike's pedals kept getting in the way of the kickstand so I had to keep readjusting stuff. I ended up on the bike trail near Elk Park and there was some kind of political rally nearby. People kept asking me who I was going to vote for, but I kept insisting this was a public thoroughfare and I'm trying to get home. Eventually the crowd thinned out enough that I could continue, but I accidentally rode right into the gymatorium at the community college I went to where there was some kind of folksy trivia game going on (not like Jeopardy!, but more like just a quiz game that you do in school). I thought about leaving, but there was a pretty girl who I wanted to stick around to congratulate on her prizes. I ended up giving up on the bike and driving my car (now a combination SUV/minivan/camper/city bus) back to my hometown. En route back, I stopped at the bus station and explored the bus a little bit. It had become something like a sitdown restaurant from the '90s which I was actively trying to edit in The Sims 4, except I kept complaining about how the selection of windows really sucked. Then, in realspace, a car blasting hip-hop woke me up. Oh well, I should have gotten up way earlier than this.
[08:26] 2 helicopters came to a hover above the carpark and deployed military troops. I grabbed my phone and took a picture that I sent to R along with the message "WERE BEING RAIDED. GOODBYE I LOVE YOU". The troops came into the house and started looking for stuff, but my bedroom door was shut so they said like the stormtroopers in Star Wars, "door's locked, move onto the next one". Eventually they left, but I hushed my roommate up (possibly my mum or friend from high school, their identity kept changing) because i had to make sure that the troops hadn't left any bugs. Checking every room, I found an agent hidden unconvincingly somewhere and showed them all out. Looking out thw back window onto a college campus (not one that exists in realspace) we saw that agents had been stationed there in disguise as statues. We went into the corridor near the courtyard so we could overhear what their intent was when they broke kayfabe and they complained about Mexicans and not being paid anything.
Then, i had to re-assume my masc presenting form so I could pretend to be a mafia goon's attorney.
Something else about having sex in the back of someone's station wagon from the '70s. At this point, I was now the cis woman anthro cat that I drew in my notebook before I went to bed. I don't remember details about this bit though. I do remember making a lot of noise though and falling asleep next to my partner (identity uncertain). Then something about ice cream, boba, and a big box store that I often dream about.
[07:12] I was back at the school where my job at the afterschool programme was, except I was a student-teacher. After class was over, I got an urgent ring from my high school friend, J, who told me that every other school in town may or may not have been completely destroyed by bombs, no one could get any confirmation. The staff didn't want anyone to panic so they hadn't told anyone. I couldn't find my backpack or my phone (not the one I was talking to him over, but my other phone apparently) but I went out to the front carpark anyway until I remembered I hadn't parked there. I asked J if he needed me to pick him up, but he didn't reply because he had hung up and the phone didn't bother telling me this. I wanted to escape, but I needed my backpack and phone, so I looked for them for what seemed like an hour, amidst a throng of kids all doing schoolkid stuff and faculty and janitors doing faculty and janitorial stuff. It was becoming abundantly clear to me that the bomb had something to do with the fascist regime. I had to get to the other carpark on the other side of the building, which required that I go through the mall (the same one I usually dream about, not any mall that exists in realspace). I couldn't remember which door I'd used to come into the building earlier, but I had to go back into the mall because my mum texted me and said the transport wasn't going to come for 3 days and needed a ride home. I went back to get her and said that, since I had come so far back anyway, and it didn't seem like the bomb threat was credible, I may as well go all the way back and get my backpack, phone, and jacket. So, I went back through the mall, which opened onto a segment of middle-American country road. The only way through was to go through this guy's car while he was editing a YouTube video, which startled him but he seemed to accept my explanation of why I had to get into one side of his car and go out the other. Then I had to go through the back service route in a large commercial building, where an annoyed looking 20-something man stopped me in the corridor and insisted upon giving me a powerpoint presentation, simultaneously about why veganism is the only reasonable option and why it is ultimately self-defeating, with the help of his wife, who was basically me with wider hips. I never mentioned that, did I? I was back to masc-presenting in this dream, probably because of the "elementary school" setting. Anyway, the next area was a chaotic industrial-age town in, probably, the 1950s, where a group of metalworkers were trying to kill their boss, who was being played by David Suchet for some reason. Then, the last area I got to was a level crossing I used to drive over a lot, but I had to jump over it. As I was landing, I realised I never brought my purse at all (not my backpack, phone, or jacket anymore), that it was still hooked around the back of the chair at home.
[04:16] I was at home, but home was Nature Preserve Park's activity building. I followed someone up the hill to the elk grazing area so I could make a verbal diary entry on my dictaphone. Back at "home", I looked out the window and saw my neighbours walking out to their car. The most memorable bit of the whole dream was when I turned to my boyfriend (whose face I could see but i don't now recall what he looked like) and kissed him for about 25 seconds. It felt completely real and I had visions of swirling colours and flower gardens as I kissed him.
[16:23] I was wearing a suit that made me not exactly invisible, but too uninteresting to see. I rode along in the back of a Tesla with Donald Trump and one of his aides as he was being shown a new air base or something, listening to AI-generated hard rock from the '70s. I kept freaking out the aide by tapping him on the shoulder because, right, I was so uninteresting I was invisible. He jumped out the sunroof and the car vanished and he shouted at Trump, "go back, just go back, I can't take it anymore! You and the skeletons in your pocket! Go away!" I kept trying to freak Trump out too, but my hand kept passing right through him. Then I was in the cabin of my new car (which actually exists in realspace) and was preparing to drive somewhere. The sky was blue as though the sun were up, but the surroundings were dark as though it were in the evening just after the sun set. I don't remember where I was driving, but it held some emotional importance to me, that's all I remember.
In a separate dream, I was a secret agent (a cute girl in a jumpsuit, like a combination of Link and Samus from Nintendo) who had to collect objective items in a town. I knew the routes of all the guards, shanked the first one with my dagger (which looked a bit like a d'k tagh from Star Trek, only without the switchblade bits) and took his gun which I attached a silencer to. Then, there was some yelling and my companion, a chartered accountant, told me to return to my starting point because a guard was about to find my gear. Then there was a profound series of explosions and the entire town was destroyed by a gas explosion. When I opened the door that the first guard had a key to, I entered my own room at home and turned the light on like nothing just happened. The landlord came by to inspect my bathroom, I tried to protest because I hadn't cleaned up in there yet, but she passed me by and smeared the shower walls with black mould and said, "Get that cleaned up, that'll kill you." I went out to the kitchen to get something to eat, but there was nothing but tins of old vegetables. I found some desserts leftover from some holiday and decided to eat those. My mum was there and asked if I should be eating those and I replied, "yes, otherwise they'll go bad".
[14:45] Bill Nye was at my house and he started complaining about how people don't wear their COVID masks anymore. He started pretending to kick me while complaining about those people in a high, mocking voice. Then he started tackling me. The scene change to a 1950s carwash was interrupted by my phone's notification chime in realspace.