I just had a great dream.
I was browsing an antique store with my mother, I think it was in an area I either hadn't been to before, or hadn't visited in years.
There was plenty of interesting stuff there, the shop had this row of open roller-doors as an entrance, and I think Mum was chatting to the shopkeeper. There was some woman who came in at one point with a child, who she was loudly talking to, and I overheard her describing the city I live in as ugly but nice. She was annoying somehow.
Anyway, after being there a while I was just sortof standing near Mum, and then I saw someone familiar looking come into the shop. It was a girl I'd (sort-of) known back in primary school, I think in grades five and six, who had always been incredibly creative and pretty much an all-round awesome person.
She was wearing a big wide-brimmed sunhat, but despite that I still went over to say hello.
"[HERNAME]? Oh wow, it is you!" I said, and she smiled but didn't seem to recognize me right away.
To be fair it's been about ten years, she hasn't changed a bit, and we were never really close friends to begin with.
Anyway, she made a couple of guesses as to who I might be before giving up, and then she (of course) recognized my name when I told it to her and we started chatting. I noticed my mother snapping photos of this sudden reunion, but somehow I was only mildly embarrassed by it. The girl I was talking to didn't seem to care at all.
Then after a bit, another classmate from primary school showed up with a couple of other people.. I'm guessing she currently knew the other girl or something, perhaps they both lived nearby. I'd known her a bit better back in the day, and so she greeted me with a hug- which pretty much lifted me off the floor, giving how tall she was.
We laughed about that, and then the guy she was with- presumably her boyfriend- introduced himself.
He was covered in (good) tattoos and piercings, was wearing some sort of mutilated baseball jersey, and had a fairly normal, short hairstyle on one side of his head, then a shaved strip followed by a dramatic spike of hair on the other. I liked him immediately. The rest of the group (apart from my old schoolfriend) were also dressed in similar ways, and I think I recognized them as some sort of local clique.
Can't remember just what everyone spoke about, but everyone seemed to get along and it made me very happy.
The heavily-tattooed, wild-looking guys decided that they liked me, and that I needed a nickname- which, according to my tall schoolfriend, was called a "spingbang" in their slang vernacular.
One of them whipped out a phone to assist in creating my new name, which apparently had a "Sping-speak" app of some sort- I guess their group was called Sping or something.
"Little Bro Potato" was a WIP version of my 'spingpang', although they weren't happy with that. Can't remember what it ended up as, nor just why the guy with the phone suggested that to start with.
It was a really, really damn nice dream. Meeting up with those two would be pretty cool. Probably.
Basically it was one of those really pleasant, unlikely dreams that you're sad to see the end of- except I'm still happy, strangely enough.
Now I'm feeling kinda nostalgic, a little sad that I never really became friends with the people who I met in the dream, but somehow it's not enough to stop me feeling happy about it.
Somehow that dream had been shifted into from the weird shit I'd been dreaming of earlier on. At one point I'd been sitting out in the bush watching fireworks with a group of friends, only one of whom I can remember being an IRL friend.
Not sure quite why there were fireworks going off, as we seemed to be pretty much alone out there, but oh well. Maybe they were more distant than they seemed. My friend suddenly decided at one point to just shout at the top of his lungs, holding the note for a good second or two, and then repeating the shout. Apparently just to celebrate how alone we were out there, but the rest of us were a bit annoyed- for my part this was since anyone for miles around would have heard us.
Then later on in this weird-ass dream, seemingly a completely unrelated scene, I was riding along in some sort of van, truck or tour bus with a couple of people who I can't quite remember. I think we were in Hawaii, spirits were high and we were joking about how we'd get beaten up if we tried wearing Hawaiian shirts out in public, since apparently they were only worn by the local criminals.
I have no idea how this merged into the later dream. Perhaps it was separate, although I don't think so.