Last night was a goddamn circus of madness.
In the beginning, I was at a rather cool sort of community center, in their computer lab area, screwing around. This family of strangers comes in and sits down around the table with me and start talking to me like I'm part of this family. So I just play along and then go play with "my" little sister, 10-12 year old kid. Played a board game, don't remember what. Everybody else leaves except me and the little sister because we're distracted. We eventually realize we'd been left behind so we walk outside and get in a van with some other stranger. This guy drives us off to some construction site off the side of the highway and dumps us there, goes back into town. Since we've got nothing to do and there's nobody else there with us, we just wander around and admire the foundation pits being dug, toss some rocks about. Eventually the guy in the van comes back and hauls us off somewhere else, out in the middle of the woods and dumps us there with my (real) father. So we decide to go for a walk down the trail and run into a moose. The moose starts stalking us as we traverse this marsh on the edge of a lake, and at some point I and my father split up, the kid going with me. The moose follows me, until I get to the visitor center of the wildlife park we are apparently in.
My father is nowhere to be found, but my mother and brother are there. The kid also vanished at this point. We all drive out to the grocery store, we do our shopping, and as we're preparing to check out we run into that family from the community center. The little girl is with her again, so I guess the moose didn't eat her. We all sit down to have a picnic at these old, wooden, green-painted picnic tables right next to the checkout lines and everybody talks and pretends we're all part of the same family. After eating all our groceries, we leave without paying.
Driving home, with our dogs in the car now for some reason, we stopped at some old man's farm in the middle of the night and decided to let out dogs out to play and take pictures of the mountains nearby. This farmer is asleep, obviously, so we're all trying to be quiet and avoid waking him up while I walk down the path he has going between his fields to take some pictures. I crested a ridgeline and on the other side is an exceptionally steep slope. I descend the slope, suddenly it's high noon, and so I take pictures from the bottom, then start half-crawling my way back up. My mother and brother appear over the ridgeline acting like I'd been gone for hours, when despite the fact that it was night when we parked and now it's noon, I felt like I'd only been walking for five minutes, and I was only ~150 yards from the house. By the time we all get back to the top of the slope, it is dusk again. I can see the brake lights on the car flash once, but when we get there, after I trip over some miniature grape vines, the car is empty. Nobody has gotten into or out of the car in this time, but it is the middle of the night again. We drive off and continue down the highway, my brother driving, when we enter a very tiny town.
My brother simply rams the car through the side of a building into a garage, some sort of automotive store and repair shop. No idea what the hell he was thinking. The only man present at the store is flipping his shit, because the crash caused a fire to break out in the store section (strangely the garage is okay, but a big goddamn mess.) So being perfectly sensible people we start picking up the mess we made while he's beating the flames down with a shop rag. This takes some time, and then after we were all done taking care of that crisis, I back the car out of the garage and then go give the poor bastard his fire extinguisher. This fire extinguisher is the size of a shop vacuum, a short, wide cylinder, some 100lbs. He asks me why the fuck we had his fire extinguisher in the garage when the store was on fire, not the garage. I tell him it was in there when we found it, which was after backing the car out of the hole in the wall. He just tells us to get lost, so we just drive off.
After getting home my mom goes to pick up dad or something. My sister in law is there at the cabin, and we decide we need to move to Seattle, because that's where our parents just went, and bought a new house there. Since we have no vehicle available, we just decide to take the cats and dogs and start walking. We catch a train and ride across 3/4 of Washington state, but have to walk the rest of the way on foot. And now, dream logic dictates that we must not be seen, because we'd be arrested for something or other. So we follow the railroad tracks intermittently until we come up to a building complex adjacent to a river, which we have to walk through. The dude at the front office keeps trying to sell us a boat. I pull a gun out of nowhere and tell him to fuck off, which he does. (WTF brain?) We continue through the rest of the complex, saying hi to folks, until we get to the opposite end where there's a gated off parking area. some worker there orders us to get out because the parking area is restricted, and we do, but we left two of the dogs and all of the cats behind! So I have to sneak back in and try to find them. I fail to find any of them except my one kittie, the one that followed me home on Halloween a couple years ago.
She continues to follow us and the remaining two dogs, and we just assume that the other pets will catch up or something. So we continue on our way and run across a McDonalds, between the freeway and railroad, and order some food there. I have no U.S. currency, only Mexican pesos (!?) The cashier takes the money anyway and we leave. After that we run into a sewage processing plant, and we have to navigate through the plant in order to continue because the railroad terminates there, we aren't welcome on the freeway off to our right, and on the left there is a river again. So first I take a catwalk that traverses one of the water treatment tanks. I stop in the middle when I notice something in the water. No, it's not a turd. It's a fucking hippopotamus. I look around, and suddenly there are hippos everywhere. We backtrack and decide to walk around the ponds along a slope, but as we're walking across the slope a big hippo bull waddles out of the water, up the slope, and parks his ass right in front of us. We try to go around, but it headbutts me repeatedly. We have to go all the way up to the treeline, right next to the freeway, in order to get away from this fucking hippo. After escaping the hippo, we finish the trip to Seattle. Never actually make it to the appartment, though.
TL;DR: Me and my family faff about, steal things, break things, lose our pets, and I get headbutted by a hippo. Was one hell of a dream.
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