December 14, 2014

My friend and I were playing a game that resembled Portal and our goal was to get to the top of a tower. There would also be boss battles at regular intervals, one of them being a large frog. I remember falling down to the bottom a few times before making enough platforms.

I got out of the restroom and back into a room that had a Mac on a small round table in the middle of an empty, tiled room. My mom came in and asked why I was here. “Is your laptop broken? Do you have a girlfriend?” I answered “no” to both questions but she said “congratulations” anyways. She walked over to the computer and mentioned my dad’s worries over our new house while showing me a site where they had weekly sales on potted plants.

Someone who greatly resembled myself, to the point that I was convinced it was actually me, had committed suicide recently. We were now looking at his online shopping history as to clues for what might have happened. His history was filled with dresses, skirts, and various fabrics. A speech synthesizer was reading out was on the screen. The description to one of the items read “dreams and illusion” to which everyone found some kind of significance in.

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We were in front of an office building and were in the area to wait for something to happen. There was a man holding the hand of a young boy while also holding a gun. “That’s not very appropriate!” an elderly lady sitting at the bench said, to which he responded by pulling a second pistol out of his coat. This man tried to get though the rotating door but couldn’t to which an officer came up and asked what the situation was.

My dad and I walked down an alley into a street in Spain. “Just how many times have we been here now?” I asked. We continued walking until we were across the street from a bus stop and an intersection. On top of the seating area there was an LED sign that displayed the status of all of the bus routes that passed by the stop.

There was some kind of festival going on in the streets which involved a parade and loud music. I asked, “why are there children here?”