Dream #8
there was a compound, most likely a former prison or university with jagged-stone buildings. it looked like it was undergoing some kind of renovation and half of it was still crumbling and the other half had this posh postmodern-utilitarian log cabin motif. i had the distinct feeling that this was the future. there were many people and i was with a girl who i thought was very pretty and i knew her personally but i can't remember her face. there were so many people. it looked like everyone lived there. we were all in a cafeteria talking. we all lived in this compound.
at the cafeteria we were told to leave. a throng of people moved to the coffee shop corner of the cafeteria so they could get a coffee before they left. my creative writing professor was serving drinks and making tip-worthy conversation. i said hello and we talked and he smiled a lot, as usual.
outside there was a main street lined by shops and above them, apartments in moroccan and french architecture. i strolled through it with my friend and suddenly began to feel insane. i could not put words together and i could not think anything correctly. i felt as if i were literally going insane and i could feel all my memories and thoughts melting and pouring into some black hole. i don't remember what happened after this but i managed to feel better. i saw an alley of canopies where other people sold fruit and vegetables. a little further downthere was a farmer's market where middle-classed families haggled for prices. there was a piano shop.
later i went back to the place where i felt crazy and i suddenly heard a noise that i remembered i had heard before the last time i had gone crazy. and then i started feeling crazy again. i looked up at the apartments and there was an old arabic man with a turban sitting on the terrace, looking at me passively. he had made the noise that had made me feel terrible. i knew it. i was with the pretty girl and we left. my brother was very angry and he wanted to fight the old man. instead, we went to the airport and picked up bradford cox.
outside of the cafeteria, there was a great wall covered in ivy overlooking a poorly chalked baseball field. i was with a male friend whose face i can't remember, the pretty girl who i can't remember but who is my friend, and bradford cox. we all started making out in a room overlooking the baseball field. i dry-humped bradford cox and he laughed at me because i forgot he didn't have a vagina. i felt very dumb.
at the cafeteria we were told to leave. a throng of people moved to the coffee shop corner of the cafeteria so they could get a coffee before they left. my creative writing professor was serving drinks and making tip-worthy conversation. i said hello and we talked and he smiled a lot, as usual.
outside there was a main street lined by shops and above them, apartments in moroccan and french architecture. i strolled through it with my friend and suddenly began to feel insane. i could not put words together and i could not think anything correctly. i felt as if i were literally going insane and i could feel all my memories and thoughts melting and pouring into some black hole. i don't remember what happened after this but i managed to feel better. i saw an alley of canopies where other people sold fruit and vegetables. a little further downthere was a farmer's market where middle-classed families haggled for prices. there was a piano shop.
later i went back to the place where i felt crazy and i suddenly heard a noise that i remembered i had heard before the last time i had gone crazy. and then i started feeling crazy again. i looked up at the apartments and there was an old arabic man with a turban sitting on the terrace, looking at me passively. he had made the noise that had made me feel terrible. i knew it. i was with the pretty girl and we left. my brother was very angry and he wanted to fight the old man. instead, we went to the airport and picked up bradford cox.
outside of the cafeteria, there was a great wall covered in ivy overlooking a poorly chalked baseball field. i was with a male friend whose face i can't remember, the pretty girl who i can't remember but who is my friend, and bradford cox. we all started making out in a room overlooking the baseball field. i dry-humped bradford cox and he laughed at me because i forgot he didn't have a vagina. i felt very dumb.
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