Last night's dream was like a full-on movie. Tl;dr my friend and I went on a quest to rescue a mythical creature. I started out in a pub on a dark, rainy street, feeling really depressed for some reason, but my friend appeared with two strangers and showed me a bunch of maps + travel equipment. They explained that something (I can't remember the exact creature) was in danger and we needed to bring it back home. I specifically remember asking "holy shit is this real?" and my friend winked at me and said "oh, yeah" kek. We teleported into a hot air balloon-slash-airship, high in the sky during a beautiful sunset. We were chatting and working on the ropes, but then, out of nowhere, she made a deeply hurtful comment about me while we were talking about the bees on our ship. There were bees EVERYWHERE btw, in the dream it just felt normal, as if they were supposed to be there. So I lectured her about the heinous insult and went off to sulk because I felt very upset. My friend didn't seem to think it was a big deal, which made things even worse.
We teleported back on the ground and gained two faceless party members who were like "we know three guys who have POWERS! They can help us!" And it turned out to be three middle-aged men who were in a band, but could also shapeshift into different creatures. Our party sat down at a table in this dingy bar full of grey fog and, once again, bees. The vibe was awkward because of what had happened between my friend and I. I could tell she wanted to apologise but felt embarrassed doing it in front of the new people, so I told her it was okay and we made up. Then the three bandmates finally came over to us, explaining that they were
very busy and famous and couldn't stay for long. The dream briefly put me in one of the men's POV as it flashed back to the past, showing how they got our invitation as they greeted a line of adoring fans. Everyone knew they could shapeshift, it was like their gimmick. Once I went back to being me, the story changed: we didn't have maps anymore, we needed to unlock some random broken phone that we'd found, and then we could find the mythical creature. One of the men tried to crack the password, but I noticed he kept two fingers on the screen instead of just one. He was obviously fucking up the sensor.
FOR SOME REASON, my dream self decided that the best way to solve this problem was to reach over and seductively caress his hand. Specifically the hand with a wedding ring o
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