This one started, and I was at a traffic light, somewhere in the Seattle area.
I was drunk. and I was riding a motorcycle. So the light changed and I thought it as my light, but it was cross traffic, so I started to go but I realized so I stopped.
So then my light did change, people were turning into it from the other lane so I couldn't go.
So I rode up onto the side walk and passed them all, and was talking shit.
And then when we got to the top of the hill I put my motorcycle in my back pack somehow, and we were stopped. And I was talking about how they were shitty drivers and then they were talking about how I was irresponsble, and then I said something about me being drunk, and someone said they were gonna call the police.
So we ended up being stuck in this mansion. with those same people, and none of them liked me. and after a while I started packing my hoodie and hat and jacket into my packpack.
I heard a siren and looked out the window, and the whole building was surrounded, but now this mansion was right next to RHS because they were on the edge of the field. So I started packing up faster, to change my appearence if they got a description.
Out side there was a thunderstorm and meteors were falling. So I ran outside to try to get away and some people were getting forced off the terraces by the wind and falling about 40 feet to the next one, breaking bones.
For some reason, in my dream, at this point, there were like health bars, and the "camera/perspective" was switched to them instead of me.
So I ran back in because I couldn't get out and I went to the kitchen becasue no one was there.
The kitchen was like my kitchen from my fairwood house. which is weird. I was standing next to a small counter with my backpack on the floor, and there was a microwave on the counter.
and then the owner of the house saw me and ask me to get her a cup, cuz she was shaking a lot. She was scared for some reason. So I got her a cup but she just set it down and her hands were shaking hella. so I came over and gently grabbed her hands and tried to calm her down. I was about to tell her why I was even drunk in the first place, t try to console her..
(I think all the dreams were the same dream, just with gaps, because in this dream I already knew the police were after me for the thing I got framed for and I was telling my self I was stupid for drinking. Because that would get their attention.)