Dream: walking on ocean drive
Another storytime of a dream I had, this wasn’t last night but I found it in my drafts, it’s silly and all over the place but I jot down my dreams here so… here’s one of them, and if you wanna try and analyze, go ahead.
A long part of my dream was spent walking on Ocean Drive, no cane, and in a lot of pain. Even in the dream I didn’t understand why I attempted something like that, my pain levels were rising and my legs were spaghetti, I was losing my breath and my heart was racing.
It seemed to be a VidCon in Miami Beach? So lots of people were here.
The beginning of the dream is a little blurred but I recall walking in between buildings (as opposed to parallel to the ocean) and finding someone that would walk with me.. my friend W. I could grab his arm and lean on him a little bit. I also ran into my old friend E, I was walking with a small group now.
I got the idea to head towards a hotel where my parents had a “long term room but I didn’t have the key, I’d text my brother for the room number and my dad’s payment and they should let us in”
On the way, there were picnic tables and Kat B. was sitting at one of them. She wasn’t wearing glasses so she asked me to identify myself when I approached, Kristian B. was there as well.
We keep passing by hotels and the boys think its the destination to find that they are wrong.
Finally, we get to the hotel and it looks like Tower of Terror in the outside. We get in an elevator and the person running it looks nervous, he takes us up and opens the door on the floor and then pulled the lever to drop us, it’s really weird because the elevator doesn’t go all the way and I have half my body clinging onto the hallway but apparently it was some kind of Illusion and everyone was fine it was just some kind of test.
Eventually I end up on a hallway floor asking my brother which one is the proper room he gives me the number; the doors open to walk inside and the boys make themselves at home but I look around and there’s so much stuff indicating this is obviously not my room. The boys convince me to just take a rest because I deserved it. So we relax in the room, even get under the covers of the bed this was early in the morning so it was before the room service would come to clean the room. It turns out that my good friend E. was in a romantic relationship with my other guy friend and I recall thinking, “yeah that works a lot better than him and I would.”
Then the actual owners come to the room which is a group of young men that I would describe like a group of jocks from a 90s movie and they got really mad I was so embarrassed and I offered to wash the linen myself. There was some kind of weird chase scene throughout the hotel, I found myself hiding in other stranger’s rooms.
Can’t remember the rest at the moment
