Huh, I was also going to talk about my dream this past night. I don't remember much from the beginning, but I was with other people and I was very comfortable talking to all of them and making jokes. I could always tell what those people were trying to do (even as one of them tried to trick my sister into signing something without reading, though it was nothing particularly harmful).
I wonder if that's who I really am without all the overthinking and anxiety dragging me down or if it's simply because those characters were created by me and thus I was much more likely to connect well with them. Either way, I had a very good time.
After a while I was also fighting some dude who was apparently my friend (more like a fight between friends, not a bar fight) and we became great friends after the fight. Again, that's a sort of relationship I don't have in real life.
Some of my friends met with us shortly after, and I was getting along with them better than in real life as well.
Apparently some guys had been robbing the place, which looking back now was a bit like a college campus. I had left my stuff in a locker and so we were all going to see if my stuff was still there. There were a lot of people on the streets, looking for their stuff in the middle of all the chaos left by that group of people.
We cross the road to get to my locker. One at a time, several cars come speeding down the street so we couldn't really cross it for a bit. That gave me time to see some dangerous people waiting in the place we were going, so after crossing the street we went to the left, going up the street.
It was a long street, with several intersections. I noticed there were groups of 5-6 people in each of the intersections, walking towards that main street. They were all dressed in costumes, every group had the same set of costumes. Basically, there was one guy sorta dressed like a vampire, but all black, then two other dressed as vampires but with a bit or red (specially the collar), and the others I don't remember. No make-up or fangs, just the clothes.
As we walked past one of those, I had car keys in my hand. I heard something about "taking the cake from them, and then they do what we want", so I figured they were going to steal my keys. As the guy in black went for it from behind, I was prepared so I got my hand up and he couldn't steal it. I turned around and said something to him, and then one of the other guys with red colours approached me with small thin metal sticks, round at the edges, in between his fingers. As he got closer to me, I saw those sticks had little needles coming out of them.
Somehow he got me down and my chest was exposed. He stuck those on my chest, but it didn't hurt much. Now they started looking a bit more like syringes and he was actually injecting something in me. He started talking, saying "these contain X milligrams of gasoline" and some other explanations I can't remember. As the liquid in the syringes went all the way down, I started feeling weird and woke up. I woke up feeling like I should learn how to fight and defend myself.
r.i.p cool dude.
