April 2022
Just woke up from this, and it happened in several chunks - four significant parts.
Part One
I was in some sort of forest and I found a tunnel in the ground. It went down diagonally and got thinner and thinner. There was some sort of operatic choir that got louder and more screamy as I went. And when I hit the end, I found some sort of plastic window. There was a child on the other side (who vaguely looked like Julian), below me, pointing at me shouting "There's a man in the ceiling!" and I realized I was behind the fluorescent light panel of his home in the ceiling. The operatic music snuffed out like a candle.
For some reason I think I was Dane Cook?? Because I leaned against this plastic panel and I talked to the child. The horror vibe of this part of the dream faded completely as I became the weird kid's counsellor in his basement ceiling lol.
Then I woke up to pee and went back to bed, where the other parts of the dream manifested.
Part Two
I was in highschool again. I was staying late for some sort of project and had called my mom to let her know that I'd be home late. I must've stayed for repertoire practice or some sort of event, I don't remember anymore. At around 9:38PM, which I saw on the oven, Emily's parents ended up driving me home to some sort of amalgamated house between 8 Hyacinth and 125 Winston Castle.
I found Lao Ye in the kitchen. He lit up seeing me, asked me if I wanted my dinner. I went straight up to him and hugged him tight. Even in the dream I knew he was dead, but the visceral act of hugging him... like, I could smell him, he was the right height, he looked like he did in his 70s instead of 90. He tried to pull away with a laugh at some point to heat up my dinner but I actually grabbed him tighter and told him in Mandarin, "No, not yet, just a bit more."
Part Three
I stepped outside of my house and walked down the street. Somehow I ended up at the facade of a building that looks like my university's library. When I went inside, it turned out to be some sort of ghetto mall with the first store being an art/studio space. When we walked inside, we were very wary. Girly switched in to announce that we have DID and the circle of artists we were trying to befriend stared at us like we were crazy. I think in hindsight she did it to intimidate people, or to let them know we were potentially dangerous so they don't fuck with us.
I stepped into one stall and there was a woman in there waiting for me, a lovely older black auntie who had a little black girl toddler. The auntie asked me if I was ready to take the child home, and when I looked at the little girl I realize she was my daughter (somehow). I had a baby boy in my arms too so I had two children attached to me. I hurried with the children back to where my house was, except this time, it was somehow Cash's house. Cash's mother and sister, Geneva, were waiting for me in one of the bedrooms in a long hallway of sparse white drywall. The rooms were crowded with clothes, furniture, etc. Cash's mother told me yes, I can stay there, I could stay in Cash's room, but I had to figure out how to feed the babies.
We sat for a while in Cash's mom's bedroom with the two children. The little baby boy was cheerful and giggly and burpy. The little toddler girl was a bit withdrawn, but she offered me lots of shy smiles when I stroked her cheek and tidied her hair, which was in little plastic beaded ponytails. She was very attached to me once I took her. I gave her lots of kisses and she called me mommy.
Part Four
Suddenly the same thugs from the mall and art gallery came in, and it was implied that they wanted my children. Girly switched in and grabbed a knife and very much started to stab a table. Everyone hesitated and shifted backwards. That point, Cash's mom decided to take us elsewhere to get rid of the drama.
She took us to the end of the hallway where the way to get to the third floor was a strange series of white chairs and ladders descending from the ceiling. We had to climb up to get to the room, and instantly when we went in, I collapsed on the bed and cried thinking about what I could do. I was debating putting up the little baby boy for adoption, as babies could be adopted easier, and I would keep the toddler because she deserved to be taken care of.
Then I woke up. What a GODDAMN ride!
