DATE: October 11, 2025

We were in a decently heavy December winter, but not quite snowed in. I was returning home from university with my family, and we had all stopped at a gas station. The lights in there were very bright and very white. It is about 8pm, but it is so dark out that it seemed really deep into the night. My dad gets around my ear and sort of whispers to me that the cashier lady he hired to have sex with me. The cashier lady was a girl from my Spanish class. I was like "oh my god you really should not do that" in both a flattered and genuinely worried way. When it gets my turn to check out I have a drink and maybe a candy bar and she is like "step outside with me". We get in her car, it was a black sedan, nothing fancy. She takes me a on a ride through some turns around the interstate. We pass by some places I recognise from the drive home, but she is taking a weird route. I was really confused in my mind, why she wasn't following I-270, but I trusted she knew how to drive through here. Turns out she was just getting to a place sort of in front of the gas station, the roads were just peculiar. She parked and she kept getting me to follow her to a special place. We were outside a playground and she and I laid down on our backs at a specific place. She explained to me that the exact particular spot we were in was in the perfect place so that nobody, at least nobody important, could see us. By now, the weather is only a little cold. Vibes wise it was still winter, but we were just in jeans at t-shirts, maybe she had a long-sleeve on. She explained to me a little more the spot, when I saw from the corner of an eye a two-person news team that was wandering around and saw us from about 750 foot away. They came up toward us and I tried to say something. The dream cut to them standing right next to us but never looking down, like NPCs in a poorly developed game. They explained they didn't want any trouble, and we told them to get lost. We had some privacy and we maybe wiggled around each other some but nothing ever happed. I noted that we didn't have a condom, and she told me to just go up to that same gas station and get one. I was half-nude, and I really didn't want to either go back to that place I had just been or buy a condom in the presence of my father so we decided to sleep, around 10. Until 12, I dreamed. Everything was yellow, and me and her were outlined in black, almost like a cartoon or the title screen for Metal Gear Solid 3, but if the camoflage didn't change colors, it was only a yellow color. We moved around each other, but still it was just more of an interpretive dance. I woke up at 12. We talked a little. We went back to sleep. The dream changed.

My family and I were at this big fancy tech event. It was something like CES or maybe NAMM but with music swapped. I don't remember details. I remember lots of cool nondescript technology, and I remember something my dad did. He was messing with this robot and something went wrong. A plastic something fell off and comically flew to hit the CEO of Nvidia lightly on the head while he was giving a talk. He gave a sort-of dissapointed look, and pointed to a cardboard cutout of that little AI chibi version of himself, that was also giving a dissapointed look. I think the dream changed now because we had to see ourselves out.

We (my family and I still) became on a beach. The tide shifted dramatically but for the whole time we were there it was mostly low. What sand had been under the low tide formed this beautiful pattern and texture that looked like when a stone has a conchoidal fracture (the type like obsidian has, I had to look this up). Because of the way the sand was structured, it also refracted lots of pretty colors of the rainbows. The water would wash over it and dissolve this structure, but only on the part of the sand closest to the water. It also kept being slippery on us, so I found out I could slide on my belly and army crawl to get over while the sand was slick. At one point it had got back to regular sand and someone looked at me funny. They knew my technique, but then they also knew this is the part where I could stand up. On the other side of the beach from where we started was a choir split in two. The big part had exclusively alto-soprano parts, and were standing on water risers. The smaller, or more off-to-the-side part mainly had alto-soprano singers but some tenor-bass voices were present, and they sat on the sand. Through the microphones and speakers you could hear no bass, and the sound was kind of loud and abbrasive, but not unmusical. They were singing in Portuguese. I tried to join in singing.

The dream changed again, back to winter (or maybe the beach was just in the south pole). We approached this massive and fancy building that I am 100% sure has appeared in a previous dream of mine, I just don't think I documented it. We were mainly there to hear a chamber orchestra play, but really the only parts the dream showed was us trying to navigate the tight halls in our big winter clothes. In the morning we left from there into a parking lot like it was a Walmart. There was a lineup of an upright bass and two guitars completely unattended sitting by chairs. One had a piece of paper taped to it reading "PLAY ME" or something more in big letters. I was incredibly temped, but I knew we had to get going. This guy who was coincidentally next to us and also looked exactly like Murr from Impractical Jokers told me that it was a total trap, and that as soon as I laid a finger on those instruments they could sue me for messing with their property, and that was their whole game, just to extort money. It made me more tempted to mess with them. That principal of humans always wanting something more when they know they can't get it.