A Dream about how I'm Crazy.

I started out with a bunch of my band friends from last year, we were at an outdoor venue having a party or something like that.


In the dream, I appeared the way I sometimes feel. I was a recluse, wrapped up in a big ugly brown coat even though it's nice outside. (Brown coat? Firefly? I wish?)

I didn't talk to anyone, but instead I obsessively drew detailed pictures of the people who were at the gathering.

My friend Liz noticed that I had drawn several pictures of her that were kind of unflattering in a teasing sort of way, and told me I'm weird but funny. It made me happy.


Then I accidentally did something that made her really angry, I don't remember what. But suddenly she didn't find the pictures so humorous anymore, and turned the other band kids into an angry mob which started chasing after me.

I ran away, eventually ending up on a dock with a tower. There were a few younger adults there, who looked like camp counselors or something, and who attempted to help me hide the pictures.

I ended up inside a building, and Liz's parents were there. Usually, Liz's parents love me. But they were turned against me by Liz, and were trying to locate my pictures and burn them. I was freaking out because the drawings were a safety blanket-ish obsession to me, and I couldn't bear to let them go. I was also feeling ashamed and rejected because people who used to love me now hate me.

Before they could get ahold of my pictures, my parents and brother drove up in the family van and rescued me.

The drive home was really long, longer than was realistic. About halfway home, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.

The bathroom was a huge circular room with another large circular pillar in the middle of it. There were hundreds of stalls lining the room and the pillar, and they were only the size of lockers.

Apparently my parents were okay with this, because they got right into their stalls and did their business.

I hunted around for a suitable stall. They were all equally tiny, and there were some... leftovers on the seats and floor. I could not find a clean stall.

Before I could find a decent toilet, I reached into my pocket and found a key. I couldn't figure out what it was for. I assumed it was for something nearby, like hopefully a private bathroom.

Suddenly, a door that was within the circular room opened and my friend Jody walked out.

She said something to me about finally coming home, and I realized that my key was for one of the rooms within the circular room.

Then I found out that the room was a part of a mental hospital, at which I was a patient. My parents had been dropping me off, not stopping for a bathroom break.

That's how the dream ended. Me realizing just how insane I am.