I've been prone to night terrors, sleep paralysis, and lucid dreams since I was a child. Not all of them are interesting.
It starts off with going to my mother’s house, which isn’t my mother’s house at all, but might as well be.
She says I’m not welcome home.
There are new dogs there.
I go to the library instead.
There’s a convention happening in there - people and celebrities and rides. I run into Seth Rogen and he pulls me aside to smoke week in a closet (which is interesting because I don’t smoke). Before we even close the door we are caught by Agent Scully from X-Files and we make up excuses before running off to find Pauly D from Jersey Shore.
All of a sudden the convention turns into a concentration camp and one of my friends is there. We narrowly escape with one other person who, strangely, I don’t recognize, and still don’t remember clearly. Out in a field by the library-turned-camp, and she starts smoking weed while me and the other guy just sit there.
The dream ends as I am taken away by officers of the camp and dragged back to its confines.
