I had a dream that felt very much like a paranoid delusion or conspiracy in some ways.
I was in my old apartment that I lived in a few years ago, and I was doing paper work and talking to myself (as I always do in real life). Suddenly, I got a very uneasy and disturbingly paranoid feeling that my TV and blu-ray player were working together to spy on me, and that they were sending signals to unknown intelligences.
Feeling guilty, anxious, and scared, I left my apartment. It was cold and snowing outside, and I got in my silver 1998 Olds 88 (a car I owned a decade ago). I wanted to go to the gym, where I hoped I would feel safe.
The roads were icy, and I slid all over the place. Along the way, there were random people watching and taking video of me, making me more anxious. As I drove, I noticed I was almost out of gas, and I also heard voices on the radio who were obviously talking about my every movements, which also increased my stress.
I made it to Georgetown Square, the shopping center where my gym is. I pulled into a corner gas station, but it was crowded with vehicles and people walking everywhere, all watching me. I almost slid into a gas pump, but stopped in time.
I got out of my Olds, and left it running as I went inside to pre-pay for gas. I got $27 worth, and when I went back out, I found that my car was no longer at the pump. Stressed, I shouted cuss words. Then, I found my car behind the gas station, and moved it back to the pump and filled up. As I did so, I observed people staring at me, so I stared back.
Before I got back in my car, I also noticed a trail of Reese's cups and Kit-Kat bars. Hungry and vulnerable, I locked my car and my gullible ass started following the candybar trail. As I did so, I pocketed the candy.
The trail led me across the street into the shopping area, and ultimately led me to where the gym was supposed to be. When I made it there, I found that the gym was now a book store. Inside was Reese Witherspoon, and she was reading a book about raptors to a group of girls.
Confused AF, I went back outside to look for the gym. Next door to the book store was a Barbie shop. I went inside to ask for help, and found the store full of various Barbie and Ken dolls, and I found Margot Robbie sitting at the counter.
When I asked if she knew where the gym was, she told me that it had been taken over by a bunch of toxic Barbies and Kens that she had thrown out and that it had been turned into a bookstore as a way to work with the FBI and local police in order to entrap predators.
Frustrated and pissed off, I went back into the bookstore, where Reese was still reading to the group of girls. Trying not to distract them, I snuck around the group toward the back of the store. As I did so, I noticed Reese was chained to a bookshelf, and when she caught me looking her way, she beckoned for me to come over to her.
I did so, and she hugged me and whispered in my ear that I was in danger and was told to me that the gym could be found in the back room, where I could free Kat with the candy bars I collected.
So like a gullible idiot, I went to the back room anyway, which had a SWAT team waiting there for me. Aggressively, they arrested me, explaining that I had been under surveillance for a while, and that I was guilty of being a trafficer of underage girls, that I was a danger to the general public because of my anger and driving habits. They confiscated my candy bars as "evidence", and locked me in a cell in the back room.
Rumor has it I'm still locked in there to this day - anxious, angry, scared and guilty.
Then I woke up. THE END.