I was very drunk (odd since I don't drink) and stumbling around in a daze down some city block. Didn't know where I was, why I was there, or where I was going, but it was noisy and super busy. Weird.
Idk why, but my dreams last night were about death. My own and someone else’s. Everything else around those two events was just nonsense crap (apart from me sobbing a lot), but the part about death (unsurprisingly) stuck out to me.
I had a very odd dream last night (when I could actually sleep, lol) where I was being terrorized by these freakish things (I don't even know what they were) as I was trying to escape a house. The more I tried to leave, the more convoluted the house's layout became. Felt like the dream went on...