I am back in Chicago.Ā
I am walking down a path that looks like itās the bike trail at white rock lake; the foliage is very Dallasesque. I get the desire to run home (itās the day currently) and I begin to run. As I run it gets dark very quickly and the road gets wider and I get scared. I look behind me and thereās a car driving but itās just a guy in a small Forrest management truck and he looks at me a bit confused like āwhatās he running for?ā The truck is reminiscent of the arboretum ones in DTX. Also as the road expanded things started to look like cape cod in terms of foliage. I then see what I think are my cross-streets and I calm down and think Iām almost home.Ā
Flash to inside a Dairy Queen, itās chaotic in there people are screaming and it feels like a doctors office. I get scared very quickly and start frantically looking for ways out. Peopleās faces start to contort and employees seem to do nothing. I run on top of tables and other things in an effort to escape- the contorting faces become more clear. One is an infant with black sludge and caked blood on her face screaming so so loud and then her face twists into an old womanās with lipstick smeared on her face and sheās screaming too. Iām crying at this point. I jump up to another level and employees are just sitting around doing nothing, a line cook puts out family meal and itās quesadillas. I look out the window and realize Iām not even at my cross streets, Iām on seminary.Ā
I then start sprinting through a hall that turns into an apartment. I jump out the window in an effort to escape and break through the glass and fall into a playground. The dream zooms out to an external narration of the red scare subreddit they say things like āthis is the craziest part, he think he got away but he left one of his flip flops there and they mention that this is the apartment complex thatās had break ins latelyā. While this is happening some guy with long hair is blowing leaves and Iām watching him as I lie on the grass hoping he doesnāt notice. Once he walks far enough away I think Iām good to go, and then wait a little longer because better safe than sorry. Things then shift back to normal narration and I run home without realizing my sandal is still the playground. It turns out my street was just across the way and in the dream state I get home without incident and also without seeing that itās me going home.Ā
The dream ends with this red, blue, and yellow flip flop staying on the playground and moving a bit on its own as kids come out to play.Ā