I am back in Chicago.
I am walking down a path that looks like it’s the bike trail at white rock lake; the foliage is very Dallasesque. I get the desire to run home (it’s 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 there’s a car driving but it’s just a guy in a small Forrest management truck and he looks at me a bit confused like “what’s he running for?” 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 I’m almost home.
Flash to inside a Dairy Queen, it’s 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. People’s 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 woman’s with lipstick smeared on her face and she’s screaming too. I’m 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 it’s quesadillas. I look out the window and realize I’m not even at my cross streets, I’m on seminary.
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 “this 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 that’s had break ins lately”. While this is happening some guy with long hair is blowing leaves and I’m watching him as I lie on the grass hoping he doesn’t notice. Once he walks far enough away I think I’m 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 it’s me going home.
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.