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I'm driving by some local lake in a middle-class hilly neighborhood and I notice some construction going on. Crews and boats building what may be docks or a bridge are setting pilings in the water. A whole lot of pilings. There is heavy equipment unloading timber from flatbed 18-wheelers and folks coating the timber with creosote. I get around some of them but on my way up a hill there is a big tanker truck blocking the road and it's leaking creosote all over the road. I get out to go up and ask the driver to move and when I get halfway past the rig sprinkler heads come on and it starts spraying creosote all over creation. I can't go forward or backward or I'll get drenched in this shit. I'm still getting it all over me. It shuts off after a few minutes and a woman appears. She's got very dark lipstick on, short black hair with purple tips, and glasses. She's wearing a white labcoat and she's carrying a clipboard. She might have been hot if she weren't a total woke dykebitch. I go up to her and ask who's going to pay for the cleanup, and also who's going to buy me new clothes. She laughs at this and says nobody is. I said that yes, somebody is and she says she's gonna call the cops. I tell her to do so by all means.

Instead of cops showing up, 3 more women show up. They are also woke dykebitches and they are also kinda hot. They are ridiculing me for demanding justice for their environmental disaster and I start rubbing my creosote-covered clothes up against them, tarnishing their pristine white labcoats. They don't like that very much.

[here the rest of the dream gets x-rated]

I wake up.

@dirtywhiteboy

@dirtywhiteboy also known as Jack Reacher

I=interviewer, N=nigger, R=reporter, E=electroencephelographologist, G=groundhog (notice that I am labeling things, like a White person)

I: Hello, nigger. Tell us what you did last night.
N: I did nigger things.
I: Like what?
N: Well I invited some friends over to watch a movie but I didn't tell them what movie it was.
I: Didn't they ask?
N: Yep, and I wouldn't tell. They had to google parts of the movie to figure it out.
I: That must have distracted them from the movie?
N: Oh yes, they missed the opening scenes that set up the entire movie.
I: Couldn't they just rewind the movie and start over?
N: No, you see my VCR doesn't rewind, it just plays.
I: Well I guess they could have looked at the VHS case and saw the name?
N: Hell no, I label everything Raw Video
I: You're a nigger
N: I know.
I: You're like a supernigger.
G: That's for sure
G: No apology
E: No remorse
R: No White DNA

@dirtywhiteboy is N

The name of the movie is JACK REACHER

TND DWB

don't bother asking anyone there what the real name of the movie is

they will not tell you

but i will reveal it for you to spoil their fun

the name of the movie is

####JACK REACHER

I can't find my car, but I've found a really fast electric skateboard. Night is falling and I'm travelling down country roads with dense thickets of adult pine trees on either side. I ride through an interstate overpass that is still under late stages of construction. I pull in to a small building just after.

I'm in a newly built bar in a rural area. The place is mostly empty and the bartender is someone I know who in reality is recently deceased, but in the dream it seems perfectly fine. A couple I know shows up and buys me drinks while we play darts. The vodka is delicious.

~dreamwarp~

I've found my car and I'm on the freeways over some surrounding metro area. It's an extravagant network of spaghetti junctions that make navigating not only challenging, but fun. I'm trying to get to work somewhere, and it's my first day and I'm not sure where the hell the place is. I lose interest in finding my work and keep hugging cloverleaf intersections at 100mph. Good times. Out of gas. I pull off onto the shoulder of the road and I don't see any exits, so I hop the fence and wander into a neighborhood.

It's one of those pop-up subdivisions where they build 500 houses in a week, and they're all variations of a single floorplan and layout. The roads in this neighborhood are forbidden from being straight, it's a doordash driver's nightmare with lots of loops and circles and dead ends. It's all middle-class housing with many retirees with carefully manicured lawns.

It's getting late so I find a nice backyard and think "it would be nice to sleep outside here" and I look over and presto there is a nice bed next to the house. The owner of the house comes out and says I'm welcome to sleep in that bed that is oddly sitting out in the open backyard complete with pillows and comforter spread. I thank him and sprawl out to rest a bit from my walk.

As I lie there, I can't help but notice his neighbor has a very tall house, on top of which is lots of antennas and weather measuring equipment. One of the bundles is on a platform that rotates, with lots of cameras pointing out and it has a big screen on it with some web address and shows the camera feeds and weather info and radio frequencies and shit that he's observing. Kinda cool.

This seems like a great time to go into superman mode and show off my powers to the world. I fly up and do a little dance in mid air so the camera can see. I do some tower flybys using various swimming maneuvers and I notice that there's a pattern to how these houses were built. I start flying around just over the roofs and I keep hitting power lines which surprisingly don't shock me. I remember why; because I'm not completing a circuit if I'm flying. I start using the power lines like rubber bands bouncing back and forth. I get tired of this shenanigan and shoot straight up to get a bigger picture of the neighborhood. I get up to around 500 feet and can see that it looks like all the houses are part of a jigsaw puzzle that was put together wrong. It's starting to sprinkle rain and I worry that my bed in the backyard will get wet.

I have a bit of trouble locating that house again because things look different and the same up this high, but I eventually find it. Everyone is gone and all doors are locked, but I need a cover of some kind for my bed. I spot a nice big tarp in someone's garage and use my telekinetic power to float it over to the door, unfold it, and slide it under the gap underneath the garage door.

I wake up.

I travel for some unknown reason to a very large city in Wisconsin. The place I'm staying in is a 1 bedroom 1 bath shithole on a road that is on the edge of an ocean (yes i know, it's a dream). The ocean is clear and blue and beautiful, and the tiny beach across the road to the north is clean. Next door to the east, across an T intersection, is a gas station and the next building is some kind of industrial factory surround by chain-link fence. The road going that way ends at the gate. To the west are various shanty cottages linked together and broken only by road crossings. I venture out at dusk to go grab a pack of smokes. I have $5. I walk to the gas station and it's closed. I look over at the factory and see some people hanging around the entrance gate, so I walk over to see if I can bum a smoke. None of them smoke. I look back from whence I came (the west) and take in the contrasting beauty of the oceans lapping over the beach on my right and the hovel-infested dwellings and big city skyline on the left. Darkness is falling. I still need smokes.

I start walking down the road that hugs the shoreline, maybe 3 blocks and turn south, toward the innards of the city. Night has come. I'm in a ghetto, niggers are playing stabbing games with their neighbors and I just strut through like I own the place, dodging bodies. I come upon a commercial district, with semi-tall buildings, mostly non-violent people, and lighting that morphs only the way that "come buy this" signs can manage when grouped together. I know that I've been going south down this road for at least an hour. There's a coffee/restaurant on my right at this intersection and I walk in.

It's a family-oriented trendy/hipster hangout with NPCs sipping cappuccino and munching on delicately crafted plates of soy. Only having $5, I linger near the exit and wait for some departing patrons. A pleasant family heads my way and I pardon myself for interrupting their exodus and inquire as to where the nearest gas station is. Promptly I'm instructed to go 4 blocks west.

I thank them and head that way, taking in the sights of strip malls decorated with the sort of smorgasbord of city dwellers you would expect; high-class, low-class, and no-class. I get to the designated coordinates and there's no gas station. I take in my surroundings and decide my best bet is to continue my search to the north, up this different street, back in the direction I came from.

The topography of this city is surprisingly varied; to this point it was all flat, but now I enter small valleys and hills, with astonishing buildings with real architecture bordered by the creeping DEI designs of paperboard box buildings that could collapse at any moment. The road divides, with what looks to be a college in the V between. I take the right path and soon I'm in a jungle of dorms that skirt the edges of higher education.

They are infested with wiggers, blasting rap music, snorting cocaine off the sidewalk, fighting each other tattooed skanks with blue hair. Ahead I see a fight club with lots of members. Being alone, I diverge into a sidestreet to evade the not-so-great odds presented to me. I enter a semi-enclosed private parking area within a group of buildings around its edge and my way forward is on the opposite side through another alley. Asians start popping out of the shadows. Not just any Asians though: Ninjas.

I pause, evaluating my situation. I'm in a metro city in Wisconsin, alone, on the streets, in an alley parking lot, surrounded by ninjas, with $5, and all i want is a cigarette. They begin to close in on me. I slowly bring my hands together high in front of me, joining them together and then lowering them as my body crouches and my legs assume the stance. I thrust my left hand forward whilst simultaneously tucking my right in to my side, as fast as lightning with a "HYAH!". They stop. They stare. They laugh. They step aside and let me past. Whew, close one.

I proceed down the alley and come out into a public parking lot. With all the excitement dealing with the ninjas I realize my bearings are gone and I'm lost. There's a small circus tent pitched in this parking lot, the flaps are up, and I can see it's a bunch of furries playing Dungeons&Dragons. I move toward them.

I wake up.

>Consider this an introduction to /v/FreshDreams. If you just wake up, come here and tell us of your adventure before your brain chemically erases it!

@shitface9000

edit: in defense of @Gowithit, she wasn't talking about HER booger wall.