Fuck me, I just had one of those marathon nights where one dream rolled seamlessly into the next continuously for like seven hours. (> = transition).
>Working as a detective with the season 13 cast of Law and Order SVU, I'm arrested for a murder. They throw me into a jail cell which is a large studio apartment. My cellmate is a kid I went to high school with who I had a falling out with. Eventually they figure out I didn't commit the murder.
>The studio apartment jail cell is now part of some college housing complex and everyone is partying their ass off. Ariana Grande is sitting on a bed in the apartment. Apparently we had had sex in the past. I'm trying to justify doing so to my high school friend who is questioning why. I then question why she stopped seeing me. She assures me that I was fine in bed, but mediocre in every other aspect.
>Another high school classmate who I haven't seen or thought about in 15 years knocks on the door of the apartment and asks me if I want to go to a New Japan Pro Wrestling show with him (apparently I'm in Japan now). I say yes and we watch the show together.
>I make my way back towards the apartment but end up on the nondescript college campus. I guess I'm a student there. I make my way to the library where I meet my mom. We're sitting and talking when another kid I went to high school with busts in and starts gunning down people indiscriminately. I pull a shiny copper pistol out of my waistband and take a shot at him. It bounces off and he pulls up his shirt to reveal a Kevlar vest. I somehow make it out, and the rest of this portion is me just going building to building trying to find him and take him out.
>I find myself in a large auditorium with a gigantic number of people. I don't have the gun. He is walking through the aisles, sizing people up one by one, and deciding whether or not to execute them. He gets to me and I am spared. Once he is done, everyone who is still alive begins celebrating. I pick up a small black child and give him a kiss on the cheek.
>I decide I need to return to the apartment, but I can't remember where it is. I wander the streets aimlessly for a while, walking past fraternity houses where people are partying in celebration that they weren't killed. I eventually find a car and start driving around. I end up inside a Walmart. I walk into a room that appears to be a communal shower like you would find in a gym and decide to use it. As I do, the walls disappear and I'm showering naked in the busy parking lot. I can't find my clothes. I waddle around with my hands covering my genitals. I can't find the car either. I wake myself up in embarrassment.
My dream self was acting like a cow anyway.
