Dream Diary 21: Various Recap

I have not been updating this consistently so here are some highlights as of late:

The entire property of which my childhood home is a subdivision was turned into the site for a folk festival. Homeschooled children with unkempt hair were galavanting around and fighting each other with sticks whilst their parents sat in camp chairs around bonfires drinking beer. No folk music was actually played.

My younger sister brought her friends around for a birthday party. She broke her leg on the trampoline and no one else seemed to want to help her so I went to. I looked out the window and saw a group of three foot frogs with human teeth do a synchronised, transformative dance.

I had to go back to high school. None of the rest of my year were there. There was a classroom inside the percussion elevator. The bathroom was art nouveau style and when I went inside it cracked and collapsed with muddy water. The lower level of my school had cakes on platters covered in cling wrap all over the floor. I ate one. The lower level led into a mall.

In the mall I wandered around lost for a while until I met this short, slender faced Japanese woman. She led me out of the mall. We had great chemistry.

I went to a party in a high rise apartment building with this woman, and at that party were two of my friends, we'll call them Dirty and Andy, and a whole bunch of Andy's friends. It was a small apartment, but the walls looked like a log cabin. It was the apartment of one of Andy's friends. He had a hot tub. At one point the woman and I were thrown out of the window. I had to use my web-shooters, which I now had, to save us from certain death.

This woman and I had kissed, and we had found a private room in order to go further. That's when the rest of the partygoers piled into the room, talking and chattering non stop about video games. I yelled "Please leave! We were about to have sex!", then everyone went silent. Michelle Yeoh, the owner of the apartment, stepped forward with a stern look on her face, as if to say "not in my house you weren't". I said sorry in Korean for some reason, even though I know she is not Korean. That did not seem to help me. The Japanese woman and I were kicked out of the party, without retrieving the rest of our clothing.