Was it the Marshmallows?
Last night I had some really crazy dreams.
The last one I recall was sort of about a bank robbery. I was with an old highschool friend, and most of his family. We had just pulled off a large bank heist, and were hiding out in a small motel somewhere in the states. I remember seven of us all cramming into this Oldsmobile he used to drive.
From there, the people I was with all faded away, and I was driving alone on the highway. Or perhaps there was a girl with me. I stopped to use a restroom, and a highway patrolman came by as I was about to relieve myself on the side of the road. He directed me to the nearest washroom which was up at some sort of school through a field off in the distance. So we made our way there.
I used the washroom. There was a rave of some sort going on there, and my female companion somehow ended up in there with some kids who were out to get us. They had dosed her on drugs, and she was lying under a table barely conscious.
Thinking about it now, the kids in the dream probably entered my subconscious through a movie I watched recently, Eden Lake. If you’ve seen it, you know what I’m talking about.
As usually happens, this is the only fragment of the dream I remember. My first dream of the night woke me up pretty suddenly around 1am. This is when I got up, thought about cooking some food, but ate some marshmallows instead. Maybe they were responsible for these crazy vivid dreams?