The road trip part was we where escaping from a hospital that did human experiments. I was with this girl who was obsessed with me and stalked me, but like in a good way? Some nerd kid, who’s mom was youtube famous for nude aerobics, like youtube allowed her channel to have full nudity, some redneck boy who was a pervert.
Anyway we where in a bus and we kept getting chased by a doctor on a bike who was shooting needles into the bus. I got hit by one but I was fine and the girl that was obsessed with me had a panic attack over it. Then a country girl with a lifted f-150 started ramming us.
The redneck boy driving the bus was mad because he wanted to take us to a park he loved so we could play and hang out. Then I woke up. I had to skip a dose of my meds yesterday to pad them out for delivery from my pharmacy which is closed today on memorial day, so I blame acute withdrawals for this wild one.
I got a lot to share, unfortunately I’m the type to forget my dreams despite wanting to share it
There’s an online diary called penzu, I used to use that to record my dreams. I’d keep a pen and paper by my bed, scribble them down immediately and then type them up. I still enjoy going back and reading them. I also used to have a paper book of my dreams but lost it unfortunately.