I'm on the plane from the Batman movie with Bane in it, where he does the meme “you're a big guy” “for you.” Bane looks like Henrik. He's holding the plane hostage and all the people onboard are sitting on the ground. The plane is a big empty room though, there are no seats or anything. More like a small flying warehouse. Bane comes over and places some 10 dollar bills on top of my head while I'm sitting on the ground and he tells me I'm cute. He has a lot of fangirls among us hostages on board and I think he thought I was one too. In a psychopathic way it felt like he was apologizing and sad that he was going to kill me, or any of the innocent people onboard, but deep down there was no regret or anything. Maybe I was projecting and just wanted him to feel bad.

I see that we're getting close to the ground, which I know is when the plane blows up and I die (I have knowledge of this scene beforehand, like I've done it before.) This time, I jump out of the plane as soon as it's close enough to the ground, right before it blows up. I survive and get away, but later, as I'm walking, Bane and his cohorts catch up to me and he tries to kill me by slicing me with a huge blade. I say something like “no, I survived, you can't kill me now” and I become very impassioned about it. I start fighting back with 4 knives. I keep trying to make the point that “it” is more interesting if I'm alive, that it leads to more possibilities.

He eventually leaves me alone and I'm left wandering around. Now I'm in NYC. I keep looking around and am extremely paranoid and I'm still carrying the 4 knives. I enter a quieter neighborhood and find these white picnic tables and sit down. I set my stuff on the table and look for a map of the city to know where I am. Someone sits at the table with me. I look up and see that it's John and Luke. I'm shocked and confused at how they got all the way out here. They start telling me about this party that's being held in a new apartment building that's supposed to be built exactly where we're sitting in two days. I'm not sure if I want to go to the party. I think to myself that I'd rather stay home and read 1984.

Julia and I took a taxi downtown. There was a guy in the taxi who asked me to hand him his jacket, which was above my head on the little shelf in the back of the car, above the trunk. He asked me to grab it in a very specific way to make sure it didn't get damaged.

Then we get downtown and we see all these people sitting alongside the perimeter of a house. It's nighttime. I ask Matthew McConaughey what's going on and he says that they're watching some alignment of the stars because the world is going to end. As he explains, he draws me a picture. It's of dogs, greyhounds maybe, and he draws them really well. He mentions his “partner” who's inside the house. There's a white dog and a white bird on the river.

I was on the beach at a lake. I saw that Sam H. and a guy who looked a lot like him were there too. I asked someone near me to “hold my pillows” while I went and talked to them. Sam told me that he and Cassie were engaged, then he and his friend went into the water, so I did too. When I went back over to where my pillows were, I saw that they had sand on them. I asked the guy why he put them in the sand. I thought he was just going to hold them.

Then I was walking away from the beach. I was walking with a guy who might've been Gibby from iCarly. We were talking. I saw Dad sitting on a bench in the middle of the street in front of us (it was a narrow road with no cars). Gibby said something loudly about me being “unable to keep my clothes on,” I think referencing me going into the water earlier. It sounded like I was a complete whore, the way he said it, and it upset me that he said it in front of Dad. I got into a small argument with Dad about something after that. I was yelling at him.

Then I'm in my Minneapolis room with two girls. Abby might've been one of them. They both had the sporty/alpha-female vibe, a little bit. They were my roommates. We were getting ready to go out and I felt ugly. One of the girls asked me if she should wear her Louis Vuitton shoes.

Then I was going to go to a bar with Charlie and some others. We were in the garage getting into the car. Joey was in another car in the garage getting ready to leave, so there was a gridlock type thing going on—his car needed to go first before we could get ours out. I realized that I forgot my ID inside, so I ran back in to get it and to get a lighter for the pack of cigarettes that was in my backpack. Mom came over to me while I was inside and started touching my backpack. I thought she was trying to open it to put something inside and I was scared she was going to see the cigarettes, but she was only adjusting the strap.

I'm living in a house with a lot of my peers. My room is way at the end of the main hallway that runs through the house. The kitchen and living area, along with other people's rooms, are scattered around this hallway as well. Stuff gets placed in our rooms for “assignments” that correspond to the units in my “childhood literature” class, like for example Peter Rabbit was in my room. The units rotate though, so the assignment items in one person's room will be delivered to another person's after some interval, and so on. The Peter Rabbit in my room was a stuffed animal, which I mistook for something scary when I first looked at it, because it was all old. I sprayed it with insecticide before I realized it wasn't something to be afraid of. Then I felt bad for doing that. I was spraying insecticide because there were ants crawling around.

There were other items in my room that were bizarre and would appear and disappear (someone was placing them in my room and then removing them while I was gone) and these items had nothing to do with any “assignments.” They were these carved wooden things that looked kind of like fish skeletons, and scattered dead bugs. I also noticed my belongings kept getting moved around and I wasn't the one moving them. I convinced Elijah and some other people to come back to my room to show them what was going on, but when we got there all the bugs and wooden carvings and everything were gone.

• Getting too much ice cream and the guy at the counter won't give me a cup to put the extra in.


• Going to a pizza restaurant with Owen.

I'm with Kendall Jenner. We're at a store. We leave and go back to her car, which has been parked by a valet. It's a really nice sports car. I get into the back seat and Kendall does too, because the valet is still in the front seat. There's a young girl in the car, maybe 6 years old. While Kendall and the valet work out his payment, I talk to the girl. I introduce myself but tell her that I'm nothing to get too excited over, I'm not the main attraction and it's not my car.

Then we're inside the valet's house. It's a big mansion with tall ceilings and ornate crown molding. One doorway has a molding of cupid lounging around. Kendall is still paying the valet. She pays for five tickets to be put on hold for the daughter, like she's paying in advance for the daughter to be able to use the expensive valet service once she's able to drive or something (this made sense in the dream). I feel a little bad since there was another, older daughter there and no good deed was being done for her. Right before we leave, I talk with the valet family about the differences in what money can buy in Minnesota vs California.

Then we leave and it's dark outside, like it's going to storm. I comment on it. As we're pulling out of the parking lot Kendall tells me to “prepare myself,” that she's going to “show me how fast her car can go" once we get on the highway. I tell her not to kill me.

As we get onto the highway I see a big light in the sky. I say that it's a UFO as a joke, but then I keep looking at it and I realize I really can't recognize what it is. It looks like a hot-air balloon that's on fire. And there are people hanging off of it, like stuck to the bottom, but it looks natural, like they want to be hanging there. There's lots of windows and you can see inside as well and there were more humans on board. I tell Kendall not to look and to focus on driving.

Then we're back at her house, but the valet family is there too. They're aliens and I believe they're going to steal our lives or something. They're surveying the house and talking to the other people in it. I go over to Kendall and see her typing into this flat electronic machine— something about being blonde. I don't know what she's doing, but she's all distraught (reasonably, I am too). I walk silently around the house trying to find my phone while avoiding the aliens. I hear in the other room Kendall's mom being spoken to by the aliens. She's frightened. I see the valet's older daughter lurking around a corner near me, so I move quickly to hide, but then I see the younger daughter on a ledge near where I'm headed. I walk into a (sort of) kitchen area and the older daughter reveals herself to me. She's stealthy, so I don't know how long she's been spying on me. She says something to me and I try to say something back, but she telepathically shuts me up so I can no longer speak. I frown, trying to solicit empathy through my face, but she lifts her fingers and telepathically forces me to smile. She says something else that sort of mocks sympathy. I'm very afraid.

I was checking in at the airport with Mom and Julia. We were going to New Jersey. I thought it was odd that we were going and couldn't really find a reason. So I assumed it was to visit Pops' grave. I had to climb up this wall for some reason to get my passport. It was strenuous climbing, but not impossible. I didn't want to do it though, so it sucked.

On top of the wall led to the part of the airport past security, which was also odd. Julia, Mom and Dad were up there now too. It was outdoors. We started walking toward where a truck would be to pick us up and drive us to the gate(?) I had walked this area with Mom the day before. It was a beautiful valley that looked like Iceland or something. When the sun came out it shone in a way that I loved and everything looked so beautiful. I told Dad excitedly that it was my “favorite type of sunshine.” Then I rescinded that comment a little bit and said “it almost was—when I was walking with Mom the day before, that was when the sunshine was really my favorite.” The sunshine I saw with Dad was early morning sunshine, and with Mom it was the sunshine before night. I started taking pictures of the scenery. We walked past a little toy house that was half buried in dirt. It was like the little toy ranch house at the cabin. Dad brought up my dream blog at one point in the conversation.

We kept walking. We passed this suburbia with big, expensive houses that had glass windows through which I could see inside. There were these long tables, like ones people would have meetings at. I wondered why they were at an airport. I speculated that it was so business people could conduct meetings between flights.

Julia had a friend over. She had short blonde hair and sat on the beige couch. We were all just kind of sitting around. Then she made a rude comment about Julia. I snapped at this and got up in the girl's face, really close. I don't think that I was yelling, but I was being extremely aggressive. I told her that she is average looking. That she can try anything she wants with her appearance, but she will never be anything more than average looking at best. I kept on going about her mediocracy. Whatever I said worked, because she started tearing up. But I didn't stop. I was so angry, I just kept berating her. I wanted to kill her I was so angry. Finally I stopped and she left, but after she was gone, I lamented the fact that I didn't drag her family into my diatribe, since that would've really caused some pain, I thought.

I'm walking around a city, walking on this big cement walkway that goes over bridges and stuff. There are lots of people walking. I walk next to this guy for a while but we don't talk. We keep going the same direction, so we just stay near each other. The guy's boss or someone sees him and comes up to talk to him. He assumes that I'm the walking guy's girlfriend and makes a comment, but the walking guy corrects him. Then they go one way and I go another and we're no longer walking with each other.

Then I'm at a restaurant with Kylie Jenner and another girl. The other girl is telling me about her life and plans for the future, like for example she was telling me about how she has the opportunity to create her own eyeliner pallet. As she's telling me this, the waitress comes out and brings a ton of Kylie's cosmetic products to the table. I start gushing over how great they are, saying normal supportive friend stuff. I feel bad though, because there's a product almost exactly like what the other girl was describing, only it already existed and was Kylie's. Then the waitstaff bring out all these other facial cleaners and skincare products. Kylie tells me that I don't have to put them on if my skin is sensitive. I accidentally get some in my mouth.

Then the restaurant is like a Coldstone Creamery-type ice cream store. I order an ice cream. The worker leaves and comes back, and when she comes back she asks me if i want to change my order. I do, so I ask for a waffle cone instead of a cup. The worker seemed miserable after coming back, so I felt bad requesting anything.

Next I'm at the front of the store and Grace B. or her mom (or both of them) are nearby and it's awkward. For some reason, I have to go near Grace B.'s table and talk to her or something (I don't remember this part). After this I leave the restaurant with a group of people. We exit onto a sidewalk in NYC. One of the people in the group is the older brother from Stranger Things, Steve. He's saying something about this game that we're going to play where we chase and fight each other. It's either a game or we're filming it as a movie or something.

I start running (they're chasing me) and notice I have a hole in my pants. I call out to the others, “don't chase me! help me!” Apparently, the pants I'm wearing are Steve's, so it's his responsibility to help me. He tells me to follow him. I do, and we run into this neighborhood called New Zealand Heights. On the sign, there is the motto: “we mind our own business.” It's dark now and the neighborhood is slightly suburban, though still in the city. At an intersection there's a red light that's about to turn green and cars are lined up. The crosswalk monitor counts down the time until a person will be able to walk, rather than how long they have to walk.

So the light turns green and the monitor says 100-something seconds, it begins counting down. At that moment, Steve runs into the street, so I follow. We jaywalk another street without incident (the cars avoid us), then we run down a sidewalk. There's an old lady walking her dog along the curb. Next to the old lady, Steve catches up to the girl who we've been chasing. They start fighting and the old lady tells her dog to move. She completely ignores them other than just trying to get her dog away. I think back to the motto on the sign.

I'm walking with Kate and Katarina at night. This guy runs past us and I guess we don't pay attention to where we're going for a second because we miss our turn. We go straight too far and end up in a part of the neighborhood I'd never seen before. Instead of going back, we keep walking. It's a weird little pocket of houses from the 1940's. The roads aren't wide enough for cars. We walk along this grass alley behind some houses. I see a dog or two tied up outside. I keep hoping no one will yell at us for trespassing because I really want to just look around; I'm very curious.

After a while we see a guy outside and start to feel unwelcome so we turn back. We wander around for a little more though, because I want to. I act like I'm trying to leave and look for another exit. I'm pretending like I don't know that there isn't an outlet in this neighborhood besides the entrance.

Eventually we leave the neighborhood and keep walking. There are a lot of people walking on the trail down by the lake now. They're going on this specific walkway that runs parallel to the road that brings you to the 40's neighborhood. I'd been on that walkway before and I didn't think it brought me anywhere cool. I would've rather gone and explored the little neighborhood enclave again, but I knew I couldn't. So we go to the trail instead. Now Katarina and Catherine are with me. In front of me, I see a little girl ask Katarina for a cheeto and Katarina gives one to her. I'm eating a half full bag of cheetos, but I'm full, so I decide to give the rest to the girl. When I motion to her that I'm going to give her the bag, her eyes light up.

Then a tourist guide talks to us and hands us a map of the neighborhood. She tells us that the neighborhood was built in the 40's and that they serve a specific type of food there that she's never tried for as long as she lived here. Then we get to this big “festival of nations” or Ikea type place. Big exhibit. My bra is unclasped in the back and I ask Catherine if she can fix it for me.

I wore a lime green tank top dress and went to a party. The entire family went including Dad. It was held in this tall building. Julia and Charlie and I walked around for a bit. There was a girl lying on the floor with her family around her. I tried talking to her but she just gave me the fluoride stare. I tried to talk to a couple girls at the party actually, but they all just gave me the fluoride stare. I complained about this a little bit to Julia, about how autistic and rude the girls were being and how annoying it was.

As we were walking to the door to leave, I saw Ben Shapiro talking to some people, and Alex Jones was walking in. I really wanted to talk to Alex Jones, but didn't want to be annoying, so I let him enter then waited for the right time. He went over and talked to K. I went over and waited for a break in their conversation. When there was one, I told Alex about an idea I had for his show where he would talk about dreams. Then I told him and K. that this conversation we were having just then had actually happened to us in my dream the night before. I told them that my dream had been a premonition of standing in that exact area of the room, with them, telling them about my idea.

The conversation continued and K. placed an arm around my shoulder and held me close to the side of his chest, in a way that was sweet and I felt very safe. Alex Jones commented on my lime green dress. I wanted to stay and talk more and party with everyone, but since I was with family I felt like it'd be weird. At that point everyone was discussing seeing a movie, since there was a movie theater upstairs in this building. But it was late at night and I didn't want to see a movie. I asked Martin what he was going to do and he said he was going to go home. I asked if he meant he was going to drive home or if he was staying at his dad's house, which was a room upstairs in this building. I don't remember what he said. I ended up leaving. The family and I walked away from the building. We walked on this vast grassy hill in tall grass. A cliffside above with a road, like the opening scene in the 1st Lupin movie.

I was sitting on a bed with K. We were at a hotel near the cabin and were about to check out. I turned my body toward him as he sat down and he reciprocated my body language. He laid his arm across the back of the couch close to me. I felt very safe and at ease. I only had one earring on. The other one, I either had to give to K., or K. had yet to give to me, I don't remember.

Outside the hotel we were walking or driving around. Charlie, Mom, and Julia were there with us too. We saw this weird house, very small, with a kitchen outdoors, almost Seussian. We also saw a road that was lined with all these weird kitschy benches. We went to a museum and I broke off from K. to walk around with just Charlie, Mom, and Julia for a while. I remember it was kind of white and modern. White circular stairwell area. Like the part of the MIA with the furniture.

Eventually I had to get back to being with this other group of people, a group of friends who I guess were expecting me. They were like a crowd of my peers and I just kinda disappeared into the crowd. We were all going to a party, that was the plan. Eddy J. started talking to me, or he was talking nearby me, and he had his phone out, just in general getting on my nerves a little bit, which culminated when he said something about prostitution, so I grabbed his phone and went outside to go throw it into the river. But it was hard to throw the phone. It felt like it was stuck to my hand and wouldn't release. When I tried, it just fell a couple feet or less. After some time I was able to throw it to “Europe,” which is what my brain called this lawn that was located across a small waterway from where I was standing. Lars came outside to talk to me. I explained political extremism to him. We stood at this gas station that had drones fill up people's cars for them.

I'm on a movie set or something and I see a woman do a skateboard trick. Then I see Blake from Workaholics sitting on a bench. Blake and I go to this gay get-together called something about “pink” that's a meetup of all these old gay people. We hear about it while waiting on the sidewalk in front of this building. All the gay people get off a bus in front of us and we follow them inside. I sit on the floor and feel semi-unwelcome and nervous. Blake sees my pink toenail polish and acts baffled and tells me that I shouldn't wear my feet out like that cuz it's erotic. I think that's funny. Everyone is sitting on one side of the room, so the organizer lady tells us to spread out.

Then Blake turns into Luke and we're both listening to music. He asks what I'm listening to and I tell him, then he shows me what he's listening to. We decide that we should listen to the same album. He wants to listen to some old rock one and I object at first, but then give in. But I have to google the name of the album to find it and when I'm googling it I see that it has like 10 alternative names.

I'm walking along this cobblestone side road. I go up a small flight of stairs and pass a building with a display on the side, a display of lights or something. A guy comes out and talks to me and I'm scared of him. I want him to leave me alone. I distrust him. He keeps trying to show me the display. Then he becomes a red-headed teenage girl and Mom is there, helping the girl fix the display somehow. I don't trust the girl, in the same way I didn't trust the man.

Mom tells me she got rid of Lola because she didn't want to take care of her anymore. I cry and beg to be able to get her back and take care of her myself. Someone shows up after I say this and tells me that they can take me somewhere to medically transition, which somehow would help me to be able to keep Lola.

Then I'm walking across a bridge with a group of people. As I'm walking throughout the dream I keep seeing the same guy and girl on a scooter or bike carrying a baby. There were lots of couples around with babies actually. Anyway, I see a baseball game going on off to the side of the bridge. I hear a Fugazi song coming from that direction too. Dante is in the audience of the baseball game. He notices me and comes to join us walking. I follow right behind him and occasionally he moves branches to the side so they don't hit me when we walk under trees.

We go up this staircase in a building that we're not supposed to be in, or at least I get the feeling we're not supposed to be in it. I think it was a fancy apartment building that had its own pool big enough to put boats in and stuff. Isabel D. is walking behind me. Dante keeps telling Owen to steal a jet ski and do a flip and I laugh really hard at that.

• I was at the high school and it was the first day of school. I don't know why I was there, I wasn't high school aged in the dream. People started talking about their ages and I felt old and it made me feel bad. This girl who looked like Nagatoro started talking to me while I was walking around looking for the bus. She had this knowing air about her. It was like she was psychic, the way she could read me. I complimented her on that. She was a bit pushy though. She had an aggressive and sneaky personality.


• I'm supposed to go out to eat with the whole extended family. Tarek and Christina from that HGTV show were supposed to go too. Greg calls me and says that he, Amy, and Joey are going out to eat individually as a family first, which pushes out the time that we're all supposed to go out as an extended family. I'm hungry, so I want to go now, but I have to wait. I'm lying on the driveway trying to write down my high school dream from earlier when Tarek and Christina roll up. I'm writing with a blue pen on unlined printer paper. I'm supposed to change before we go to the restaurant, but I can't decide whether to wear a dress or pants and a shirt. We go to the restaurant early to scope it out or something and there's a 24 dollar bottle of wine that they're keeping in the front and everyone keeps talking about how it's a miracle it hasn't been stolen yet. Everyones talking about this bottle of wine like it's worth 10,000 dollars.


• I'm talking to Dad at a table about Seinfeld. Nate was at the table too.


• Lola runs away and we have to chase her. She goes up to these people smoking outside who are really cruel. I apologize but they're all upset with me. Scowling and angry. One of them says something about shooting Lola, like “if you don't take care of her I will.” I tell them to enjoy their cigarettes anyway and I tell them that I love them as an attempt to guilt them for being so unnecessarily hateful. Lola goes away from them, but she's still off leash and not under our control. Finally Mom and I catch up to her, but she's up this tree and we have to climb into these precarious positions to get her. Mom is above me in the tree and she drops Lola down onto me so I can catch her, then I slide down this hill with her in my lap. At the bottom, German doctors fix us up or something, but now what I've gone through is a tv show instead of real and Lola is actually a person who had been treated by a family as a dog in the 60s.


• I'm texting Dante but my phone doesn't work. Autocorrect completely changes the words to an incomprehensible mix of letters and emojis. He tells me he wants to get on a bus and come back to Minnesota to hang out with everyone. I suggest to him that instead we meet halfway in Fargo, ND.


• A police lady is at the house inquiring about stuff. She's being mean to Julia while I'm upstairs, so I go downstairs to involve myself in the situation.