I had been planning a wedding (my grandmas?) and I didn’t know how I got there. I was in Butte Rock, Montana I think and it was a beautiful and interesting place. I was so confused. I think at one point I did witness a moment of my grandma’s outdoor wedding.
Early in the dream I was in a cafe and I walked up to this guy and said, “Hey sorry to interrupt, I know this is a little alarming to hear someone ask but where ARE we? Like what town?” and he wasn’t TOO phased and said “Butte Rock, Montana” and I repeated it to make sure.
I was watching this stupid kevin costner show that’s set in montana so that’s probably why montana
I continued to black out and sometimes I seemed to have lucid dreams within the dream, including one where I kept getting annoyed there was this foreign temple but had to admit the way it had a path that went out to the horizon was very picturesque. I walked towards it and I was like, oh, this is the path to death, and chose to walk on it because I was in a lucid dream and it seemed symbolic.
I woke up in several places. Hotels, the street, a business, I had no idea what had happened. I rarely managed to stay conscious for longer than what seemed to be an hour. At first I was more conscious and assumed I would come to. Once I even remember seeing a giant tumbler of whiskey and slugging it down like a shot.
Once I woke up in some kind of flophouse… like a group hotel with a bunch of beds in one room and a bunch of men lounging around talking and laughing. They didn’t look surprised to see me.
I was at a bookstore in a mall at one point and I was trying to tell this couple and see if they could help me get to an ER but the woman spilled a whole giant cup of water on one of those waist high islands with bookshelves all around it and it just got water fucking everywhere on all sides and they got consumed with trying to mop it all up. I tried to help. Then I blacked out again.
I kept thinking I would come to consciousness a little more but instead I got more and more confused and people saw me more and more as a homeless person. I kept blacking out and waking up somewhere else, usually still I think in that Montana town. The city was actually beautiful and interesting and I wandered around several times. I gave up trying to do anything useful or remember any phone numbers. I’d wake up with different phones and different watches and different clothes.
A woman on the street tried to talk to me like she knew me and I could tell she was a junkie. I was worried she’d hurt me in my confused state. I tried to get her to get away from me and she showed me her breasts and they were hollow. I was mean to her and her threat deflated and she said “no one wants to see my boobs.”
I woke up naked at one point and had to hurriedly cobble together clothes from what was on the street.
At one point I didn’t even have clothes and just had a greasy flag wrapped around me.
I went into this dark institutional grade school and asked this little black kid how to get out. He laughed ruefully and said “to prison”.
Towards the end I kept desperately asking people to help me and people would try and distractedly point me to an ER but no one ever got me there. I asked several different people and I would make an attempt to quickly tell my story and get medical attention but no one had time for me.