I had a really vivid movie-esque disturbing dream last night.
First my ex came to pick me up. I think we were supposed to go to his house to smoke weed.
Instead, he took me to some bar that was a couple towns over (but not really). I was like ok cool.
So we go in and his friends (my old crowd) were all there. It looked kinda like a Bennigans without all the tables where we were.
So I started saying hi to everyone and my ex gets a big smirk and is like "Do you even see where you are? You're in a go-go bar" and then he started laughing hard at me.
Again it looked like a Bennigans and I was like "uh, ok". Some waitress in a bikini thing walks by and I smiled and said hi and she shrugged me off with a whatever.
My ex laughed even harder.
So realizing that I wasn't welcome and that was a "fuck you" I started to leave. I got outside and I was trying to think about who to call and pick me up.
My stepdad was still alive but sick so I ruled him out.
I was trying to figure out if I could walk and make it back home before my now boyfriend got out of work.
I also realized that my ex pulled up right in front of the house (on my house cam) and I was trying to figure out how I could possibly explain my way out of trouble realizing he would see that.
I was also bummed I didn't get to smoke a bowl as it's been a long ass while.
I haven't gotten far through the parking lot when a group dudes, who I think was headed by the guy that played Ice Cube in Straight Out of Compton, approached me and told me I had to go with them.
I definitely did not want to go. Gordon Ramsay walks by and I'm like "Gordon help me!" and he doesn't even look up.
I'm like "figures".
So they make me go into some building and it was huge and kinda fancy. They made me feel I had just got "taken" and I had to stay there.
Some type of distraction happened and the Ice Cube guy left the room. I was like "fuck this" and grabbed my purse. I go through all these rooms and there are a lot of people. I just keep trying to find an exit and not get found by my "takers".
Eventually I'm in some fancy event like room and I'm sitting next to an exgirlfriend of one of my ex's friends.
I started talking to her and she got dragged there like I did. I was like we have to get out of here and started asking people at tables around us if they would help us.
They weren't really paying attention so then I started going "PLEASE help us, she's pretty!"
I saw the Ice Cube guy coming and then I found a door to the outside so I left and started running.
I go back to thinking about who I could call to pick me up and realize I should call the police. As I'm running I grab my phone in my purse and sure enough, my Outterbox phone case is empty.
I knew the captors took it.
It was a residential street so I go a few more houses down and knock on the door hoping they will let me call the cops there and help.
Inside were a bunch of hipster doofus looking college kids and at first I was relieved. I told them what happened and asked if I could use their phone.
But they wouldn't let me and started acting like I had to stay and they were my new captors.
Then they all start smoking crack! Like with spoons and pipes and shit.
I was like "well they're crackheads they can't keep me" and I was able to get out pretty easy.
I start running again and find a big gigantic bazooka type looking gun, on the street like it's grand theft auto or something! and pick it up. I felt a little safer, but still had to figure out how I was going to get home.
I had a vague idea how to get back direction wise on my own, but wished I had my phone for the gps on top of just calling someone lol.
Eventually I get to a familiar (not in real life though restaurant). Another fancy type place.
I was about to ask them to let me use their phone, but before I could, they told me my Uncle from Connecticut was on the line for me. I was internally like "fuuuuuuuuuuck I'm almost free, I don't have time for this."
So my Uncle starts talking and I'm nice but trying to rush off and eventually I had to interrupt and say briefly what happened and that I need to call the police and get home.
The restaurant people are like "oh just call a taxi they are really good here and will be quicker."
So then some uber car comes and picks me and starts taking me back. At this point it is night time.
I'm happy that some of the streets are starting to look familiar and I know I am almost home.
Then I start getting nervous again about what I'm going to tell my boyfriend.
And then...I woke up.
After I woke up I was happy I have those house cameras I was so freaking about the whole time, because then if something did happen to me, there would be a person to go to right away.
tl;dr I had a lot of happier fun dreams the past few months, but forgot to log them so we get this one instead.