1/10 Too short and not crazy enough.

I actually had a three layered dream, but I will only focus on one for right now and i will post the other two later. First my second dream

I was eating in a restaurant with my mother. By the lighting in the restaurant it was night time. The eatery had a wooden floor and all the tables were round, wooden, and covered with white table cloths. I had noticed that the restaurant was filled with classmates I had during my middle, school, elementary, and maybe even high school years. My mother and I were discussing something for a bit when she said I needed to fix my hat. At the time I was shuffling with a plastic bag I had and I pulled out a silver necklace. It reminded me of the one I had while I was in middle school/high school, instead it had a cross charm. After putting on the necklace I stood up and adjusted the hat on my head which was turned backwards. It was the same black Phillies hat with white thin stripes that I had when I was in the 11th grade. I turned the hat forward and one of my former high school classmates said that looked gay or stupid or something, then I turned it back around and adjusted it until it felt right.

Then a random person dressed in some fly silver clothes came up to me and pulled on my chain. It pulled hard enough that it snapped and came off. The man in silver tried to run away, but I was furious and I chased after him around the restaurant and gave him a left hook to the jaw sending him crashing to the floor. Before I could take my necklace from the man sprawled out on the floor, a big cartoonish, shirtless, white man in beige khaki pants walked out in front of me, bent down, and picked up my necklace. I was taken back a bit, scared, but he still had something of mine and I wanted it. I tried leaping a punch at him, but he dodged it. I continuously attempted to attack him, but he dodged all my blows as we danced around the restaurant. (I seem to be starting to lose memory of it now so excuse me if starts to sound confusing) I managed to land a couple of blows on the man, but he quickly turned it around when he struck me down in front of a bathroom and as he stood over me I felt fear again. When he lifted his arm and then swung it everything went black.

Immediately after that an image of a commercial played before my eyes. It was a commercial for the restaurant I was in. The image was layed on a white background and the end of it showed text at the bottom where it would normally show a phone number and specials that said an offensive witty mark about how I got my ass kicked. I also heard voices that called me savage. The commercial never mentioned the restaurant's name. I then woke up in a bathroom. Two other men were in there at the sinks. One was looking at his reflection in the mirror and the other was washing his hands. I walked up to a sink, washed my hands and then my face. I walked out of the bathroom finding myself back in the restaurant.

The same people were in there as last time except my mother and it was still night time as I could tell by the windows on my right. The cartoon looking man was still there towering over everyone else. I was not afraid this time and I waited for the man to attack me. Once he saw me he started charging forward. I was ready and ran off to the right in between the tables on that side that created a narrow path. I backed up to the point where I was sitting when this all began. The man came at me with a Looney Tunes looking saw in his hand. I ran off to the side and to the left of the tables. I conjured a sword in my hand and I swung it at the man. He blocked a few of my blows before I landed my first. I had hit him a couple of more times before we transformed into two Disney-like anthropomorphic ducks. We were wielding paintbrushes for weapons and we continued the fight. Neither of use were hitting each other and we wound up back at the right of the room. We reverted back to our normal size, but were invisible and we still were fighting with paint brushes. After a couple of parries I realized that it was stupid that we were fighting with paintbrushes so I shape-shifted the brush into a sword. I cut through the cartoon man's brush chopping the top half off and the blade sunk into the cartoon man's torso. He collapsed onto the floor dead, but I realized that he did not have my necklace, even though I didn't check the man's pockets I somehow knew for sure that he didn't have it. I looked to my right and saw this girl clapping for me. I woke up.


(Usually I have no clue why I dream the stuff that I dream, but this time I think it was sending me a message. I believe this dream was telling me that I'm fearing something and when I first attempt it it will be difficult and I might fail, but I will come back, find it easy and succeed, but I will lose something in the process.)