This is the first weird dream I’ve had in a really long time.
I dreamed last night that I woke up in a stupor and stumbled into the living room of a huge abode I lived in that was a lot like Erin’s old house on Turnbridge Road. I found My Other Uncle (Mother’s Side), Aunt, Brother and several other people I don’t remember in there, preparing to depart somewhere. My sluggish reflexes and intense desire to go back to sleep made me instantly aware of the fact that I had been drugged before I awoke, possibly to prevent me from waking until much later. I confronted Uncle about this and he said, “That’s right, I drugged you, because your brother and I are headed to [REDACTED] and we didn’t want you to know we had gone.”
I decided to force myself to stay awake no matter what it took. So I started pacing about the house, and I came to realize that it was slowly filling with college age kids drinking alcohol and consuming various illegal substances. Uncle wasn’t going anywhere — he was throwing a college party! I stumbled into one room where Bill was playing a strange version of Baldur’s Gate for PC on a giant television screen. I distinctly remember it played more like an arena shooter than Baldur’s Gate, and I can picture the sight of various gnolls crumbling into bones as he killed them.
I whirled about and decided to continue my perambulating in order to keep myself from falling asleep, only to stumble into a strange column that had somehow been erected in the middle of the house. The column was covered with razor-sharp serrated ridges that bit into my skin and pulled little bits of flesh off of me as I jerked my arm away from it. Good Lord, these columns had erupted all over the house! The whole place was becoming a giant death trap! I thought perhaps I was descending into a version of the Silent Hill world, or Hell Itself.
Finally I stumbled toward the front door and I saw cops entering and jerking the power cord out of the huge sound system that was pumping bass-heavy house music throughout the place. I was glad to know that the cops were shutting Uncle down for a noise disturbance. For some reason Uncle had transformed into Erin and the cops approached her and asked, “Do you have an actual lawyer defense for this noise or is it going to be the same alligator shit we always hear?” (This made no sense.) Erin could do nothing but merely stammer that she wasn’t aware she was causing a problem. The cops told her to keep the noise down and call off the party, and I woke up.