Dreams shoulders

I was in New Orleans to say happy birthday to a friend and she wanted me to join the band and I was a little drunk but I did it anyways and then we went into a random bar and no one was there but a scary lady threw candy and beads at me specifically then everyone else. Then I was playing football with a guy from highschool that I had a huge crush on and he thought I was funny. Then somehow justin timberlake was on my shoulders and I was dancing and he thought it was hilarious and was trying to teach me some moves. But I wandered over to a dock and there was a bunch of people on life preservers exhausted from some endurance class. And Clay Matthews was one of them and he looked like he needed help so I just reached my arm out and he grabbed it and I helped him onto the dock.

Though this dream was flashes of memory mixed in with dread it make some science. I had just gotten out of an event that I felt I did horrible in. it had to do with pulling out all of our teeth and having faith that we could mix many chemicals together to make a potion that would allow for them to grow back. Not only did I refuse to pull out my own teeth but I forgot what chemicals I needed and ended up making a deadly black slug that came back to life and killed almost everyone in the room. I had bolted out of the room having to go pee really bad. Unfortunately the girl’s restroom was closed so I decided to go into the men’s room beside it. I walked in the first door two find a second door ten feet away. It was weird but I pressed on hopping to find a stall I could hide away in to pee. I walked through the last door to find myself in a dark lit lounge that looked like the like of hide away that was around in the time of bootleg liquor. Black and read are the only colors to show up other than a flash of brass or the deep mahogany of wood. The other thing that catches my eye in the dim lit area is a sign that says all girls will be killed on sight. I look around to see everyone in the room staring at me. I back up to the door as everyone stand and I wait for the worst with eye s clamped shut. “Gregory,” a man’s voice yells out. I peek out from under my lashes to see a man about my age come running over to me and wrap an arm around my shoulders. “Sorry mate I forgot that you didn’t know where I normally sat.” everyone sat back down back relaxed. My savior pulled me back to his booth in’ the corner. As we walked over I got a good look at him. He was tall and well-built with blue eyes and blond hair. We waited to talk until we were sat down. “thanks.” I murmured. He nodded his head and looked around the room. “you are lucky I’m nicer than mist the guys around here. They wouldn’t have saved you at all.” “Then why did you?” I asked curious. A smirk played on his and he grabbed my hands. “I need to tell you something very important. It could save billions of lives someday but you have to remember easily what I tell you. Do you understand?” I nod my head and he leans over the table. Just as he goes to tell me this information I’m shaken awake never to hear the important information.

Im walking in the streets of manhattan, narrating about how unsafe this place is and how you have to be tough and quick to survive. Im being followed by a man who has a huge nose, full of pimples and depressions and its split into two- right down the centre. He is constantly saying 'ask me anything? Ask me for help!' I reach this central round area, loads of people are there and street performers and 5 star hotels. The 2 nosed man stands next to a violin player (who looks like snape) still muttering the same thing. I try to walk past him but they both block my way and the 2 Nosed Man holds my shoulders and is yelling at my face 'ASK ME FOR MY HELP!' I pry myself free and run but my legs arent moving fast enough its like im trying to run in jelly! Suddenly i have a burst of energy and I run up to a hotel and beg the guard to save me. They come down and grab the 2 Nosed man wrestle him away from me but he fights with all his strength - manic look on his grotesque face, screaming the same thing over and over 'ASK ME FOR MY HELP'

I had a dream of an old crush i told him i was happy and we were married we were at a flea market and he was talking about a money idea he had i asked for him to rub my shoulders

I was walking on a beach I'm familiar with with a girl that I really like. It was really foggy and she was worried that we would get lost so I put her on my shoulders and that seemed to help