A Spring Ranch Party

This has to be one of the longest dreams I ever had. Considering this dream occurred the day after my previous dream which wasn't that long, I almost felt like I was in an entirely different reality. This dream correlated with me on so many levels, I don't even know where to begin. What ended up happening is that I woke up around 2:00 in the morning. The lack of cooling in my room last night was making it difficult for me to sleep. So I opened the door to my room (aka the garage) so I can have some fresh air from the house that is circulated and put on some headphones so I can listen to some music to put me to sleep. Lately, I've been all over Yume 2kki's soundtrack and there's a few playlists on YouTube with songs from that game that you can sleep to. So I put that on and I closed my eyes, lying face up with my head at a slight angle because not only was I feeling hot, but my allergies were pretty severe too. My throat was itching and I was sneezing a lot. I'm still am but the night before was especially awful. It took me like an hour until I was finally in a deep slumber and what I'm about to describe was one of the longest dreams I'd ever had. It really felt like an entire day went by when I was dreaming.

I was on a transport bus, something that I used to ride in back in my college days. Since my campus was two hours away and I didn't have a car, I would take the Greyhound bus home during holidays or spring break when Uni was closed. In this dream, I wasn't in Uni anymore because I wasn't traveling back or to my University but to an entirely different place. The local scenery around me as I was riding looked more like the hill country than the coastal plains I'm familiar with. Just a whole lot of hills, turns, and thankfully no altitude sickness since it's been a while since I've been anywhere above sea level. I wasn't accompanied by anyone I knew but there were a few random people in my ride that were traveling. I didn't think much of them.

The bus comes to a stop at a rural bus stop and I'm the only one that disembarks. The area I stop by doesn't really have a lot of development other than some trees, a couple of hills, and just down a path a little ranch with a bunch of cars parked by a chicken wire fence. I can hear some gunfire in the distance but I'm not concerned by it as it seems like it's all under control. I don't hear any music thankfully but I do see some little tents set up around the ranch and some smoke coming up from what appears to be some people grilling. I make my way over to the ranch and walk through this gate which has been left open for cars to drive in. There's a whole bunch of guests at this party. Some of whom I kind of recognize. These are all former bandmates from my marching band years. I see a lot of familiar faces but none of these people I would consider to be my friends. I just so happen to know them. There's a lot of unfamiliar faces too. I have to assume they are either from other school bands, relatives/families, wives, kids, and maybe faculty. I don't see my band director or any of the staff from my high school years though. They are just hanging out under the tents, eating some BBQ brisket, or letting their kids run around and play. There's a little pond area just north of the cabin where there are some guys shooting off some guns at the range. This doesn't make sense to me as nobody in my band years would I ever consider to be gun people. At best, I knew a few that played paintball but that's pushing it. Regardless, they are shooting at some paper targets across a pond and the shooting benches are set up like stalls, with plank walls separating each table. They kind of look like Swiss style shooting ranges but more crude.And this was all set up north from the tents and the cabin itself, which was a two story structure constructed in timber with large glass windows, some little patios on the ground level and a stone fireplace chimney. I actually stayed at something like this back in my freshman year of Uni over the weekend and I actually got to meet some people on that trip but I wouldn't say I made any friends. Going back to my dream, this cabin had people coming in and out. I suppose it was open to guests and I didn't want to be outside exposed to the heat so I make my way to the cabin.

I make my way inside the cabin and this is where some things differerate from my real life experience in a similar cabin. There is a spiral staircase that leads up to a second floor with a little balcony overlooking the "living room" section of the cabin which has a couple of couches, a coffee table and a large widescreen TV mounted on the wall. Right next to the living room area is a giant kitchen area where some guests are making stuff like bakery goods, sweets, or they are getting drinks from the fridge. It kind of reminds me of the little dystopian kitchen areas I made in the Sims 2 and I seriously have to talk about that at some point because it's funny but this kitchen is anything but dystopian. It's more a resort/hotel style dining area more than anything. There's a couple of doors/rooms on the ground floor and I'm not certain what these rooms contain at the moment but I make my way to the second floor and go into one of the doors on the balcony levels. I go inside and find a dark bedroom area with a bookcase containing very few books, a bean sack chair like the ones you'd see at Target or Walmart, a little wooden desk and chair with a small table lamp, and a bed. There's no windows in this room so you can't look outside and it's completely dark except for the little light from the table lamp. There's a little hanger for hanging a coat but I use it to hold onto my "gym" bag which I'm going to assume doesn't really have gym stuff but rather my travel clothes and belongings. I don't know why I was crazy enough to not bring my laptop. Instead I just get on the bed and lay there. The noise isolation isn't very good as I can still hear the gunfire from outside and the guests outside socializing. But that bus trip did take a while so I was feeling exhausted.

I lay there for a while actually. All I do is listen to the sounds from outside my room. I can hear a movie going on from the ground floor. But I'm caught off guard by a knock on my door followed by a familiar voice calling out my name. "Hey Wizbro (Yeah I'm going to start using that alias as a placeholder for my name since I got it off from DidntAsk from Neocities), the party is out here. Are you really here?" I wasn't exactly thrilled to hear her voice again. If you've been following my dream logs for sometime, you probably know who it is I'm talking about. I was hoping to not come across her again as it's been ye..lmao no it's been more than a decade at this point (God help me, I'm old). I don't want to feel these feelings of regret. I want nothing to do with the oneitis feelings I had for years leading up into my early 30s. I don't need to endure this for another decade please. I'm clearly not very smart because I didn't lock the door. I clearly did not want to be disturbed but I failed to make that clear. The door opens and I see her face again. I don't feel that bliss that I typically felt from seeing her again. She hasn't changed in some ways but she does look a little older. I don't know for certain because I haven't seen her since high school. Funny enough, she didn't have her glasses like the last time I saw her. She looked like what she always looked to me. No gimmicks or short haircuts. It's all her in her purest form, just noticeable older.

"What are you doing all by yourself here?" She tells me this before sitting on my bed next to me.

"Huh? I just got here. What did you want me to do?"

"You could have said hi or something.

"I didn't see you."

"Not just me you dummy. Don't you recognize your friends?

I don't really say anything for a moment but then I suggest to her. "I just want to rest for a while. I'll check out the rest of the party later, okay?"

"So, what have you been up to, Wizbro? Still finishing up at school?"

"I'm done with school, (Name redacted). I don't want to think about it or consider it anymore."

"What?! Wizbro! You're lying to me or something?!

"No. I mean it. I'm not studying for any degree. I haven't finished. I'm a dropout."

She seemed visibly upset. Like she was disappointed by how I turned out. "Are you doing something with your life?"

"I don't even know."

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Wizbro. Aren't you supposed to be smart? What the hell happened?"

"I don't know.

"That's too bad. Guess what? I don't have a use for you anymore. If you're going to be a bum, then you and I have nothing to do with each other." I watch her get up from my bed and leave my little room.

"Get your life together, Wizbro. I can't believe you became a sore loser. I...aggh you piss me off!" And just like that, she slams the door on me and I don't hear from her again. Well that's just great. She hates me for being a Uni drop out. At least I finally got closure from that. But she is right about one thing. I gotta leave this room eventually and see the rest of the party. I don't have anything better to do here. So that's what I do, despite being bummed out that I disappointed my high school crush. Whatever, I'm not in the mood to think about her. So I get up and finally leave my room after being in there for what felt like a few hours. You know what? I feel like maybe shooting some guns would put me in a good mood. I'll check that out first.

I close my door and lock it with a key I so happened to have for no reason. I'm starting to think I must have made reservations at this party a while ago before I even got on the bus over here. I descend down the stairs, leave through the front door of the cabin, completely ignoring everything in the living room while they were watching some kind of horror movie I could care less about. I walk towards the shooting stalls which as I had mentioned were positions just behind a small pond area with some targets set around and beyond the pond itself. Some of these targets are paper while others are metal plates which look like they have seen better days. I can't image these targets being any good for precision shooting as they look like they've already been shot to shit but you can probably still call your hits by what little is left of the metal plates. Most of the guys shooting here are using 22 long rifle plinking firearms like a Ruger 10/22 or a bolt action rifle chambered for 22. One lucky guy is clearly shooting an M1 Garand Semi-Automatic rifle and I'm super intrigued by it as opposed to all the other guns being used at the range. I walk up to the guy after he's done firing which is easy to tell by the "ping" sound the clip makes after it's ejected from the rifle. I ask him if I could have a try and he lets me. He hands the rifle over to me and I take aim at some cardboard targets off in the distance beyond the pond. I don't know how far I was shooting but it must have been like 50 yards since it didn't feel that long of a distance. I fire consistently, not spamming the trigger, and taking my time to align my sights on the target until I'm out of ammo. I couldn't tell where my shots were going but I must have been hitting the target since I wasn't seeing clouds of dirt from my left, right, or lower position of the paper target I was shooting. I hand the rifle back to the guy who I wasn't familiar with at all and thank him for letting me shoot. I didn't feel like shooting anymore after that. I think I let out all the steam I needed to not feel bummed out for the time being. Everyone at the shooting stalls goes on without me, so I head to one of the tents to see if I want to grab something to eat. I see the lines for the BBQ plates are incredibly long so I get discouraged and head back to the cabin. I could already see the sun is starting to set and I'm hoping things will calm down at this party or whatever is actually going on. Seems more like a marching band reunion party but I see enough new faces around to know it's not exclusive to my former high school.Someone insists on blasting some normie music. Like if you go on YouTube and look up "Songs that get white people turnt" or whatever the video is called you'll know exactly what I mean. I have a better term for it than that. How about Dreamworks Animated Film Core, or High School Prom Music. It's music your parents had to put up with, I had to put up with, you probably had to put up with, and more than like Gen Alpha is going to put up with. When I'm really really really sick, for some reason I can't get these songs out of my mind and it makes me want to vomit or beg for a death mercy to end the suffering. Either that or it's commercials like that Funky Fries one from back in the day. Please don't watch it, I beg you. So that makes things worse but it doesn't put me in a bad mood. I just feel a little anti-social and want to relax after shooting an M1 Garand and getting told off by my crush. So I went back inside the cabin and some random girl approached me. She's not anyone I'd ever seen before in my life. She had this Indian Brown skin with straight black hair that reached down to her lower neck, and she had these oval glasses that made her eyes look larger than they actually were. She was a little taller than me and was average in weight. She approaches me and tells me about there being a movie down in the attic. I'm confused by this because I assumed the living room area was kind of like the movie area but apparently there are some lower levels to this cabin. It might be cooler down there so I agree and follow her.

Apparently she knows my name even though I do not know hers. I don't even ask her for a name because I'm not the kind of guy who would make any moves in the first place. She seemed really interested in me and didn't seem to mind that I was a deadbeat. She told me she was a marine biologist and I asked her what she was doing in the middle of the hill country instead of being on the coast. She calls me silly and tells me she used to be in a marching band too. Go figure. This party is nothing but dorks, myself included.

There's an unassuming door we go through and once you make it down some stairs, there's this really impressive hall that's kind of high for being under a cabin. There's two seperate paths that lead to the actual theater room and whoa, this place looks just like a movie theatre with the seats, the big screen and projector, and the very limited lights that are dimmed before the movie starts. You have to wonder why anyone would even bother watching a movie in the living room area with all the noise from outside and from all the people when you can just come down here and watch a movie the way it was intended. What's especially strong is the fact we are the only two guests here in the theater room. The only thing missing is popcorn and snacks. The strange girl tells me to find a seat while she sets up the projector for us and once she has everything running (what a hero) she sits next to me as we start watching this movie together. I don't remember what the film was about but it was some kind of action film. Something that Michael Bay would film (Maybe it's that Skibbity Toilet thing he's working on lmao because it felt incredibly vague). One thing I do remember is that while we were watching this movie, she was resting her head on my shoulder and had her arm wrapped around my right arm, not necessarily holding my hand but my arm. I felt very secure and dare I say loved. I don't even know who this girl is but she's making me feel something I haven't felt in years. Like I was appreciated for who I am despite all my flaws. I don't really care about the film. I just like hanging out with this girl.

The movie finishes after a while and she gets up and already has even more plans for me. She tells me to come join her outside for some fireworks. I don't really have a choice in the matter since she brings me outside by the hand. I honestly don't mind this at all. Feels good not being lonely at this party. Even if it's just with her and nobody from my band years necessarily recognizes me. That's all good. Quality over quantity. It's already night time by the time we're both outside of the cabin and everyone is gathered around not far from the cabin. Some of the tents were already dismantled and a little area was arranged so that some brave students can start popping some cheap ass fireworks. Personally, I'm not a fan of fireworks.I've seen some disturbing accidents when it comes to fireworks and I had a roman candle shot at my face when I was kid, nothing serious but it burned a little. So I just stand there with my new dream mandated girl friend as some dorks pop some sparklers, roman candles, and those things that shoot out of a tube and show pretty colors when they explode in the sky. They were still playing that annoying normie music but I could handle it a little. Throughout all this, I don't see my high school crush anywhere. She must have left after she spoke to me. But I wasn't worried.

Finally, once all that was over, the girl then invited me to hang out at her room which was on the ground floor of the cabin. Just like the rooms in the upper floor, the guest rooms in the ground level didn't have windows. Her room didn't have a bed. Instead she had a hammock which was tied from one end of the small room to the other side. She told me I could relax with her on it. I wasn't so sure if we'd fit together since the hammock looked cramped. Would it support our combined weight? I don't weigh a lot but still. Somehow we managed to make it work and we're both relaxing in the hammock together. She's lying behind me and I'm extremely snug against her. It feels weird to be laying on a hammock with someone. You're dangling and the hammock is swinging slightly from the both of us being on it but I'm not afraid.

Eventually, I tell her I want to see what's going on around the cabin and she lets me off the hammock. She'll wait for me here so I promise not to take too long. I leave the room so I can go get something from my room on the second floor. Some guys are hanging out in the kitchen while there are still some guests trying to watch TV in the living room instead of going down to the basement where there's a fancy movie theater setup. I was going up the stairs and unfortunately, before I can get to my room, my dream ends and I'm saddened that I'm back to reality again.

I don't know if I was able to bring this across in this log but it really did feel like an entire day went by in this dream. Granted, not a lot of things happened but the way they happened made it feel long and realistic in terms of the time spent in this dream. I just thought it was worth mentioning. Even if this dream didn't start off on a good note, it ended on an ambiguously nice send off which makes this a good dream in my book. Not the best dream I had but it's memorabile for some events. I should have mentioned, there was a bit of sexual tension between the girl and I while we were on the hammock but nothing explicit so I didn't really have to censor myself like some other dream blogs I did in the past.

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