My dad threw me a birthday party at this old hotel ( or maybe it was his birthday? ) and gave me a sweater, told me to keep it as proof "this" happened. This wouldn't have been an issue if he hadn't felt a little crazy. The guy was raving, got into a political argument over an idol I like -- I thought he was gonna shoot up the place so I told my mom he might've been planning something and we snuck out.
We didn't get in the car. We circled the hotel and encountered an older building, then hid beneath it.
I remember saying to her, 'mom, we should've gotten in the car, we should've left...' before waking up. Which is a great thing; I've had enough nightmares to know how that was gonna play out.
Interesting (?) facts: >The people looked at me in disgust.>The sweater was grey, and had some rainbow pattern on the front. It might've been a cardigan >The hotel had an ambient golden light, which wasn't warm as you'd expect, but sickening.>We hid by sliding through a gap on the building's foundations, so we were lying in mud and staring up at piping. The ceiling (that's not what it's called i guess but that's the word i'm using) was high. It was rather cozy.>>2419730
Stars, planets, something sparkly titled Andromeda. It's blurry now.