Mackinac Mountain Lessons

My dream last night was one of the most detailed and strangest dreams I've ever had. It was detailed and even emotionally touching at some points.

So I was at a "party" over at an anonymous person's house which I had never been in (don't remember his name). There were two others: Tim Victor and Larry. I barely remember what happened when I was over, just that we talked and stuff. I remember vividly that we were in a dark room with the TV on, and Tim was on the couch. My dad called me very mad at me, asking me where I was and why it was so late (it was early in the morning, 3 or 4 AM). I felt so upset with myself. Larry and I got picked up by my Dad, and I don't really remember what happened on the ride, except the stars were out and we were driving on a country road like the ones in cheesy car commercials.

So our destination ends up being where Larry lives. It was inside a museum, and there was a connected room to the main museum, where there was a small bed. Larry explained to me how his mom couldn't have him at her house (I don't remember why), and at that moment I felt some sort of envy for him. He's in my Intro to Chemistry class and sometimes I wonder what his deeper self is, and this revealed something sad about him.

I woke up for a moment at this point, and fell back asleep shorty after. I had a 2nd dream! I remember the setting so strangely. It seemed like a mix of Las Vegas and Mackinac Island, with the stores being on one street, and having intricately lighted and flashing signs. It was nighttime. I went inside a restaurant/bar type place, where I saw my Mom and Uncle Andy Jacobs drinking wine together. I had a small conversation with them, but I think they told me to leave.

I walked out into a sunny area, which looked like the dumpster area behind Marvelous Marvin's. There was a steep grassy and rocky mountain leading down from it, and a class was being held to learn how to go climbing down it. I joined along and went as we went down the mountain. But I wasn't doing it gracefully like the others--I was tumbling and falling down as I hit the rocks in the way. This went on for a while. The hill was connected and ended at the rooftops of the stores and restaurants, and the group stopped there for the final lesson of the day. We had to go down the roof and jump onto the street. The roofs were connected in a green banner-like material, and it was fairly long. Again, the other people could easily complete the task, whereas I fell.

I ended back walking into the same bar were my Mom and Andy were. My mom was comfortable from the wine, but Andy was very drunk. He said laughing to himself, "I haven't drunken in months, my tolerance is so low!" My Mom didn't seem to mind much.