I was in my room and my light switch now had an outlet with an air freshener thing which would spray periodically, but it was broken so the liquid was leaking and spilling over my bed. Then for whatever reason, this annoying guy from high school called me to go to this housing complex in the outskirts of town to celebrate my birthday, and for some reason I accepted. So the day after, I teleported there outside the gate (well, it's more like a concrete wall with a door) and we walked towards a house that apparently belonged to my grandparents, but Fred Schneider from the B-52s was staying with them for whatever reason too and he had his own room. The main area of the house was absolutely minuscule, like there was no kitchen and the guest bathroom was literally separated from the rest of the house by shower curtains only. There were two couches, a shelf and that was pretty much it. I was told to stay in Fred's room in the meantime because he and my grandparents were baking some cakes. The kitchen was down the hallway and it was clearly an addition made to the house after it was bought.

But anyway, I went to the room and it was covered in wood panel and it had one of those modular closets surrounding the entire room where he had a bunch of cool and extravagant suit jackets, which I started to try on because they were so cool.

Anyway, after a while I was told to go to the kitchen for my birthday cake and it turned out the cake was a giant sheet cake decorated just like the collage of Keith Haring art pieces I have hanging on my bedroom wall.

Then my grandma chimed in to say she baked her powdered milk which apparently meant she just poured powdered milk inside the oven straight up with no container or anything and most of it got into the floor.

Then I was suddenly inside a taxi on this other part of town. I didn't even get to eat the damn cake. I was holding a bass guitar and this guy next to me told me how taxi drivers hate bassists and that I better get out of the car as soon as possible so I decided to get off the taxi.

I went to the bus stop to take a bus home but instead I was just teleported back to my room, where my mom whispered to me "Akira hates vikings." And then I woke up

Later, I fell back asleep and I dreamt I was in an antique store with some of my college classmates, and I don't remember much of this one but my hair was long, like below shoulder length and it was all fluffy. I was wearing a polo shirt, which I would never. I also had these really really ugly red rashes all along the left side of my body, like chicken pox but worse and huge, and I was trying to ask if anyone else saw them, but every time I asked they would ignore me. Anyway we were looking at this thing called "Moon Powder" which was like a hair dye powder you could sprinkle into a section of your hair and set with a flat iron and you would get colored highlights. The store closed, but before that, I saw a perfume bottle shaped like a heart and the cap was red with a sleepy Garfield on it.