I was on the road omw home with a friend and there was an accident on the street I grew up in. We walked up and spoke to the officer, then there were a bunch of kids around and these stands and candy, baked goods, etc. The friend walking with me grabbed a cupcake with purple frosting and we ate it while walking. When we got to the back patio I said something (can’t remember) and he said not to say it out loud. When I asked why these crips were going through the neighborhood, and they turned around when we realized we were locked out of the house. We hid in the corner of the patio away from the carport and eventually heard someone on the phone laughing and then they left.
I heard noise on the other side of the door and realized someone must have been home and knocked. I was upstairs in bed talking to someone I apparently dated in the dream in the past and got back with? We got in some argument. Later I was stuck in some weird older house with wooden floors and went to a room that apparently belonged to or I was sharing with a girl named Bekha. 3 prongs were bent on my laptop charger and one was missing but this piece connected to the laptop not the outlet (weird right?) so I grabbed the one from the other laptop on the bed (It was an Apple charger) to borrow it until she got home.
I walked around the house and in another room saw a little girl named Jade watching punk music videos and commentary on tv. An ex had walked in and sat down next to her to watch. He’d grown a little facial hair and I thought it looked ridiculous. He came to me later to explain he’d always talked about music and been influenced by punk, and this was his inspiration to use this material and to use the videos and commentary as an aid to cut time and help get points across, he wanted to talk about its origins as well as the origins of poetry and spoken word and to put the two together. He asked me if I was happy for him since I’d been silent so I said “yeah” but just couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. I was happy he’d found what he considered a purpose but upset about how he’d hurt people. I thought about how my worries were the same but then realized I had more help to get through them now. I heard him looking for me to keep talking and I went back into the room with the laptop, there was no lock on that door. After shutting it I ran into the bathroom and locked that door, then thought if I ever built a house I’d use cinderblocks so noise wouldn’t go through the walls so easily and woke up.