I had some long drawn out version of dude where’s my car in my dream. Couldn’t find it in the carport at night where I left it in the complex I grew up in, parents switched townhouses or something. It took longer to trek, ended up in another house nearby and this sweet elderly lady (I’m guessing Japanese) was there with her cat and someone else who was around opened the door when someone knocked, this dude just barged in and was trying to sell candles or something and left on there then I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask (no one was) but I told him to back tf up and he started yelling about the hoax and plandemic and I ran outside ready to launch this candle at him but he was gone. I realized I didn’t have my keys in my pocket so I started walking north to go get them and ended up in some building where outside reminded me of west gate in AZ.
I passed some windows in this mixed residential commercial area and saw lots of beautiful clothing, and sketches hung up, and remembered many years ago when I pursued fashion as a career, realizing that’s what I would have gone after if it weren’t for tech. I kept walking and got inside the building and it looked like an old DOD building and again no one was wearing masks so I was playing avoidance. I walked down a hall and there was a chick giving a lecture with these other chicks sitting on these beds against the wall and it was some tactical thing I was supposed to be in so I thought about taking a seat, but again no one wore masks so I went towards the door to the stairway and this guy that was evaluating the lecturer offered to open another door that just led outside, and when I went through saw a lot of fences and asked which way was the exit. This asshole makes a comment about doing the work to figure it out and I’m like dude, I’ve been looking for my car all night, and he slams the door. So I keep walking west on this fort road and eventually the fence runs out to a residential street.
I cut through this area to the main road and there’s a lot of people, and food trucks, and this one black chick with purple braids grabbing everybody who walks by asking if they’ll get her hush puppies and when I walk by I’m trying to gtfo as fast as possible, but she asks me and I’m like sure, and walk up to the food truck then remembered my wallet is in my car, apologize, and explain really quick what happened. I offer to get myself sorted and come back and then I’ll get her hush puppies, she’s giggling and pulls my arm so we’re off to the side of the building and says I risked my life without even knowing it because I cut the line at the food truck. I had no idea. We were standing in a doorway and a dude from the sidewalk earlier was there, and this one other guy was making Jell-O shots and spilled some of the liquid all over my shirt so I started walking off and that’s when I woke up.