9.30
I dreamed that I was invited to hang out with a group.

They were cool. Mary Louise and a thin southern girl were there. Many guys too. Everyone was energetic; everything was fun.

Then, they invited me to live in their house.
It was a hostel sort of place.
They said I should come over and see it, so I followed them there. 

I walked upstairs, and there was a group sitting on the couches. They were messing around. The southern girl was especially playful; she jumped on a guy’s lap.

As I stood there, the energy faded. I asked where the rest of the people were and was told they were in their rooms. For some reason, I had thought they were always together. It was strange to hear that they were separated. It was also strange to hear that they weren't doing much of anything. This was much different from when I met them.

I began to get a sinking feeling; a feeling of distrust. The mood was dead, nothing like it was before.

I was reminded of the Brown dorms at Rice.

Not in a good way.

The room was dark and messy. The walls were red. Couches were black. There was a neon Bluetooth speaker that everyone was playing music through. I began feeling there was something deeply immature about these people. They were obsessed with color and pleasure. They were dependent on the corporate technology around them.

They got up to go somewhere, and they were expecting me to come with them.

There was a tranny in a goth outfit, talking about transitioning. The more I looked, the more the room looked hellish. Black, red, and gothic skulls. I wondered if I and everyone around me was really a devil. I wondered if we were really in Hell.

I woke up, 


Kleynhes

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