[Mr. Wang]

It's not too often that you get such a vivid and weird dream, and are able to somehow... recount it step-by-step so much, and realize just "What the hell?" because of how... weird it is.

By the way, this dream of mine does not make ANY sense at all, and yet, I remember its events so clearly that... it's something I won't forget any time soon. What I'm about to tell you is the actual recounting of this dream. Believe me, this all in combination is too stupid to make up.

Spoiler for My Strange Journey:

So I was driving my car (a car which I do not own in real life) around town, for reasons I can't exactly remember. Nonetheless, as I drove along the streets of Las Vegas, cruising, a masked man pulls me over and tells me to get into the passenger seat. I comply, and the guy apparently steals my car and kidnaps me in the process. I somehow at some point look at my car being driven in third person, while it speeds all over town, with a fleet of police cars eventually catching sight and chasing after it, looking a lot like I was watching a Grand Theft Auto game.

Eventually, the driver loses the police and reaches the outskirts of town. In the middle of nowhere, the driver kicks me out of my car and leaves me to rot in the middle of the desert. After speeding away, I find myself wondering just where the heck am I. Not 30 seconds of wandering the sands do I spot a group of several of my friends walking alongside the road, heading back towards the city. Curiously enough, I see they're carrying large camping bags, and I ask them where they're going. They told me they didn't really know what they were doing, but one of the things I noted was that they were carrying a kayak among other things... which made no sense since they were hiking in the desert for reasons they themselves didn't know yet.

Eventually, a random police car pulls over on the side of the road and asks us where we were going. We told the officers that we didn't know, and the officers gave us a stern warning about lollygagging or something. It did not occur to any of us in the dream to ask these officers for a ride, assistance, or anything, and we treated their brief appearance at the road in the middle of a desert as nothing special. Apparently in dreamland, rationality, even for yourself, isn't always equipped.

After wandering the desert, we somehow were able to find a very large house alongside the road. Walking in, we find out that this house is open for travelers, especially ones who conveniently get lost, like us. The people who own the house allow strangers to stay inside, as if it were a hotel. After meeting several random people, one of my friends tells me he wants to play his Visual Novel games on the home's owner's computer, but the computer is riddled with viruses. So, I spend a lot of my time in the dream attempting to troubleshoot and get rid of the viruses so the computer is in working order.

Eventually, I give up and tell my friend that he's shit outta luck. At some point later, during some rather blurry events I can't recall now, I had sex with a nice young woman who was also staying at the house as a traveler. Of course, apparently strange dreams are not complete without some kind of sex here or there. Oddly, I fall asleep after the deed is done and wake up in an empty bed, feeling like I really slept alone. Did I just have a dream within a dream perhaps? However, I'm still staying at the house in the middle of nowhere, so it's not like I started a new dream altogether.

After getting out of bed and stretching a bit, I walk outside and realize that I apparently chose to wake up from my sleep at around midnight. Walking into the house's backyard, I see a very big athletic competition going on, mostly people doing some kind of sports with the pools which were apparently Olympic size. I see big screen monitors projecting these peoples activities, and detailing the competitions. It turns out that the house that I'm staying in is a big training facility for a reality TV game show competition in which strangers apparently can compete in various athletic sports and other things. I chose to sit back and watch though. The whole thing is projected in a room like a big sports bar with HD TV's, so we watched people apparently doing track swimming and stuff, all while enjoying snacks as we kicked back on reclining chairs.

The rest of my dream goes cloudy from there, but eventually I find myself waking up. After a while, it occurs to me that I just recounted everything that happened in this dream so vividly and in sequence that it's pretty scary... Freud would have a field day interpreting the meaning of my dreams.