My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Dream Diary

I had a strange dream.

I stayed up late last night watching late-night anime, and went to bed under a new high-end down quilt I bought. It was a vivid and strange dream, so I wrote it down. It's called a dream diary.

In the dream, I was back in junior high school.

I was standing in the center of the classroom. However, the scene around me was bizarre. My school classroom is mixed with my workplace environment. Of course, my classmates, colleagues, and even my boss were in the classroom.

I was confused and involuntarily backed away, not understanding the meaning.

[Bassari…]

Then something touched my hand and spilled off the desk. I looked at it and saw it was a working document I did at the company. As I picked up the papers and put them back on the desk, a girl who does paperwork at the desk gave me a sharp look.

The girl was a beautiful girl with a twinkle in her eyes who was at the top of the caste in her class. My school and work got mixed, and even my classmates were doing their work. I apologized to the girl for a few words and hurried to my seat. The girl gave me a sharp look, and hard for me to stay there.

But when I found my seat, I found an even stranger situation.

There was a row of attached school desks with lids, and three placed school chairs in a row. On the leftmost seat was my boss, an old man who smelled of age and whom I was forced to work with even though I didn't like him. On the rightmost seat was a girl who was a classmate of mine in junior high school.

"Arrrgh!"

Then I notice.

There was a page with a scribble of an otaku drawing, which I recognized as my notebook on the desk in the middle of the empty seat.

My boss and the girls in my class had probably already seen the scribble. But still embarrassed, I hurriedly approached the desk to close the notebook.

"Eh!"

But as I approached, I saw that a classmate girl sitting to my right was somehow scribbling the doodle I had drawn in my notebook on a large sheet of drawing paper. And she was good at it, even though it was a pencil drawing. Against the background of a savanna prairie, my otaku characters, refined into animals living in the savanna, were drawn with a sense of movement.

"This… is OxO, right?"

Pointing to the characters, which were camels, horses, and others were running energetically. The girl classmate uttered a word I didn't understand.

I didn't understand what she was talking about, but I looked at the picture she had drawn and said, "Oh, that's going to be made into a movie! That's the world of that great science fiction that was expected to be made into a movie but wasn't." I tried to ask her about it excitedly. But something like a class suddenly started, and I failed to ask her.

Even if I wanted to ask her secretly, my boss was beside me. There was no way I could talk to him privately. When I reluctantly took my seat, the classroom, a mixture of company and school, was overcrowded, just like a crowded train.

There, I experience heaven and hell at the same time.

The right half of my body is in close contact with a girl classmate with whom I seem to be having a good conversation. The left half of my body is in close contact with my boss, who has a strong smell of aging, to the point where our cheeks are touching. I can feel the girl's panty line by being too close to her. And the feeling of my boss's shaving after shaving, when our cheeks touch each other. I wasn't sure whether I should be excited or not.

Then, the scene suddenly changed. But this is common in dreams.

I was in a corridor outside a building that I don't know if it was a school or an office. It seems the time I spent in class or at work, which I don't understand well, has ended. The place where I am now seems to be a very dilapidated building because of the painted railings on the exterior corridor and rusty stairs.

However, I understand it's time to go home.

I realized it was time to go home with my classmates, who were around me, and I decided to go home with them. However, we had no idea how to get down to the ground, so w were forced to climb through iron pipes to get to the lower floor, and the iron stairs were rusty like thorns, so it was painful to climb down.

After wandering around like this, I finally found an elevator. I pressed the button to get into the elevator, and when the elevator light came on, I knew I was on the 4th floor of the building.

Getting off to the first floor, I came to an entrance with brown tiled walls that looked like an apartment building or a multi-tenant building, but even it looked abandoned, with piles of terrible garbage. But the only line of human traffic was not littered with things, so I told them this building was still alive, even though it looked abandoned.

When I went outside, I could see a blue sky with the sun setting, although it was not yet evening.

I headed home with my club classmates. The return trip began with a large downhill slope. I took out a small tire to go down. I had hidden it in the front basket of my bicycle, which had been left there for some reason.

So I started down the descent with great vigor, but when I looked around, I saw that my club mates who were around me were also riding their bicycles before I knew it.

But that was not all.

I looked to my left and right, and before I knew it, my club mates, who had grown up instantly, were pedaling their bicycles with their young children behind them… Beyond them, some are riding in cars…

I realized that the slowest one was me, who was moving with a single tire, which I had no idea how to use.

On the way home, the group split up and headed back to their homes. Some said their goodbyes and left. Others disappeared before I knew it.

And then there were only three of us.

Somehow, I had sent the remaining two home, even though it was past my house. Then we arrive at one person's house, he says goodbye to only one other person and goes into the house.

Finally, there are two.

But as soon as there were only two of us, the last one pedaled his bike without paying attention to me, and the gap between us grew wider and wider. I tried to catch up with him with a tire I didn't understand, but I soon learned it was futile.

""………""

One of the last cyclists ignores me and speeds up. I can't say, "Wait!" to him. I know where he lives. But then I realize he doesn't like me, and I stop chasing him.

I see the back of my club mates pedaling their bicycles away from me. I stopped looking and suddenly turned my gaze to the left.

As I'm trying to catch up with them, I saw 3 gorgeous women passing me just a few minutes ago. What I saw for a moment were long, white arms and legs stretched out from their patterned dresses.

When I turned to look at them, I didn't see their faces, but they were chatting and laughing as they walked into the house.

The dream ended there.

Even after I woke up, the dream remained in my memory and was so vivid that I thought there were even sounds attached. Hmmm, I'm curious. I'm the type of person who cares about such things. However, I didn't know how to search for my dream on the Internet.

A while after I woke up, I was still curious, so I searched for "dream of being left behind by a friend" as a trial.

It turns out that dreaming of being left behind by a friend means [Selfish Behavior]. Dreaming of being left behind by a friend is a warning that you are acting selfish as if you're leaving someone behind.

Mmmm, a classmate from my junior high school club. And the three women whose faces I could not see. And the girl next door, and the old man boss who smells of aging.

Is it a warning from the past? A sign of the future? What was the dream trying to tell me?