the workout with Elliot Hulse

First thing I remember was a group of friends, all together walking home in an open field of what I guess was wheat, not sure, but it seemed endless.  The road was dirt, the Sun was out it was a nice day.  The house was a shack, an assembly of tarp, plywood, building scraps and rope.  You had to duck to get in, and remained so throughout the entire space.  There were sleeping bags in odd places, and in a spot on the floor next to a fire pit we placed an assortment of scavenged food.  There was talk between us how and what we could make with these to feed us all.  I realized that the food was not nutritionally balanced, and I thought of a place I could get a tub of protein mix, which could help us out a lot.  Someone in our group mentioned it was getting dark, and the other group would be home.  As it seemed, we were two groups of people sharing a shelter, yet divided as there was distrust toward the other and no communication.  I told my group to hide the food in our sleeping bags at our feet until the morning, when the other group left we could prepare and eat our meal together, without being harassed.  I left down the road as night fell, and came upon a 24 hour gym.  I went in and started doing my routine, I got on the squat machine and tried to bust out a set but I felt weak.  Then, I was approached by Elliot Hulse (youtuber), who I'm a fan of, and he started coaching me through my set.  I told him I felt weak and hungry and could have done better.  He offered to let me stay at his house the night, saying he admired my drive despite situations and wanted to talk more.  I thought cool, I can steal some nutritional supplements or whatever for the group.  His house was very nice, like a well landscaped villa in LA.  We talked about where I came from, I humbled myself and told him I meant to steal things from the gym.  It was an awkward, difficult conversation.  His voice was authoritative and angry yet the content was caring, but also expressed almost psychotically and sarcastic.  He gave me a tub of protein mix and I left both thankfully and sneakily. That's all I remember.

the Puck

The first thing I remember is involvement in a science class project or experiment.  I had a partner, and had a feeling about him like yes he's extremely intelligent yet extremely shy, so I'll let him do the project and I'll present it.  I asked him to explain what it was he was doing, he gave me a small black object that had the dimensions of a hockey puck, so I called it "the puck".  He explained that with this technology, there is no gravity or reverse gravity or I wasn't understanding it but I was using it to walk on the ceiling without a flood of blood to my head or my shirt falling down, or up???  Anyway, I next met with a group of people in what looked like a fast food restaurant that had no tables, booths or chairs in it.  Outside was a beach, we were supposed to film our presentation and on the beach was where we were setup to film.  They were having trouble with the camera, which was a camcorder mounted on a naked mannequin where the head is supposed to be.  It toppled over into the sand, and I told them I would clean it up.  They continue to film the project with their smartphones.  I went back inside and there was a television set up on a tall cart, like in school, playing our project to a few spectators.  It showed the ocean, and it also looked like it was filmed in '80's quality.  The ocean was overcast and the water churned, then a spire, obelisk, tower, whatever it's called, pushed out of the water toward the sky, and it was huge.  The top had a face on it which was changing expressions like anger, agony and physical exertion as it rose slowly above the waves.  The other students looked freaked out, and were muttering to each other, "it's not stopping... oh shit it's not stopping...".  My lab partner ran up to me with much urgency, and said he screwed up and needed "the puck".  I gave it to him, and he darted off, I assume to fix it.  Next on the television, on top of the obelisks' face, another face appeared.  It was an upside-down goats head, with spiraling horns.  The obelisk stopped growing, and my lab partner came back.  He said he used "the puck" to make the goat, which was growing against gravity. That's all I remember.

the dead and dumb Folks

First thing I saw was a pier over a lake, leading into a cave or mine looking entrance.  It was old and dirty looking, with rusted rail tracks and splintered, swollen wood.  On the tracks were a length of carts with wooden chests on them, just as rotted as the entire setup.  The ground was sandstone and dirt, barren of life as much as I could see.  I was conscious that there were men working in the mine even though I couldn't see them, and I felt an urgency to get back in there myself.  I was looking on the carts through my toolbox, and a mans voice told me to hurry the fuck up, and get back inside.  I replied I needed batteries for my flashlight, then suddenly the guy grabs my box and drops it into the water and leaves.  I was angry, but felt that sort of oppression like there was nothing really i could do about it.  I had an idea though, if I dropped the chests into the water they would make me go get it, and in doing so I could retrieve my toolbox.  After releasing the brakes and dumping it, another man came out the mine to assess the mess, and I told him it was an accident, but I would dive down with a rope so we could pull them out.  He agreed, and when I dove, I realized the chests had sunk into a vertical mine shaft on the lake bottom.  I didn't find my tools, but when I entered the mine shaft there was no water in it.  Other people started coming in once I found it and opened a door.  Inside was more like outside, the room was endless and had a sun which was setting.  The door was in a wall that rotated, stopping in each compass direction, I guessed since it first opened toward the setting sun.  It would continue to the next only after a few seconds.  There were also people there, spaced away from each other and in ethereal moods.  They looked dead and dumb.  I decided to leave, and the group I came in with were arguing which direction the door was facing when they entered.  I assured them it was west, but they resisted.  Some more people came out the door, yelling that whatever direction was wrong and it opened up to other places where more people were lost.  I was noticing a few people get very fed up with the arguing, and in a rage would take some space to themselves, walk away and look as dead and dumb as the people already there.  That's all I remember.

the tiny Town

First I remember hearing a voice from outside, as if it were being broadcast out loud.  It sounded angry and intense, it was a loud murmur of hateful insults that I felt annoyed yet tolerable of and tried to not listen.  It was as if I was used to it, it was natural to everyone.  I also felt sick, like a fever.  Perhaps the voices were only annoying because I had sickness making me irritable.  I walked into a hospital, it was late and dark inside the building except the light around the clerks desk.  I spoke to the clerk, and I also felt an overwhelming sexual attraction to her, of which I had thoughts of briefly while explaining to her I had a fever.  She told me there's nothing they can do so I left, when I got to a small house that was my unfamiliar home, there was a man there.  I didn't recognize him, he was Anglo with black hair and trimmed beard, same age as I.  He was in progress of unpacking his things in one of the rooms, I asked if he was alright.  He said yes but he needed somewhere to store his clothes, and I thought of an idea.  My father has an old dresser he's not using that (in real life, I kept in my apartment empty for a long time before throwing it away).  The dresser was with my father in the dream, and he worked at the hospital as a phlebotomist.  I told my new roommate (I guess) that we can go back to the hospital and get it from him, when my intention really was to see that clerk again, and again sexual thoughts entered my imagination.  We left, and inside the hospital there was another light in a waiting area, full of people who were crying or staring at the floor with dull, listless eyes.  It felt really fuckin' sad in that room, so I asked the clerk what was going on.  She was the same clerk, but in a different body, someone I recognized, and the sexual desire for her was still there.  She said the voice outside was making them sick with sadness.  I then wanted to see the source of that angry voice, it was dawn and the large hospital windows glowed bright from dirty streaks catching the rising sunlight.  Outside, I looked for the voice, I was fixated on seeing a sound system attached to the power line poles or the rooftops of taller buildings.  I saw something else that was pretty bizarre for me.  The giant was unreal and unbelievably large, the entire town could have fit on a fingertip.  The sun was slowly revealing more and more, I could see its legs were lined with a series of hollow holes, as well as its arms,staggered rows like the arrangement of a wasps nest.  It triggered my tryptophobia and made me not want to see any more, it was so disgusting (it's that gross for me to type about it anymore), but I wanted to see the face and be sure that was the voice.  It knelt facing down at the town, moving slightly and slowly, still a giant silhouette being slowly uncovered as the sun rises.  It had seven horns that came from its lower back neck.  They were massive and each was a half circle, one circling over the top of the head and three down both sides.  The horns were not sharp, instead had four sides down the length and ended in a blunt square.  It looked like if u ever pressed Play-Doh through a hollow square, and it curls over.  When I finally looked at the face, it was human-like.  Its head nodded with each hateful murmured remark, but the lips don't move.  Next I saw its skin, which reminded me of putting aluminum foil over a grill.  It was gray-black like soot, crinkled and had reflective bits where the foil still showed.  I then realized the face was not real, but like a mask, because the hateful words were muffled and unclear even though they boomed like lightning, and its expression never changed, just the head nodded rhythmically with its insults directed at the town.  That's all I remember.