Dream Interpreter AI™

"Lost in Revelry: A New Year's Night in New Orleans"

I was in New Orleans for New Year's Eve. It was odd because it was a city I never really wanted to go see. I might have been with a group or maybe I was by myself, but I bumped into many people I knew. I was in a food hall, a place with many different vendors and options. I was looking around. Nothing really appealed to me. It was full of revelers, people dressed up in party fashion to ring in the new year. Matt Straight, my former co-worker from Grand Lux Cafe, was there and guiding us on the best place to eat. But I kept walking around. There was a place with a long line, but I didn't see what the food looked like. I found a bar after walking a bit and saw Ben Schaefer, my former co-worker from California Pizza Kitchen. He was bartending. I sat at the bar and was glad to see him. He puts me a coffee, but I don't drink coffee, plus it was 6 at night. Since he gave it to me, I thought I would drink it, but put a shot of something in it. Still I didn't know what liquor I wanted. 2 or 3 girls jumped in and sat at the bar next to me, kind of crowding my space. I asked Ben for a menu to see what they had and it was expensive, peculiar food, pork based. They had a picture of a pig diagram on the wall to show where the meat was from. The meat they served was from a very particular part of the pig and thought to be a delicacy. Menu items were $85,$95. I could really afford it. Plus it was small portions and I really didn't know what Id be eating. I decide to walk around again. My thought was that I would return to give Ben a tip. Around the next corner was Chris Marx, my friend from high school. He was with his girlfriend and a couple other buddies I think I knew. He was sad that I had excluded him from my plans to come to New Orleans, but I reminded him we had talked about it the last time we met for dinner. He said, "oh that's right." I turn d another corner and saw Sean McGuire and his brother Brian, friends from high school. He asked how I was doing and we chit chatted. Brian asked if I wanted to play pool. I told him I'll pass because I'm horrible at pool. I wandered off again. Next thing I knew, I was on the Amtrak headed back to Chicago. It was a night train. It surprised me becaus even though I didn't really want to go to New Orleans, I had gone to celebrate the New Year, and now I was leaving the city at 8PM. I felt surprised like I had been moving in the wrong direction. I got off the train at the next stop. Northern New Orleans, or northern Louisiana or Mississippi. I was going to turn back, but there were no frequent trains running. I was in a downtown area and looked for signs of life. It turns out the downtown area was sketchy. There were two white families running to get into their apartments or Airbnbs to escape the gunshots. Gunshots were going off incessantly. The streets were empty and it was dark. I didnt know where to turn. I didn't want to run into any gangs or any people doing the shooting. I climbed up to the roof of an apartment building to try to escape hoping I'd be safe from bullets and safe until the next morning. A mom and her kids saw me and invited me inside to her place to stay safe. I took the offer and came inside. She said they also go over the roof to get to their apartment for safety, to lose anybody that might be tracking or targeting them. I then realized, I left my money and wallet in my jeans pocket which I left on the roof. I was in my underwear for some reason. I told the mom I had to go back to the roof and she asked if she wanted one of the kids to go with me so I can get back. I told her I knew how to get back and she said ok. I went outside to the hallway and then to the balcony and the ledge, tracing my footsteps, but there were so many twists and turns and interconnected buildings I lost my way. I'm not sure if I even found my jeans. At the end of it I was on the rooftop of a different building that I wasn't sure even connected to then apartment building I had just come from.