I was at work. I took an elevator (there's no elevators at work, so idk where I was), I stopped off at the wrong floor. It was an odd office. A child ran up to me; he asked me what the word for 'Mother' was in Japanese, showing me a very interesting picture he had drawn. I didn't know, and told him that. Another man came by; it was a large man, who looked like a native american, dress and all. He took the child, and left.
I woke up, got on my computer, and told someone I had this weird dream. I went to my kitchen to prepare something to eat, since I haven't eaten all day. I washed out one of my pots, and realized I was doing it in the dark. I went to turn on my lights, but none of them were working. I tried all of them, to no avail; I returned to my computer, but I couldn't make any sense of any of the windows. “Am I dreaming?” I asked myself, a bit panicked.
I woke up. It was a bit hazy. I could hear someone talking in the other room; it was my grandmother. She was talking with my mother, something about bringing gifts for my brother and I. I looked around. It was my room from back home, but not my room, it was my room since they retooled it for my little brother after I left home. There were a bunch of toys on the bed. Groggily, I got up, and my mother and grandmother came in. “Haha, only just getting up? You're so lazy. Not even making the bed!” My mother joked as she helped make the bed again. I was completely confused; I wasn't supposed to be here, I didn't remember having gone on vacation.
I tried talking. “What d...” I kept trying to ask what day it was, but I couldn't say the word day. I got more and more panicked as they continued their conversation without me understanding, until I woke up, this time for real.
I woke up. I was in my parent's bed again, like before. I knew that something was up immediately because I remembered the dream from before. I walked out and looked around; my mother was there. “Oh, morning.. are you alright? Is your head hurting?” I said “Yeah, a little.” And she replied “We need to get the doctor to prescribe some pain meds, then, if you're still hurting.” I get some water, and then start pacing. “No, this already happened; I was in a dream. I'm not supposed to be here. I don't remember travelling. I'm supposed to be at home.” My mother is sitting there, and she looks a bit confused, but sympathetic. “Oh, honey; you probably just forgot, I mean, the medication... sometimes you just black out for a while, and you don't remember where you are.” I argue the point, and take another drink of water (I'm thirsty now too), “No. It was the exact same. I woke up, and then I was here, and you were talking with... listen, where's my phone?” I go find my phone. Just like before, in the other dream (a detail I had forgotten, but remembered) there were no apps, no main menu, only shitty generic games, and the date said 2/19/16. I knew this wasn't real anymore. “See? There's only shitty games, no apps. This isn't real. This is just a dream like before.” She doens't have an answer for that. I pace again, and she tries to give the same explanation as before. I'm about to ask where my keys are, when I blink; open my eyes, and I'm awake.