It starts where I am at an alt version of my local movie theatre (Emagine), and I go to the bathroom to wash my dog’s shit off my arm. I do not know how that got there, but I don’t question it.
I go to the bathroom to wash my arm off and I see some classmates come in, they’re talking about something wrong in the bathroom (maybe the sink is spewing algae?), but every time one goes out, another guy in the bathroom states that he isn’t back cuz “he got jumped”. This goes on for a bit until some guys come into the bathroom to beat us up. Including a morbidly obese fat man in the stalls.
Shit goes down and I forget most of what happened until I’m in my room and I hear that the gang of guys are gonna jump all of us. And the obese man comes out of my bedroom towards me, so I throw my water bottle at him and hit him until in an instant he becomes a lego minifigure and I pop off his head (this made sense to me in the dream). I try to throw his head out the window into the grass so he can’t reform with the rest of his body, but there’s always something that is preventing this. So I ran to the ocean shore to throw him into the water but it’s to no effect. Then (as if I am now a camera voyeuring in on others), I see my mom looks over and sees a pic of the LEGO head and immediately knows that my dad is in some form of trouble.