I was traveling down a FFXIII-esque mountain with Scott, a childhood friend, and some other nameless people. After crossing a bridge thing we were on a little platform with a podium on it and we stopped to read what was written on it.
When we go to look at it, suddenly there is a guy sitting on a rock behind us and we whirl around. I know I've met him before in the dream but I don't remember that far back, nor do I recall his name. I know he is a total asshole. Scott is itching to fight him and says something insulting. The guy (hereon known as Jerkface) picks him up and throws him onto another platform not too far away. Scott struggles to get up while Jerkface explains with a you-can't-do-anything-about-it smile that he is going to tag along with us.
He say's he's interested in what we're trying to do, which I don't really remember from my dream. He also explains that there is an army camped at the bottom of the mountain that he has secretly lived amongst for a while, but that he had to leave. He is used to living among liars and thieves and fighters, but something was amiss. The level of corruption and inhumanity among the army was abnormally high and even he couldn't deal with it for that long. Something had corrupted them, and all I remember is that "what we were trying to do" had something to do with the corruption.
At the end of that conversation, the dream switched settings but not characters. I was at my house, watching from a dining room window as Scott and Jerkface grappled on my front porch. They're snarling at each other and trying to push each other off the porch, and Scott is furious because he is losing. My brother Matt walks up behind me and says "Shouldn't you stop them or something?" and I say "it's their business."
However, Jerkface manages to push Scott far back and he staggers and trips off the porch. Jerkface moves to follow and I rush out the door saying "woah woah, that's enough"
Scott is furious and ashamed and gets up and starts walking home without a word. I call after him, "do you want a ride home from Matt?"
He calls back with a sneer, "I'm not gonna be alone," which didn't make sense to me because being in a car with someone is the opposite of being alone. He starts running.
It takes me a minute in the dream of trying to work through what the hell he meant by that when he appears in the distance, coming back my way. He mutters as he passes me, "I realized I wouldn't be alone," and we pile into the family van (Jerkface is no longer present) and right as I buckle my seatbelt, I wake up.
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