result of puzzling times

5/13

I dreamed I was at a club/bar venue, and Luke R was playing there. There was a great scavenger hunt/game happening, yet this was just a side plot. I recognized Andy (though it didn't look like him) and suddenly realized he knew much more about me than I first assumed, like Moriarty. Without saying much I knew he had dangerous information about me. He was willing to give it back to me - but I had to solve another puzzle to find it. Handing me a clue, he smiled creepily, and I pathetically felt bad for ignoring him, hugged him and left. The clue was a metal bracelet with numbers, and my name, spelled backwards, impressed upon it. Though, it wasn't actually my name - the letters: POLSLUT were. As if I was some prostitute - which in my dream felt to be true. 

I began attempting to solve it right away. It lead me to a rusty old truck in my backyard, but I got stuck. I couldn't decide what the numbers meant.

Then, I resumed to the universal/main puzzle. I was still in my backyard, and an overseer (my dad was the puzzle-creator) was trying to give me some clues. Peeking out the laundry-room window, he told me something about the sky, so I kept gazing upward. Suddenly I viewed the pale moon, then many other moons, all in different phases, and arranged in a perfect grid. I lay on my back and exclaimed at how beautiful the moons were.

Then I was inside, near the small restroom. This clue was written out on stick notes, and I had to answer a question by 'typing' it in (it began to function as a computer game). The question read:

"Laura is obsessed with Birkenstock (or some shoe brand, but not like the actual one) and who loves to wear them?" I didn't know what the shoes looked like, so I had to ask Laura to show me. Her pair reminded me of Victorian lace-up boots, so I immediately thought of my friend Cat, since she has similar ones. As I tried to type it in, everything glitched and forced me to start over. I didn't mind though, since I hadn't fully solved the first clue and I wasn't too far.

I was on the shore, sorting through rocks, and noticing the odd presence of cauliflower. A lady enthusiastically came over to help me, and tried giving me hint. "Call-a-flower," she winked, "What does that make you think of? Huh?" I was at a loss. Whatever "flower" meant, it wasn't about a plant. Then she spilled it, "Flower? You know like helicopter, flower!" This made some sense to my dreaming self, and I believed that it was about a helicopter, as it was an island.

When I woke up, I googled whether flower could be another name for a helicopter. It is not.

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