I was driving back from Denny's.
I see Aaron, Tony and two women I don't entirely recognize.
I say I can give them a ride where they need to be going but there was a mass of books in the car so they couldn't fit. Aaron looked at me with a hint of dismay, but gave me some pot to smoke later.

I got to the living room of my house, somehow one of my dead neighbors was staying in a formerly partitioned room. He kept angrily asking where his medications were, I immediately went and got them for him amongst the hundreds of orange bottles in the bathroom. He was still angry when I gave them to him and the left the house angry.

At this point I realized that I was dreaming and ate the pot that Aaron gave me in hopes that it would wake me up. I went outside to find Tony, Aaron and the two unrecognizable women arguing and searching for something. Tony showed me a platform in his hand saying in explanation, "It's missing it's scythe."

This is where I falsely awoke into another dream, my father walked into the living room, he and were discussing the dream I just had as I followed him towards his room. As I continued speaking he became very distant as we walked through the door. I looked past my father standing and saw a duplicate of my father sleeping on his bed, I asked, "Why are there two of you?" He answered, "Because I'm eating myself." Immediately I began eating at my own hand, screaming, "No! No! Dad! No!." Then my father made a frighteningly ravenous sound and tore into my hand with his teeth. As soon as I accepted my death, he looked me in the eyes and I really awoke to write down this disturbing dream.

I know what it means.

I have to change.