This All Ends Really Badly

I'm am at someones house

I'm with someone who gives music lessons. Some strange type of power games has happening between him and the person who employs him for rich clients to give lessons

Hugh Jackman is one of the people he gives lessons to

She (the agent) is trying to cut the man giving lessons out and steal his clients somehow

He unwittingly foils her plan. It is as is Hugh Jackman has decided to cut her out instead

And all he had to do was ring someone else to offer good services to try fill a empty appointment after she cancelled on him

Something happened behind the scenes and suddenly he's back for his appointments and she is very unhappy

She is really pissed off

You can tell she is scheming something else, though I doubt anyone trusts her now, she still seems very dangerous

I am just a passenger or friend watching this all unfold

So, back to the party, where my friend who gives music lessons is off somewhere doing something (I assume giving lessons)

I am sitting outside with socialising people I don't know and the pissed off woman

A male friend of mine is inside doing a drug deal with someone in their living room

I'm listening to different random channels of sound, like YouTube videos without video, except I'm somehow listening to them through a wall with my head against it

A unheard of female musician starts playing and she is really good

I feel really pleased, like I am someone who finds unheard of and unknown talent, like this woman

I think the agent woman knows who I am and somehow, the reason I feel happy to find this woman, is because I know it proves something so that suddenly, I am no longer just a passenger with everything that is happening

I have found something which gives me the power to fix everything

Whatever the agent woman is planning, it won't work now. She's not even on the radar of concern any more

Everything is going to be good now, at least for me

Then the music starts playing loudly through a set of speakers from inside the house

I look around as if to say "I didn't do it"

The loud music seems to be bad, like it's going to disturb all the "serious dealings" going on inside

So the agent lady unscrews a panel on the wall to access the speaker inside the house

She knows it's not my fault the music started playing loudly and she's going on to fix it

Then ...

While I'm sitting there with random people I don't know, with the agent woman in fixing the music to turn it off, one of my music teacher friends off somewhere doing something and my other male friend in the house doing the "serious" drug deals (or something similar, I'm not sure exactly what) I get a sense of foreboding

Everything feels like it falls into alignment and I see a rapid series of images and thoughts inside my head (inside my dream) and I suddenly realise something with absolute certainty

This is going to end really badly

I'm not sure exactly will, or how it will, but I know it will

So much so that I stand up and say

"This is going to end really badly"

Without thinking

Everyone looks at me confused, so I clarify by adding "not this here, right now, but these sequence of events"

I tell them all I have to go. Because whatever is happening here, I want no part of it

I'm getting as far away from these people and the events taking place as I possibly can

A friend of mine is still doing his business dealings with someone (illegal type) in the loungeroom and I want to warm him before I go and let him know I'm leaving

I text him to tell him I'm at the door, because I don't think he knew I was there until I did

He stops what he is doing and lets me in a door around the side of the house on the way out, which feels like the front door

He is happy to see me

I try to tell him quickly before leaving, but I manage to get invited inside in the middle of everything that is taking place before I can

There is a man with tattoos on his arms standing at the counter between the kitchen and loungeroom. He resembles Midas from the computer game Fortnite

He tells the man I'm his friend Sam and then before I can tell him what I need to tell him and leave, he's told me something about trying the drugs on the bench, said he'll be back in a second and he's left

I have no idea what type of drugs they are on the bench, but I'm not going to try them

It looks like the Midas-looking man is doing something to the drugs. Cooking them somehow. But not cooking them in the sense of chemistry, more in the literal sense of cooking. Like a chef in a kitchen

He asks me if the people who own the house have any BBQ sauce

I tell him I don't know and he'd have to ask my friend who just ducked out of the room for a minute

But, I walk a few steps to the kitchen and start looking through a large, open shelf of condiments for him anyway

Hundreds of different types of sauces, but none seem to be barbeque sauce

I don't really feel comfortable looking through the shelf because it's not my house, but at the same time I don't think the owners would care if they found me doing it considering the circumstances, so I think whoever the owners of the house are, i know them, just not very well

I don't get to warm my friend

Instead I wake up

And I still have the sense that something, whatever it is, 'is not going to end well'

Enough so, that I felt urged to write this straight away

Whatever it is that isn't going to end well, I'm glad I have no part in it/have nothing to do with it