Alyzarin

Lots and Lots of Visitors [Non-Lucid]

My first memory of the dream comes in at my house with a friend who is over here very often, N, coming over. I can't remember much of what we did exactly, but at one point he said he was going to leave to do something. At the time I was on the phone with another friend who was going to come over as well, my old best friend from childhood S, and he was saying something as N was telling me his plan so I didn't exactly catch it before he left. He left his jacket, which I'm not sure he actually has, though.

The dream jumps forward a bit in my memory and S is already over now and we've been smoking weed, and I'm trying to get my friend M to come over now too. We're hanging out in the living room with everything pretty much out in the open when the front door opens unexpectedly. S's mom, who was definitely not really his mom, comes in and she seems angry, and I hide the pipe that's in my hand but there's still weed on the table so it doesn't do much good. He gets up and ends up having to go home with her, so I'm just alone now, aside from my parents being home too.

Shortly afterward there's a knock at the door and I think it might be M, but when I go to answer it there's a large truck parked in front of the house and a lot of people I don't recognize. The guy at the door was Hispanic and, if memory serves though it may not, there was at least one more Hispanic and two white guys still idling around the truck, and all of them looked equally tough and intimidating. The guy at the door had this really mad expression and I became nervous. He started asking me if some guy, also with a Hispanic name, was here and I told him he must have the wrong house. He started muttering about payback and how he had a gun and all of this stuff, and I freaked out and closed the door but I could see through the window that he wasn't going anywhere.

I walked over to the kitchen and started telling my parents the situation very frantically while trying to figure out what to do, and I noticed N's jacket still on the couch and began to wonder where he had gone and why he isn't back yet, hoping that nothing bad had happened. My dad went to the front door and opened it again and I got kind of scared, but he started taking to the guy and invited him and a few of the others around the truck inside. He asked about their situation and found out that they were trying to get revenge on some guy who had wronged them and they had tracked him here by using some special card or something, like it looked sort of like some kind of club card in the style of a credit card, but it turned out that my parents had actually registered that card years and years ago and then given it away, so the trail didn't actually lead them to the correct place. They accepted the story and looked bummed out, and I saw the guy who had knocked at the door suddenly looking much less intimidating, and the last thing I can remember is my dad starting to apologize to them.