PonyLemon

I was with my father out in the garage, trying to get something working for my sister. What this was exactly, I'm not sure, but I do remember thinking it was very expensive to be attempting it, and would probably be best to just buy instead. Later on I was talking to my sister and saying how we should both get really good at sword swinging, and that it would look cool in like videos and things. I remarked on how we had plastic swords, so we never had to use real ones, and would imagine myself doing "tricks."

Lastly, I woke up from my bed in my dream, and got up in order to go to school. I was so tired I would "sink" through the air slowly as I fell down the stairs (at one point I was standing and just tipped forward, landing softly on my chin onto a lower step of the stairwell). I saw my mom, who was a little exasperated that it was 1:00 PM and I just got up, but I gave her a hug and said "It's all good" or something similar. She needed to take me back now, so I first went to my room and cleaned the place up a bit. I found a scrap of paper I didn't want her to find, though I don't remember what was on it, and threw it away. I was also in a huge rush, so I took off my shirt, wiped my armpits, and reapplied deodorant, as I was scared I would not be able to take a shower for a bit.

Afterward I walked into the bathroom and tried fixing my hair. I noted I wasn't wearing boxers, but, for some reason, kept a rolled up piece of newspaper sticking out of my very colorful pants. My mother needed the newspaper, and I was a little worried that when she grabbed it she would notice I was going commando, but, if she did, she didn't make any comment. My hair was longer than it is now (I recently cut most of it off), and I was applying water in spots where I wanted it to go down.

I walked downstairs to wait for my mother and came across two dogs, one of which I actually owned (a really annoying, but likeable, doberman) and a tiny yorkie I don't have. The dogs were extremely excitable and would keep trying to lick me everywhere. I felt like my attention was only going to the doberman, so I pushed him back to pet the other one for a bit, which he responded to negatively, growling out of jealousy.

Then my stupid alarm rang (not that my dreams were particularly exciting).