My Dream Journal

I am trying to take a picture of one of my bettas flaring. He is staring directly at the camera. For some reason when I take the picture, the clicking sound isn't there, although the picture takes. Because of that, my mom rudely tries to take the camera from me.
I am in school with one of my friends who says that she was the illustrator of a book. At first I don't understand what she means.
I am in the basement of my church, running around doing cartwheels and stuff. I then run at the wall and jump, hitting specific places on the wall with my hands. All of a sudden I am in the car with my family. My mom tells me to return some things to Goodwill, so I run in and put them randomly on the shelves. I start to walk towards the exit when I see two globes. One is $41, so I ignore it. But, the other is $8 so I think I can get it. I take it off the shelf and start looking at it to see if it is worth the buy. I decide it isn't because it looks like the continents/countries have been painted on. I walk back to the car and tell my family sorry for taking so long in the store. (They don't really care.)
I don't have very good memory of this dream. In it, I along with several others are taken to a special room. No one else is allowed there. I can't remember what made it so unique.
I am driving home with my dad, and I wake up right after this. Right away I wonder how I got from the car to my bed, and then I realize that I had just woken up. (I do a RC just in case.)