Alyzarin

Not too much going on this time, I went to bed really late and woke up really early for some reason. T-T I do remember one dream, though!

An old friend of mine comes over to my house and invites a bunch of people I don't know over for a party, and eventually tells me that this one guy I'd really rather not see is coming over too. I'm really already not enjoying most of these peoples' company and how drunk they're getting at my house anyway so I'm not too psyched about this. But when C, the guy, finally shows up, something weird happens. He doesn't remember me! And I know, I didn't really want to see him so this is technically a good thing, but for the rest of the dream it's really messing with me! We've known each other for so long, how could he NOT remember me? Then it starts making me mad and I start thinking about all the fun we have had together and wishing he would remember me so I could get caught up with him.

Grr, I'll bet he caused my dreams to be like this just so I'd want to hang out with him again, he's sneaky like that.

Aside from that, a girl asked me if we had any vinegar which I just assumed was a totally normal question at the time, so I searched high and low for it all over the house but never found any. After a while I went out front, which actually turned out to be the front of my cousins' old house. One of the guys and one of the girls I don't know where each out here, as was my old friend. I told him to tell everyone it's time to go. He went inside, and then the guy comes over to me and he's wasted. He grabs on to me and starts spinning me around with him while he drones on like a drunk child, then we fall over in the grass and he suddenly breaks down into tears and starts telling me how he loves the girl that's sitting out there too. Like literally, RIGHT THERE. And I'm like um, um, ummm, she's going to hear everything you're saying. Of course, she never looked over. Whatever, I don't even care at this point, I just want them gone. Flash forward to me in my room in the middle of the night when everyone's finally left with an imaginary episode of The Simpsons on TV. I remember it showing Mr. Burns's whole family and Lisa making some pseudopoetic statement about how evil he is. Then my door opens slowly and I realized my cat must've pushed it open, so I get up and push him back out then make sure it's really closed. I get in bed and close my eyes, then wake up in my actual bed.

Overall this dream wasn't really bad or good, just kind of frustrating. I know I had more but I was too tired to care about making note of them when I first woke up. I'm so tired.