Jellyd0nut

Note:
- Before dreaming, I hadn't had my usual glass of water before bed...
- This dream resulted in a hormonal high for the rest of the day. Now, whenever I think of it, the same feeling comes back. Rather pleasant, really.

[Fragment; not related to plot]:
I'm floating up above a massive desert town. Kinda like a Las Vegas but slightly more dusty and fake looking. For once I'm actually kinda flying, but it's not like I am physically up there; it's more that the "camera" of the dream is in the sky. It was really cool up there.

[Plot begins; change setting to below]:
I'm in some sort of academic tour of a seemingly historical area with my "social studies class". We're in a small building (pictured below):

Anyways, we were on our way through (doing a gallery walk) while a class from another school was on their way out the way we came. There was an artifact we were supposed to be looking at, but the only artifact I saw was a girl.

She was Asian (reminiscent of someone I used to know), and rather beautiful. But what surprised me more was that she noticed me and shot me a smile from across the room; I did the same. As we walked by each other, we both said "hi" simultaneously. I felt pretty good

[Plot continues; change setting to my house]:
It's night time. I walk out onto my porch where my mom is chilling out, playing games on her iPad. Dad guns it up the driveway in an old (like 30 years old) beat-up red Chrysler coupe with groceries, and stops magically at the top of the driveway. He's looking a bit crazy-eyed.

At this moment, I get a call. I answer, and I hear this:
"Hi! I'm Ki, the girl you saw at camp today. I looked through the directories and databases to find your number, but I just wanted to tell you about myself! I grew up in [censored for privacy], too! --"
She proceeds to tell me a bit about her singing, and she proceeds to sing a couple rock songs, and was astoundingly good at it! She then hung up. Feelin' pretty good

My mom checked my email and discovered that Ki had written an email to me as well, and proceeded to give me an all-knowing "you've got yourself a girlfriend" glance.

[Plot ends; setting doesn't change]:
My parents task me with bringing our car to the neighbors and parking it. I asked Dad to move my car out of the way, and he proceeded to show me his collection of random crap he had stuffed in my car (like in the headliner and the vents). This collection included broken Joker figures wrapped in paper towels and Dim Sum posters...

[Wake up]