One Up Seeker

1. I was inside of my room, and the door was closed. My lights were also off, but it was daytime so I could still see around. Earlier my sister had told me that the Oreo Creme filled pies would be ready soon. I had already acted on that by going down stairs and getting 2 of them. I believe I got 2 oreo cream filled pies with vanilla crust. And now I was in my room. I started eating them both and finished them completely. I decided that I should go downstairs and get some more, but before I did, I looked at the sugar count on the nutrition side of these pies.
Each pie had 33 grams of sugar, and I had already eaten two of them. 66 grams of sugar was enough for me, so I decided to just go downstairs and throw away my trash. While I was counting up these statistics, I had placed my trash on top of my Piano(not cool man). The only real trash though was the plastic container, the leftover crumbs, and the liquid in the containers. (I still have no idea where all of this liquid came from). I assume that the liquid came from the pie itself, but I'm not sure.
I went to my piano and picked up the containers, completely full with liquid. As I did so, I accidentally spilled some of the liquid onto my floor. I got kind of annoyed and quickly placed the container back down before I spilled anymore. This time I was going to pick up the containers very carefully. I grabbed them slowly, balancing them while doing so, and walked downstairs with them. When I made it downstairs, I went into the kitchen to throw away my trash(in the dream my trashcan was in the kitchen, but in real life its in my laundry room). I made it to the trash can and put my foot on the tab on the bottom of it so the lid would pop up. The lid popped up and too my disliking I found the trash can full, and my hands were full of trash that was about to spill everywhere.
I decided to put my trash in the trash can anyways. I quickly shoved all of my trash into the lowest part of the trashcan. This worked, but I had also spilled liquid all over the floor. I complained about it to my parents and said something, even though emptying the trash can was my job not theirs. I went to our sick and opened the cabinet doors under it to grab the Lysol, which had bleach. I went over to the area where I had spilled my liquids and sprayed it all down. I then grabbed some paper towels and started wiping up my mess. After about 4 seconds of cleaning up I realized that the Lysol was still spraying, even after I let go of the trigger and put it down. I picked it back up and turned the nozzle to "off". This stopped it for the moment.
I continued cleaning, and now the floor was soaked in Lysol. Not even a minute after I fixed the nozzle on the Lysol, it started spraying again. It sprayed everywhere. I picked it up to stop it, but it just made it worse as I was aiming it everywhere trying to make it stop. I told my dad, who was sitting at our table casually. He told me to try turning the nob, but I had already tried that. He then suggested that I just twist off the top part of the Lysol spray bottle- the part where the spray comes out. I did so, and it finally stopped. Unfortunately, at this point, I had already soaked half of the entire kitchen, along with myself. I was covered in Lysol, and it also got all in my hair.
I started crying (lol idk, im not the type who cries really) because of this entire mess that I had made. Just then, some Indian dude walked into the house with his girlfriend. They were about to go upstairs when his girlfriend starting talking to some other guy next to me, who I didn't know. His girlfriend was a blonde, and she had freckles. She started talking to the guy next to me. Her boyfriend, the indian guy, passed me as I was standing in the kitchen, soaked and crying. He just looked at me and continued around the corner.
Meanwhile, he didn't realize that his girlfriend was about to kiss the guy next to me. They both were about to kiss when her boyfriend looked around the corner to see what she was doing. They stopped the kiss just in time.