Raspberry's Second Life

Last night I remembered three dreams but didn't record two of them (dammit) so I only have my most recent one to share.

I also almost DEILDed this morning but my dad made me talk -_-

Clubbing

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in my aunts car and she's taking me to pick up two of my cousins. Only one of them comes along. He looks surprisingly like my friend Sean, but younger. I shrug and go along with it, I haven't seen him in awhile. My aunt says we're going on a family holiday.

[Dream skip - Unknown] I'm in a hotel room or something. It's really big and open planned, but you can tell the different rooms from the shape of the walls. It's a dimly lit red area. I open my suitcase and groan. My aunt has only packed jeans and t-shirts. We're supposed to be going out! The only dress I have is the one I'm wearing. It's black and figure-hugging, and barely comes down to the bottom of my ass. I'm just glad i'm wearing black tights, along with strappy black platform heels. I can't remember the last time I was so glammed up!

"You didn't even pack me underwear!" I moan at her. She bites her lip and apologises.

"Sorry hunn, but I was busy packing the OUR stuff." She winks at my mum. I'm disgusted and decide to leave. She gives me a puzzle to do.

[Dream skip - a few minutes] My mum, aunt and cousin are already inside. I walk down a small hill to a brightly lit building. This holiday has been pants so far, so I plan to get smashed, I don't care if my family's there, they'll be wasted too. When I get inside, I sit by the bar. The guy fills a glass up with vodka and then whisks an egg into it and hands it to me. I've never seen that before but what the hell.

Suddenly I think this is a school trip. Where is everyone? I head outside, leaving my "vodka egg" at the bar. Up the hill, my english class is standing around. "Guys? Come on inside! Let's party!" I grab a few of my friends hands and pull them down the hill with me.

Kyle runs down with us. "I wanted to go in, but they didn't. It was MY idea." He pants.

I look him over, wondering if he thinks we're friends. "Yeah whatever, lets just go inside shall we?" Then we head in. Somehow all my friends have dyed their hair blond. I sit there, drinking my vodka (which I changed to lemonade instead of egg) playing around with their newly bleached locks, asking them questions about it. Then we head onto the dancefloor, except soon everyone moves to the side because some shitty pop group wants to play. I'm much more interested in the guy sitting beside me.

The dreamscene changes and I'm standing in my friends conservatory. Where's my dress gone? Now i'm wearing a crop top and low-rise jeans. I'm sick of looking like some kind of whore. I want my bootcuts and t-shirts back.

A blond, overally tan girl is standing watching me. She tells me she's going to be my personal trainer. I tell her I don't need one, but as I go to leave, she wraps measuring tape around my hips. Somehow it says my hips are 17 inches (which is probably impossible) and she tells me I need to lose an inch. She squeezes the tape down to 16, which really hurts.

She gets me to stretch a little bit, and asks what dancing I've done. "I've done dance-gymnastics" I say, but she just rolls her eyes. I'm starting to feel really heavy, I have to move slowly and can't run. So when she tries to get me to run and jump, it's really hard.

Then my dad shouted at me to wake up. I lay still but he wanted me to say something to make sure I was awake so I did. Meh.