Sydney's Nightly Adventures

Are you sure that's not something else?
I looked into the mirror. My eyes were very red in the whites, and even my irises turned a slight reddish color. “Holy crap,” I whispered. “Maybe I should get some sleep.”

Formal, right?
I was in a crowd of people. Everyone was dressed in the same color: red. But apparently, everyone was supposed to act formal. I saw Ken, my sister. But in the dream she wasn’t my sister. I slowly made my way through the crowd to the opening where Ken stood. She was very formally dressed. She held out her hand and I shook it. She told me her name. Yep, my sister alright.
“I’m not formal at all.” I said, glancing back and forth between her and the people behind me.
I can’t remember what she said, and the dream ended.