Dream 3-12-07
I dreamt I was at my house in Lakeland and I saw someone, a girl I've liked for a long time, and then a bunch of other guys showed up too. My Boys were here, so we were down, but these guys just wanted to hang out, but I looked down and realized I was just wearing shorts and a t-shirt and wasn't exactly presentable, so I went in to get pants on, but it occurred to me that if a girl's interested she probably just wants to be with you, not really caring whether you're wearing shorts and a t-shirt or jeans or whatever.
By then I was in my room already changing, and it was getting dark outside anyways (suddenly) and my parents were yelling, telling me I owed them money for some reason, I think it was just $20, but I was getting pissed, and for some reason as I was walking into a room that I guess was mine (though all it had was my dresser) I yelled back, "WHY DON'T WE MAKE IT $40?! I'LL PAY IT! BUT FORGET SEEING ME FOR CHRISTMAS!" I slammed the door and after a while, the guys were at my window, waving at me to come out. So I started scrabbling around my room looking for my black shorts and shirt (outside night attire), except suddenly my room was full of my stuff and I was having a hard time finding them. I think my brain really was trying to remember where they were in my real room.
As I'm looking for my shorts these guy somehow get my window open and climb into my room, more and more of them until there's like 7 or 8. Some are around 13 and some seem 18-19, none seem hardcore, but they do seem to be up to something. The oldest one seems to be trying to ingratiate himself to me for some reason. I forget the shorts and put my black cargos on with my gun hidden under my shirt. As the guy is talking to me I start wondering just what exactly these guys have planned. I glance out the window and see the girl I like standing talking to someone, and I think *bait?* which then makes me wonder if I'm going to have to shoot one of these guys if they try anything. I'm somewhat disturbed at the thought and I think it wakes me up...the last thing I remember is the older guy telling me how I should trust him and then the youngest one who actually seems to be around 6-7 starts peeing on the back of his pants. I quickly grab his shoulders and slide him away from the kid and then I try to reverse the ingratiation by telling him how I just stopped that little kid from peeing on him and point at the little kid who is now actually peeing on my floor. I decide to take command, getting everyone out of my room and moving out...
By then I was in my room already changing, and it was getting dark outside anyways (suddenly) and my parents were yelling, telling me I owed them money for some reason, I think it was just $20, but I was getting pissed, and for some reason as I was walking into a room that I guess was mine (though all it had was my dresser) I yelled back, "WHY DON'T WE MAKE IT $40?! I'LL PAY IT! BUT FORGET SEEING ME FOR CHRISTMAS!" I slammed the door and after a while, the guys were at my window, waving at me to come out. So I started scrabbling around my room looking for my black shorts and shirt (outside night attire), except suddenly my room was full of my stuff and I was having a hard time finding them. I think my brain really was trying to remember where they were in my real room.
As I'm looking for my shorts these guy somehow get my window open and climb into my room, more and more of them until there's like 7 or 8. Some are around 13 and some seem 18-19, none seem hardcore, but they do seem to be up to something. The oldest one seems to be trying to ingratiate himself to me for some reason. I forget the shorts and put my black cargos on with my gun hidden under my shirt. As the guy is talking to me I start wondering just what exactly these guys have planned. I glance out the window and see the girl I like standing talking to someone, and I think *bait?* which then makes me wonder if I'm going to have to shoot one of these guys if they try anything. I'm somewhat disturbed at the thought and I think it wakes me up...the last thing I remember is the older guy telling me how I should trust him and then the youngest one who actually seems to be around 6-7 starts peeing on the back of his pants. I quickly grab his shoulders and slide him away from the kid and then I try to reverse the ingratiation by telling him how I just stopped that little kid from peeing on him and point at the little kid who is now actually peeing on my floor. I decide to take command, getting everyone out of my room and moving out...