DANCIN' WITH MAH-SEH-HELF OH OH OH
OK... this dream is going to make me look like an idiot, and my dad like a cat lover. We are both neither of these things.
I'm at a house party. Nate Friend is there, and loads of other people from K-CO. I'll divulge identities shortly.
Rap music is bumping (and no it isn't Lecrae or any of that awful stuff). The entire party is pretty much all K-CO guys and girls, except this one girl. Her name is Dana. She is acting super weird towards everyone. She's taking shots of "stuff", and so is everyone else. I have no idea what the stuff is, but no one is drunk. They're just drinking... stuff.
I'm standing in a kitchen with my back to a counter top when Nate Friend and Drew Crowson approach me and start talking with me. About this girl who acting "weird". In real life, Nate seems to know when someone is "weird", so of course this would be no different than in my dream world either. For some reason, the music gets louder, and suddenly a ton of people that Dana "knows" show up on the other side of the kitchen.
Dana is sitting in a chair, doing Algebra homework at a crowded party. Nate and I noticed this and thought it was weird. Seems to be a recurring theme, eh?
Now the other side of the room is teeming with people. All who know Dana. Drew and I hear the music (as if for the first time) and start swayin back and forth in unison. Pretty soon, Nate and a bunch of other people are doing it with us. I see what's happening here. There's about to be a dance battle.
The grossest song ever starts playing. "Oochie Wally" by who knows, because I don't care and I'm not going to look it up. Drew Crowson goes bananas. Dana throws her books down and walks across the room to me, simply says "let's go", and I go. The kitchen, along with the entire house we were partying at, has been transformed into a gigantic dance hall, complete with disco ball and balconies everywhere. We start dancing like crazy people. I'm dancing with my back to her front, reverse grinding across the floor, when she knees me in the butt and sends me flying. I sprawl out across the floor and get ticked. So I run over to her and start grinding with her, dancing furiously. Slowly but surely we move across the whole floor.
At this point it becomes a real battle. She's grabbing my hands and trying to throw me down, as if me hitting the ground indicates that I've lost. So I one up her, and as soon as she knocks me over I start breakdancing. Crowd. Goes. Bananas.
I walk over to a staircase on the far side of the dance hall and go up to a balcony where there is tons of food and more K-CO people. Josh Casey is carrying a conversation with Nate Friend, Luke Parrot and Steve Miller. I decide that I'm hungry, so I climb this weird scaffolding style structure up to a place where there are sandwiches. I start making myself a sandwich on a plate that already has macaroni and cheese on it for some reason. I cover the macaroni with another plate and start assembling my sandwich.
Nate Friend: "You know the food they have here is terrible, right?"
I don't really care, even though Steve is leaning over a railing with his head in his hands. Apparently this is the place he's having his wedding reception, and he's ticked the food stinks so badly. I put a piece of turkey, a tomato, another piece of break, so roast beef, more tomatoes, and mustard on my sandwich. I spill mustard EVERYWHERE, all over my arms. I realized I'm wearing my white basketball shorts, and I immediately became concerned I would get mustard stains on them. So I walk (somewhere) and throw them under a porch. For safe keeping apparently.
I realize I need my shorts back, as now I'm not wearing pants. What the heck.
So I run down a flight of stairs to a door, open it and it takes me under the porch. I get my shorts, throw them on, and see something else under the porch, much farther away. It's a dufflebag, and it's full of my stuff. So I go crawling on my hands and knees to retrieve the bag. Pretty soon, I'm stuck under the porch.
I see Josh Casey from under the porch. I start yelling at him to help me get out. The holes that lead under the porch are too small for me to squeeze through, and the only one that might be big enough to get through is covered in spider webs, spider eggs, spiders, etc. Gross. Josh leaves, but never comes back. So I'm laying on this dirt floor. It has become night time, and it's nearly impossible to see anything without the help of the two very dim lights installed in the bottom front side of the porch.
After I wait for what feels like several hours, I look to my right and realize there is a door. The same door I used to get under the porch in the first place. I'm an idiot. So I walk out the door, and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I run into some random girl, who politely smiles at me and goes up another flight of stairs. I find two halves of a ping pong ball on the floor and pick one of the up.
As I walk around the front side of the porch, I'm suddenly inside. Huh. The house I've walked into has nice hardwood floors. For all I know, this could be the house that started out in my dream with the party. I hear that sound cats make when they're fighting, and two felines fly out of the nowhere. One of them is making crazy noises, and the other one is just chilling. Not too worried about the other cat I guess.
I throw that half a ping pong ball at the crazy cat and nail it, sending it running. I walk through some nice wood and glass doors and hear my father's voice. As I turn the corner into the room, I see my dad at a desk, with papers piled high. There's water all over the floor.
"What the heck!" I say to all that water. I should have said "Look at all the water around".
"Oh yeah, my cat did that" says my dad. He hates cats in not dream world. So do I.
Turns out my dad is talking to my little sister on the phone. He tells her that I'm there, and then hands me the phone because she wants to talk to me. So I take the phone and say "Hello!"
Nothing.
I ask her how her boyfriend Jon is doing.
No response.
I think about whether or not I can call him "Jonny".
Then I woke up.
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