I was at James’ house but he wasn’t there. I was there for dinner but there was a sandpit in the middle of the kitchen and I kept sitting in it because there was a phone there. I kept calling my mom to tell her “his” parents were at the house too. (If you don’t know who “he” is, don’t worry about it. Basically the villain in the movie).  “His” mom started talking smack at me and as I opened my mouth to retort “he” came in. I ran into the kitchen and asked James’ sister where her mom was, she told me and I basically ran through the house screaming and crying. There wasn’t much anyone could do, then my parents showed up. We were all eating dinner and I started asking “him” some really inappropriate stuff. Like, cringe worthy. I asked my mom if we could leave since “he” wasn’t but she said she wanted to finish her lovely meal. My dad started asking “his” girlfriend questions, and I woke up.

What is that? Is that my subconscious reacting to bad shellfish or….? I woke up really troubled because I NEVER EVER dream about him and this was super vivid. Like, uncomfortable vivid. Either something is happening or I just made a biological decision about what I’m willing to say in front of my parents. Which, apparently, is a lot.