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Slow night/day.

I had had one dream that I could remember well, but now it's gone. All I remember is zombies. I've been having so many zombie dreams lately. I'm never afraid of them, though. They're just a nuisance.

First real dream, I had gone on a trip with my parents. I remember that they were angry at me because I was late, so I picked up my bag, threw it in the car and got in. Then, I realised I hadn't put any "new" clothes there. We went away for a small trip a couple weeks ago, so, in my dream, I had just left the clothes I hadn't worn inside my bag, but I barely had any clothes. I knew my parents would be mad, so I decided to let them know only after we had gotten to the hotel.

We got toe hotel and it was really nice on the outside, but then we went inside and it was... ugly. Looked old and a little abandoned. Then, my dad tried to go inside a room that wasn't ours (he wanted to go to room 11, ours was 14). I told him to stop it, but he said he knew this place. I rolled my eyes and told him that duh, of course he did. We had been there before. Fin fact: I've never been to this hotel in real life, but this was the second time I've been there in my dreams. It's my dream hotel, except for the whole ugly, abandoned part. Anyway, then my dad said that a special friend of his might be there. His special friend was the woman he cheated on my mum with (in real life), so I got pissed off and punched him a few times. Then, I told him to go to our room already and if I caught him trying to find the woman again, I'd punch him again.

We got to our room and my bed was in the same room as my parents'. But my bed was covered (it was like a bunk bed, but it had only the bottom bed and the top part was used to hang sort of sheets around it. At least it gave me some privacy. I went "inside" my bed and found out I even had a small TV there. I thought I should tell my parents about the fact that I pretty much had no clothes there, but then I looked at my dog on the floor and he seemed so happy to be out with us that I decided to wait.

My second dream, I was going to class. I walked into the room, saw some people I knew from high school, but I didn't want to talk to them cause I hate people from my high school. I went to the last desk and sat down. While I was there, everyone started talking about this page on Facebook. In real life, someone from my uni made a FB page where people send anonymous messages to others. For example, if you saw someone and you thought "I wish I knew who they are" or "damn, x is really hot, I wonder if they're dating or if they kiss girls/boys", you send it there. Then, if the person doesn't give a damn about you, at least nobody knows it was you. Anyway, they started talking about one of those messages. I took my phone to check it and it was a girl looking for chubby girls. A girl sitting on the first row looked at them and she looked really angry. Somehow, I knew she had been the one that had sent the message.

The guy sitting next to me suddenly took my arm and, at first, I thought he was checking me to see if I was chubby enough to be chubby for the girl. But then, he told the girl "hey, you're looking for girls, I got you one!" The girl glared at me as if it had been my fault, but I just let it go.

After that, my professor walked in and I just wasn't paying attention. He came over to my desk to see me and he was like "are you okay? You seem sick." and then he tried to check if I had a fever. He made me get up and he took me to a different room, that turned out to be a hospital.

My dad showed up and, even though it was a different dream, he was still trying to find the damn woman. I got pissed off and I was going to leave, but then my professor found me again. He said that everything looked fine and then he said "are you sure this isn't gastroestethic?" and I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the fuck that meant. He noticed I was confused and he said "are you sure you're not feeling sick for emotional reasons?"

That reminded me that I was feeling a bit down, so I nodded and told him I'd pay attention to my emotions and try to get better. I left the hospital and went to the woman's house (the one my dad wanted to see). She was passive aggressive. She offered me ice cream, then she told me to stay in this place in this house, it was open, like a yard and it was pretty. She came back with the ice cream, and she told me we could only have ice cream inside the house, and not there at the yard-like place. I went inside to get the ice cream, she went outside with it and told me we could only have ice cream outside.

I sarcastically told her that she was very funny, turned around and started leaving her house. I think she came after me, but I had opened the two doors already (there were three) and then I woke up.