Standing in my room looking out of my window on the road across the field. It's dark and it's snowing heavily. I see front lights paving the way for a bus. I know that there will be two girls, one of which I knew a long time ago and the other her friend, getting out of that bus to come hang out with me. I wonder why the bus doesn't stop by the red house at the road going down the hill to my driveway, and instead just keeps driving out of sight. A few seconds later, I see it reversing back up to the red house and the two girls get off. I watch the two from my window as I get more and more anxious. I turn the light out in my room so they won't see me spying, but I am quickly distracted by my bedroom being a mess. In panic I clear as much of the mess I can in a hurry and notice I'm wearing old unacceptable clothes. I try to be calm trying to find proper clothes to put on as my mother calls from the bottom of the stairs "Mikkel I think you have guests", while on the inside I'm spiraling down into a pool of awkward anxiety, almost at the edge of having an anxiety attack. When I get down in the living room, a long table has been set up and the two girls are sitting by the end. I reach out to give the brunette - the one I knew once - a hug, when she had awkwardly reached out her hand for a handshake. "Oh well okay" she says and laughs. I sense she's just as awkward and confused as I am, while her friend just seems kind of sulky. I sit down facing the brunette, our eyes catch and I wake up.