It was like a trip. I’m napping at some beach house at a resort and wake up, some movie with Katie Holmes and Ashton Kutcher is on the tv. Look outside the window and see peeps swimming and walking around, decide to go outside and some dude with strawberry blonde hair gets out of the pool, smiles at me and walks off. Decided to put on a wrap dress over my swimsuit and some dude starts creeping on me so I yelled “stop creeping on me” every time he got closer until he went away.
There were a bunch of people and some kind of snow cone stand behind me. This chick was giving me side eye and made a comment about me being racist so I got right up in her face and told her that I told the previous guy to leave me alone because he was creeping on me, not because he’s black, and everyone understands creepy vibes when someone pushes personal space or boundaries… and I’m walking with these girls stating my case, and through the crowd this group of goth kids (high school or college age) pass us and their legs are long like they were wearing stilts under their pants.
And I ended up at this homecoming game rally and peeps were in Westwood letter jackets, people were holding hands and going in circles around a bonfire and this lady grabbed my hand, and I saw someone very familiar and grabbed him with my other hand. He was tall, shoulder length dark hair, and had greenish blueish eyes. We all ended up sitting on bleachers and he mentioned taking some girl to the dance that night so I turned away from him and took off my hoodie (I don’t know when I switched to jeans and a hoodie in the dream).
It was weird, we weren’t supposed to be teenagers. I would look away and back, I noticed his watch was white and analog. I though no… it should be a black digital watch, and when I looked back it was, and we were adults, and we were alone but that’s right when I woke up.