We wanted to go on vacation to Australia over some short break from school, but there was a mass shooting in what looked like a mall there, so we cancelled the tickets. Then we were planning to go to Zimbabwe or something like that. Charlie suggested it. To me, I pictured Africa, but it was in the location of Colorado on a map.

When we (Mom, Charlie, Julia) were deciding where to travel, I looked at a map (a map became my entire screen of vision) and I saw dots in Kansas which indicated that David Lynch was there. Another dot indicated someone else, one of the actors David Lynch uses a lot (I think). There was something going on in Kansas, either a protest or some disaster relief, and I thought either David Lynch was filming something new or he was there for that other event.

During another part of that dream, I was at a table in a restaurant with a family and I was sitting by a young girl and she had a very mature vibe to her. They said something that made me feel like they were from elsewhere, but they were from Minnesota. I thought I wasn't in Minnesota, because I'd been traveling. But they reminded me I was still in Minnesota.

I was brushing my teeth at a sink with Mom and some other guy my age. We were using electronic toothbrushes. There was only one sink and I was off to the side, so I couldn't spit and had to just keep my mouth closed while I brushed. Eventually I was allowed to spit and it was all blood. The dentist (there was a dentist there) said something about me having some tooth or gum necrosis or disease.

Dreampt I was at Ben's house in Minneapolis and some guy was there adding videos to my playlist and Amy had on jeans with the [high school mascot] logo on the back and the kid slapped Amy's ass.

I was on Kat's porch and her family and a grandma were playing the lottery and they explained it to me—it was like something with old Indian gods. Then I saw a cat flying in the sky but it looked like Oppa. The silhouette looked like a cartoon and it landed in the street and I chased it but it was skittish and I told Kate to go get Julia so she could see it. And I was going to drive all these people somewhere at some point but they didn't fit in my car.

Grandma Sandy was sitting by me and we were watching cheerleaders get ranked in performance as a superbowl ad or something. A couple cheerleaders were doing flips where the girl was on the guy's back.

I was hanging out with Owen and someone else. Walking around the neighborhood. Playing “Animal Crossing Pocket Camp” or something. Getting chased by a bear around some establishment. I opted to be chased by a bear, but then regretted it because it was really truly scary. We came home from the walk and Charlie was there with all his friends.

I had a computer out that people were touching. One of Charlie's friends came over to the table I was sitting at and scribbled down something fast then he left, but I was looking at what he drew and asked him, “are those handlebars?” He said no, and explained his drawing was these two pandas and when I looked it was actually really good and detailed and I was shocked he could draw it so fast.

I was in a pool that was outdoors at a country club or a small private house for really rich people. I thought Bryce was going to be swimming there, which is why I went. I was swimming in their pool and the water was so wavy it was incredibly difficult to swim to the other end and get out. The waves kept crashing and pushing me back and I couldn't see how I'd be able to get over them. This rich girl was swimming too. She was really having difficulty getting out of the pool and was all upset about it—because it was something not going her way. She also seemed to be feeling competitive with me, like she didn't want me to get out first, which was likely going to happen because she was kinda fat. She did finally get out at around the same time as me, but she was so intent on beating me that she ran down the hallway and slipped and fell. I watched her fall and couldn't contain my laughter. I ran past her laughing like an ass.

While I was swimming all these people came in and started “bowling.” They were a bowling team that frequently met at the country club. I somehow got swept into their game. It was more like ping pong, though. Polterpup from Luigi's Mansion was trying to take the ball away, but that was just one of many trials of things that wanted to take the ball away. For some reason I was like the only person in the pool and everyone else was around me on the edge. This meant I was taking every shot that landed in or near the pool. I was nervous I was going to let the team down. I was wearing a striped blue bikini and the bottoms were slightly too tight and I felt insecure that it was squeezing me in a way that made me look fat.

As we were “bowling,” the leader of the team got a phone call and it took him a really long time to answer it. When he finally answered it, he got news that their team was no longer going to be him and his friends, but instead was now under the management of some other guy. He was all bummed out. I asked him who was taking over; I wanted to know if it was someone better than them, because to me they seemed really good and their team was doing really well. They tried to explain it using a comparison to personalities I know, but I didn't really get what they were implying.

Mrs. [teacher] or some teacher with that vibe was giving an exam that I hadn't studied for at all. I got to work with my neighbor though for some reason, I don't know. My neighbor was a sweet quiet girl I knew, but not someone very smart. I don't remember her identity, but she felt like someone I'd gone to elementary or middle school with, like she'd wear glasses and was kinda mousey. We were taking the test and it was hard and we were having a ton of difficulty. I'd say something like, “skip a problem and we'll come back to it,” but when I did that it turned out she just circled a random answer. When I finally wanted to go back over the questions we had skipped, the teacher came over and saw that we'd answered everything, so she said we had to be done or else the paper would get messy (if we scribbled/changed our answers). I was really bummed and kinda angry at the teacher for this.

I asked Katy Perry if she had lip injections or if her lips were natural. She seemed a bit taken aback and like she didn't want to answer me, but I was being very genuine (nothing backhanded) in asking so she did respond. She said she had injections. I said something like “I barely noticed (that they were fake),” but when I was looking at them I could definitely notice.

I was with some people. There was a small birdhouse that was evil. It was possessed, or something evil was happening inside of it. Something about torture or needles or something. It was being orchestrated and controlled by a little evil cat or rabbit. Me and one of the M. brothers were the most serious about stopping whatever was going on inside the birdhouse. We had a very serious conversation at the street corner by Luke's house, then we went into my house to look for something. Mom was upstairs sleeping. We started moving the low tables and some stuff in the living room. The living room was set up like it is at Christmas time. I think the Christmas tree was even up. Mom yelled from upstairs and was mad that the M. boy was in our house.

I was in a city in Russia that started with a V. I went into a stall in a bathroom and it was disgusting. There was a booster seat or something fixed onto the toilet seat. It was so gross I didn't want to touch it to move it away. It was really bolted on there too. I don't think I could've removed it if I'd tried.

I was with Trump and we were walking together through a building, like a lobby or a courtyard in a mall or something. There were other people around and I felt self conscious that I was with Trump. Like people were disgusted with me for my associating with him. He touched my lower back a couple times as we were walking and I felt uncomfortable. I don't know why I was with him. The feeling was like he wanted me to walk with him and I could've said no, but I didn't feel comfortable saying no to someone powerful like him, so that's why I was with him.

So we were walking. We walked past a check out station (conveyor belt and cashier type deal) that was just out in the open in the mall (or wherever). Trump went up to the cashier and told him to give him all the money out of the register. I felt nervous and bad for the cashier and didn't understand why Trump was doing this. It was like he was doing it just because he could.

In a small convenience store or gas station. Old man started selling chocolate rice krispie bars after I left a pan in his shop refrigerator. I came back and saw he had two more pans out for sale. He had made them though, and they weren't as good as my batch. They were strangely pale in the center.

I was on a porch with Dad and he was wearing a black suit. There was an air about him like that of a mob boss or something. I think he had associates around too, but they were inside the house maybe. This was the feeling.

I wanted to prevent him from going somewhere and doing something, so I insisted I'd do it instead. Possibly this had something to do with Lola. The feeling was that I was protecting something from him. And I was kind of panicked and desperate to protect this thing, but had to keep a cool demeanor. There were lots of nuances to our conversation. Dad passive-reluctantly let me go, but he sent spies to track me.

I got in Julia's friend's car with Julia and her friends. We drove and I said something to Julia about the spies tracking us. We drove into Minneapolis and I saw graffiti that said “bart world”.

I was talking to some guy at a college campus. We were in a city park type thing between buildings, but the buildings weren't so tall that the sun was blocked. Everything was made of that beige concrete color. The city surrounding us felt mega and endless. The guy reminded me of Jacob from Radio K. I was walking around with him and we were having a friendly and enjoyable conversation.

We ran into Kate, and I recognized her right away but didn't know if/when/how to acknowledge her. Kate knew Jacob and they started talking. I began to get the feeling like she was mad at me. I finally said something to her. Then I really felt like she was pissed at me and only wanted to talk to Jacob. I felt like she was mad at me because I was hanging out with him and he was her friend, in a possessive way.

I was at a motel with some people. We were leaving to go somewhere else, but I'd forgotten my leftovers in the room, so I went back to get them. I couldn't get into the building though. I looked inside the window and saw these kitchen workers who'd just finished their shift. They looked like they were done for the night or almost done for the night. One of the chefs was [handle]. They seemed slightly upset that I wanted to be let back in. Maybe they thought I was a restaurant customer instead of a room renter. When I got back to the room I realized that I still had a ton of stuff left to pack. Like I hadn't actually packed anything at all. I was really glad I'd gone back to get my leftovers, otherwise I would've lost it all.

Our room was either already occupied by new guests or the new guests came in while I was packing up my stuff. The new guests were a group of teenagers, like seniors in high school. They had a “bad kid” vibe about them like they were ALC kids or something. I enjoyed their presence and they were kind to me. I felt bad that it was taking so long for me to pack and that my friends were still outside waiting for me. I think one of my friends (dream friends, no one from IRL) came back to see what was taking so long. She was goth. Like your typical big titty goth gf type. I thought she was pretty cool.

I was in an auditorium and I had to solve one of the questions off my last math exam before I was allowed to leave. I knew it was an easy problem but I couldn't remember how to solve it. And I was scared the professor would be mad at me and become suspicious of my score on the full exam if I didn't solve it right. I saw that she was giving other kids different and harder test questions to solve, because I think she thought they'd cheated before or something.

The question was being projected on a big screen in a slideshow. Before I could write it all down, the professor changed the slide. I eventually built up the nerve and asked the professor to change the slide back. An old-ish man, maybe David Foster, was helping proctor the exam, or he was there for some other reason I don't know. He seemed mad at me for needing to go back a slide. He definitely didn't trust me. When the slide was changed back, I started to quickly write down the question. I saw that the slide contained the answer to the question—23—so I wrote that down too. But then I saw the man walking towards me, so I scribbled over it a bunch and drew a flower. I was sure he knew what I had originally done, though, and this made me nervous.

I also noticed my exam question changed when I requested we go back to that slide. It was at first a question about basketball or some sport, but now it was about numbers of flowers. And it had symbols of different flowers in a matrix or vector column form.