lesson taught

My grandma and parents are in my studio. It's night time, about 9-10pm and we're all getting ready for bed. I decide to look through my peephole, I see 2 young adults standing in front of my door looking around. One of them is wearing a bright green mask of a witch and is actually dressed up like a witch. The other person is dressed up to but I can't make out the costume. It looks like they're just messing around in the hallway.

I decide to scare them. I start pounding on my own door, letting them know I know they're there [I don't know what I was thinking]. They are startled but decide it's their turn to do the messing around. They stand (creepily) in front of my door and start making noises. They're trying to break in my house. My parents don't even know what's going on. I'm not scared, I know they're just trying to pull a prank. The one dressed up as a witch puts a broom under my door, hoping to scare me. I grab it and break it. I then shove it back under the door. They're getting upset.

I open my door, thinking I could say something vulgar and scare them off. But when I open the door, I realize I don't have the dead bolt on and one of them is leaning against my door. I can't close it fast enough. The door's opened but they don't come in. We just stare at each other. I yell "No!" and just slam the door. For some reason, I decide to go outside again to teach them a lesson. I start using big vocabulary, trying to scare them into thinking I'm a lawyer that could sue them for what they've done.

What once were 2 young adults now look like 7 year-olds. I follow them into a cafeteria and tell them how they shouldn't be doing this and messing around people's apartments. I go on and on. They look scared. I tell them I won't sue them if they just apologize to my parents because it was their house they messed with [don't know why I said that, since it was my studio] and they agree.

They follow me back to my place, which is next door to this cafeteria and I go inside. My parents are asleep, I don't want to wake them up, but I want to teach those kids a lesson.

And then... I wake up.

scary movie come to life

I'm in the audience of this outdoor-like movie theater with my parents and sister. They're sitting in front of me because I wanted to sit with my friends. I look around and I see people I had seen at UCI but didn't really know them. I look behind me and a lot of my friends from UC are here too.

I'm next to someone and we're getting really anxious because we know the movie is getting to the really scary part. It's about vampires or something of the like. All of a sudden, at the climax of the scary part, the actors actually jump out of the screen into the audience. This was a surprise part of the "movie". I got so scared that I think I knocked my arm into my mouth or my friend's arm hit my mouth really hard.

I can feel my tooth wiggle. Oh no! It's going to come out! What am I going to do with a missing tooth??!! I wiggle it with my tongue and then it completely comes loose. I tell my parents and start freaking out. I have the tooth in my hand and I can taste the blood. I look for my reflection anywhere and see my gaping smile.

And then... I wake up.

misspelled tattoo

I'm in my room with a couple of friends. I look quickly at the tattoo on my arm but something about it catches my eye and I look back at it. One word is clearly misspelled! How did that happen???! I panic. I think back about when I went to get it. How I had written it down for the guy to scan and place it on my arm. I can't blame the tattoo artist because all he did was trace my writing. Maybe I DID spell it wrong.

I think back. I can't remember what I drew. I realize I made a mistake. How did I miss that? I begin to panic. How am I going to fix this? Am I going to have it permanently on my arm misspelled? I start stressing out and becoming really flustered. My friends aren't paying attention to me. I'm glad, I'm too embarrassed to tell them what I just realized. I look back at my arm and my tattoo is fine. It's not misspelled. I just imagined it.

And then... I wake up.

mean kitty

I'm inside a bedroom and there are 2 cats with me--a black and a gray one. The lights go off and the black cat starts chasing the grey cat.

They're running around the bedroom and are finally running towards me. I freak out [I'm a little afraid of cats, not going to lie] and the grey cat is clung onto the black cat, which is clinging onto my legs. I'm trying to get the black cat off me but he won't let go. I grab its paws and it digs its nails into my hands. Suddenly, the cat bites one of my hands. With my other hand, I try to grab its mouth so it lets go of my other hand, but it just ends up biting my other hand now. Its claws are digging into me and I'm now screaming from the pain.

And then... I wake up.

mom and dad's restaurant

I'm inside of a restaurant. There are only a couple of customers inside. My nephew, grandma, and parents are there. We're all just standing in the restaurant while I'm playing with my nephew.

Out of nowhere, there's a bunch of people sitting at the tables. I realize that this is my parents' restaurants and I had never seen it before. I've never even helped them with it or anything. My dad turns to me and says "Guess it got busy really quickly, didn't it?" and smiles. My parents look so pleased that people are here.

I volunteer to be the waitress but I don't even know the menu and I'm not even dressed. There's no place to put my bag pack and other belongings. I don't want to walk around in my shoes because I'll trip on the carpet. I decide to take off my shoes and serve people barefeet like my parents are doing. I go to the table where my grandma is sitting down and in front of all the customers, I start taking off my shoes. I'm wearing layers and layers of socks I did not know I even had on. I put the apron on and ask my parents what I should say since I don't know the menu or know how to speak Laotian or Cambodian fluently. They tell me it's going to be ok.

I'm wondering how I'm going to know which table is who and what to write down if they talk to me in Laotian or Cambodian.

And then... I wake up.