It was Easter and my friends and I wanted to get together for a party. It was night time, and I was driving home in the car with my parents and Matthew. My mom was driving. On the way, we passed Miguel’s house. It was white, really big and nice, and it was all lit up. He was walking on the side of the road. We stopped so I could talk to him. I asked him if we could all come over to his house for a party, and he said okay.
Then I was on his doorstep. I felt badly for inviting myself over and for arriving early, so I didn’t ring the doorbell. I just went inside and laid down on the welcome mat. To my left, there were a few pairs of shoes lined up by the door. Straight ahead of me was the kitchen, and on either side were living spaces. I had my iPod in my hand and my headphones in, but I wasn’t listening.
A while later, he came down to answer the door for me, but I was already there. He said hello, and he said that everybody had already arrived. It turns out it was a surprise party for my birthday, not an Easter party. Everyone appeared. I don’t remember any distinct people except Andrew. We all went into the living room to the right. There were multi-colored balloons in there. I still felt badly for imposing.
At the end of the party, I went to go say thank you to Miguel’s mom, who was sitting in the dining room talking to my mom. There was a plate of brownies on the table. I wanted one, but I decided not to have one. My mom and Miguel’s mom were sitting on either side of a small, two-person table.
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I’m hackin’ pissed that this wasn’t a lucid dream. If I’d had known I was dreaming, I would have eaten that whole plate of brownies.
