I had a dream that I was at some kind of camp held in a big house that was sort of like this awesome vintage house me and my boyfriend looked at. My friend Casey was there. I couldn’t find out which bunk I was supposed to sleep on. Some girl was bullying me and I told her I wouldn’t tolerate it anymore. I was in some kind of classroom and I went to the bathroom and took off my shirt. I tried to find another, but I couldn’t, and then I lost my shirt. I went back into the classroom half-naked and looked for a shirt but still couldn’t find one and after a silence, the whole class and the teacher started laughing at me.
Everyone was going to go see an opera but I couldn’t because I had no money. When camp was over, I was outside the house raking leaves with my father, my boyfriend, and my brother. My brother was wearing a strange shiny yellow and blue outfit with a tube top.
Some guy down the street was calling Asian people yellow and generally being a racist asshole. When he walked by, I confronted him about it. He left, but then rounded up all his friends. There were probably a few hundred people. They were chasing me. My father was upset that I’d provoked them, but I wanted to be brave and I was proud of myself for standing up for myself again. I became dizzy and had to sit down for a minute, then I felt better. All of the people came inside the house and I thought they were going to destroy everything, which was worrisome since I did not own the house and didn’t want to be held responsible for any damage. However, instead of attacking, they gathered around the couches and began to give a concert. I went outside and climbed a huge fire tower and found a bunch of luggage at the top.
I’m missing a bunch of the details but I feel like this ended up being a pretty decent effort at recording my dream. Whew, what a weird one.