Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate Thanksgiving and actually read this

This was pretty much three dreams packed into one:

Sitting at my computer, get two IMs. One from a friend of mine, Katrina, telling me she found some seashells at the beach and would I like one, they are filled with pink water. Another from Will, um, asking me out. I said yes to both of them, I think. Then I am at a large dinner table with my family and some other people. Someone is passing around a glass full of the aforementioned pink water seashells. I take one.

I think this is the first truly unpleasant dream I'll post here.

My mother and I were following the route that I trick-or-treated on this year (With my friends. Shut up.), but for no apparent reason. She had just gotten new shoes and wanted to show them off. We approached a house and she went onto the porch before me to show me the shoes and she collapsed (in a very loud and painful sounding way, sliding to the ground against the wall of the house). Then I woke up. And I never got back to sleep.

Driving home from somewhere with my brother. Discussing two people that I know that he doesn't, but did in the dream. I remembered more when I woke up, but not much more.

My goodness. It has been months.

1. I had a strange, but maybe not bad dream. I "woke up" from it and sent a friend of mine a txt message telling her that "I had a bad dweam. =(". Then I considered the profundity of the dweam in question. And then I woke up.

2. First day of school NEXT YEAR. I left my schedule in a classroom. I don't remember what class it was, but it was the room in which I take history. I left my backpack in a car (mine? My parents'? It was how I got to school and belonged to someone in my family, except I think it was the car that Will drives in this waking world of ours) and when I tried to go get it, I couldn't find a hallway that went to the front of the school, where the door that would let me outside lay. The only hallway that went in that direction ended with dead end because there was a FOUNTAIN. And some cheerleader lockers. I walked with my actual orchestra stand partner to the room in which we would both apparently be taking Physics (which I am not going to be taking). The teacher was my Chemistry teacher, except her name was different. I'm probably forgetting some stuff.