My Dream

A couple of weekends ago my boyfriend, Chaske, and I went home for my dad's 50th birthday party. Usually when we go home for the weekend we come back on Sunday, but this particular Sunday we decided to stay the night and head home in the morning because the party didn't get over until late and Chaske was tired after hunting all day with my dad and brother. Sometime during the night I had a dream that we had gotten home to find Chaske's little brother, Kameron, who is living with us at the time, throwing a party at our trailer. When we walked in, him and five other people, one of which being an old friend of mine, were hovering around a bottle of liqueur making a lot of noise. I drug Kameron into my bedroom and proceeded to yell at him for having a party. At this point I realized that he was high on meth. I looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "I know you're tweeking right now. Tell everyone to get the hell out of my house and we'll deal with this in the morning." Then I woke up. I laid in bed sleepily thinking about the dream I just had until I fell back asleep again. Then I woke up again, or at least I thought I did, to hear Kameron and his cracked out friends running around the house and yard screaming and hollering. I jumped out of bed, stomped my way out into the living room and again yelled at Kameron and all his friends. I told them all to get out of my house and for Kameron to go to his bedroom. After everyone left I went back to my bedroom where Chaske was sound asleep and went back to bed. Again I woke up, but for real this time. I laid there for a while trying to determine rather I was just dreaming or if that had really happened. After some time I decided that waking up to find Kameron and his friends still partying was a dream, but that catching him partying in the first place really did happen. I laid there for at least an hour worrying about how I was going to deal with this situation come morning. I thought about waking Chaske up and decided not to. I just laid there thinking and worrying and fretting until I finally rolled over and realized I was at my parents' house. A huge wave of relief rushed over me. By realizing I was still at my parents' house meant that I couldn't have caught Kameron at my own house. After my revelation I was able to fall back asleep peacefully. The reason this dream is imprinted in my memory is because of the difficulty I had determining rather it was real or not. Like Dorothy I awoke certain that what had happened really happened. And the fact that my two dreams were seperated by conciousness added to my confusion. My dreams were two different books like Alice in Wonderland and Trough the Looking Glass.