Another amusement park

For the second night in a row, I dreamt about amusement parks (last night, Nic and I were at Splash Mountain but it was all indoors, in a warehouse, with no critters - essentially just a log flume - and we stole some T-shirts that belonged to a kid I went to middle school with, Trey). I was at the park as part of a school trip and I went on a ride with AP's brother and a group of other people. The ride staff gave me a pair of sunglasses to put on that look like the black Oakleys I have; apparently, this was to tell the person inside the ride that I was supposed to be a big part of the experience. Once inside the pod that you went through the ride in, the person inside asked me all sorts of questions about my family, why I was at the park, etc. and he searched my backpack. I had textbooks and a first aid kit in there. AP's brother just kind of sat by and watched all this happen. I didn't get to see in my dream what the ride was like because it cut to the next part.

I was walking around with two girls who were friends a guy that I was interested in. He was rich and he paid for our tickets to the park and all of our food - everything. We walked around for a while and he seemed to be interested in me, too. I had to go to the bathroom so my friend - Jamie, another person from middle school - and I went in. We wound up being in there for a really long time because we both had to... I finished before her though and was starting to get ready to leave then I remembered that I needed to use a tampon so I took the time to do that. When I grabbed my jacket and backpack off the hook inside the stall and left, I could see that my friend was still in her stall - I could see her sneakers. I got to the sink to wash my hands and a woman in a stroller began to talk to me. She handed me a magazine and asked me to watch her kid while she used the bathroom because the stroller wouldn't fit into a stall. I flipped through the magazine and briefly wondered if she would mind if I tore out some of the product coupons, then decided to go ahead and do it because she probably wouldn't notice. One of the coupons was for Wisp brushes.

Once outside, I morphed to my aunt's backyard - which looked nothing like it does in real life - and I was sitting at the end of a picnic table. Next to me was my brother, on the other side of his was my mom and on the other side of her was my dad. My cousin sat across from us all as my aunt went in and out of the screen door into the house to bring out the picnic lunch. Someone brought up "Who's On First?" and the four in my family all pointed at one another and cracked up at the fact that we all knew the references. My cousin didn't get it because he was only around 6-years-old (although he is in college in real life).