Location-based dreams and lots of morphing

It was opening day of next season and I was getting read to eat the media room meal. The arena looked nothing like it does it real life - it looked like we were in an indoor movie set that looked like a facade of an old town from a Western, but everyone was wearing modern clothing. I found two full pizza boxes that obviously were left over from the last game of last season, but I took them to my office and started to eat them anyway because they were still good (somehow). My intern from last season appeared just as I was heading down the escalator to go to the media room. I had credentials in my hand that had to be used - they were from last season but I handed them to my intern and told her to cross out the year listed on them and write this year on them with a Sharpie instead so that they would be valid for our media members. My intern was wearing black sneakers similar to Converse, but they weren't, and jeans and a black shirt - almost too casual for opening day, but I needed the help in getting everything prepared so I told myself I'd talk to her about the dress code later.She asked me if that pizza I'd been eating had been any good and I told her that it was and that she was welcome to go up to my office and eat some after she finished doing what needed to be done for the game.

The dream morphed into an after-party which was held in an apartment that had the same exact floor plan as my maternal grandmother's old apartment, but it had modern furniture in it. All of my friends from here were at the party, drinking and having a great time. Someone was taking pictures and I know I was in a lot of them, making a fool of myself. I started talking to the younger brother of one of my friends, and it turned out that he was really cool and I liked him. He gave me his phone number and then wrote on my Facebook wall - as I was standing there - that we should hang out. I promised I'd call.

A.A., a girl I grew up playing soccer with in real life, showed up and it turned out that we'd been partying in her house. It was 5 a.m. and my dad had come to take me back to the Western facade to see the train that was supposed to roll in soon. I tried to gather up my things - apparently I'd been living there and was moving out to go w/my dad - but I had to do so quietly because A.A. and her whole family were asleep in the bedroom in the back. I had some clothes in that room so I went back there to gather them and I accidentally threw open the door so it slammed against the wall and woke up A.A's older brother, her mom and her dad. I apologized and told them I was just getting my things and they told me it was ok. As I was reaching towards the pull-out bed that apparently was mine, my ring fell off my left pointer finger and I had to crawl under the bed to retrieve it. Finally, I got all of my things and went to the front of the apartment to use the restroom, when I realized that there were a few stragglers from the party still there. I told them to go home and I called them a cab; one of them was a tall blonde girl that kind of looked like Katherine Heigl, but it wasn't really her. Then, I saw my dad. He was trying to hurry me along so I went into the bathroom to pee before we left, and he followed me in. I groaned and told him to get out but he was telling me some story and conceded to just close his eyes as I finished. I knew that I couldn't convince him to actually leave so I took care of business as quickly as I could and rushed us out of the bathroom. On our way out the door I stopped at my dresser which had somehow gotten in to the apartment where my grandmother used to have a mantle with photos of us grandkids in real life, and I grabbed a few more rings to wear including a really heavy thick silver one that looked like a Championship ring but I couldn't make out what type of Championship it was from. We finally were leaving through the sliding door and A.A. yawned and said "good night."