Pineapple pizza and flashing strangers

Date: 4/12/2020

I took a friend I don't know irl, named Brynlee, shopping in a thrift store. She got really into it and shopped until they were closing. I dropped her off at her house, and met up with my brother and his kid, my Aunt, my kid, and my cousin's oldest kids at a restaurant. The kids were all toddlers even though they're much older irl. My brother looked around and said, "Doesn't this place have a dance floor? I think I've heard of this restaurant." And just then, the kids got up and started dancing in the aisle and a waiter came up and started dancing with them. I said, "It looks like the whole place is a dance floor!" Cut to, I'm driving down a highway in a caravan of several cars. I don't know where we're going. One of them starts throwing firecrackers into the road and it makes me mad, so I speed off ahead of them. I run into traffic and wonder why it's so congested this late. Then I notice people on the side of the road - different groups of girls taking turns flashing cars as they go by. Traffic is slow because people are stopping to take pictures of or even with them. I recognize one of the groups so I pull over and walk up to them, demanding to know why they're doing this. The one in the middle looks up in a daze and says, "This is the only way we can get attention." I reach down and grab her blonde hair, wrenching her head back and say, "You could do literally anything else, Monica." Cut to, I'm walking around a neighborhood trying to find Brynlee's house. I think I see it but I'm not sure and I don't want to knock because it's 2:30. In fact, it's 2:36 on the dot. I pull up her facebook so see if she has her street listed, but the app is interrupted when some snapchat looking app pops up on my phone. It's the waiter from the restaurant that danced with the kids. He's using some kind of autotune on his voice, saying in a creepy singsong way that my brother told him to contact me. I'm flattered but annoyed because I'm in a relationship, and I swipe it away. Just as I'm rounding a corner on the sidewalk, I brush passed a couple walking the opposite way and I notice one of them drops a crumpled fiver. I pick it up just as they turn around, and I hand it to them. Back on facebook, I see a GPS icon on Brynlee's profile, but I still can't access her location. I go up to some big city hall type building with huge sunken windows. I crawl into one of them and lie down, still coasting through my phone. I get sidetracked and start looking at pictures on my own profile, including one of me pulling a giant slice of pineapple pizza out of his hands, while he's on the floor clearly pitching a fit. The caption just reads: "Someone has decided they like pizza." I notice an old irl friend has tagged themselves in the picture, for some reason. And her comment says, "I can't wait to gamble with you there again!"