Raccoon Volleyball Party?

Date: 12/10/2019

Get ready this one is weird: I went back to visit Hannah who still lived in our old college apartment alone. My room was empty and her old one was too but there was a new master whose door would’ve opened into the kitchen, which spatially makes no sense, but the room was big and that’s the one she was living in. My old bathroom’s walls were now covered with mossy plants and little blue/green/teal LED fairy lights. Then Denise and her bf and some other woman he was also seeing was there. The other woman had prepped dinner but she hated me after I asked for a fork because I was the only one she didn’t hand one too. She called me “too forceful and needy.” That’s when the dream take a wild turn... A vicious raccoon got into the apartment and in an attempt to get it out we build a pen out of some chicken wire (not sure where it came from) and bop the raccoon like a beach ball to make it go in. It climbs out and lunges at us until someone else bops it back in. And the cycle repeats until we are literally playing volleyball with a raccoon. Suddenly there are like 70 people in this tiny apartment all playing raccoon volleyball as if this was a party we had sent out invites for and we were all having a blast, loud music on and we’re all drinking. We hear a knock and quickly cover the pen with our bodies where someone is holding the raccoon back from jumping out and the music turns off. A police officer opens the door and looks around suspiciously then backs out. Then the music is back on and we’re back to playing raccoon volleyball. I take a break and drink the punch. Some guy says he noticed me playing and said I was good and asked for my number so I give it to him. Then I start waking away towards a bus outside.