Weird turn of events

Date: 9/22/2018

Ok so first the dream started by me buying tickets to a Drake concert. I already went once but I wanted to go again. (I already went once irl) so I secretly took my dads credit card and bought $200 tickets. He didn’t find out for a week. So the time came to go to the Drake concert, it started at 8 and ends at 11.My mom made me wait for her for so long, that by the time she was finished it was 10:45. I just didn’t go and I started crying. My dad also came in the house (even though he doesn’t live there) and was yelling at me for taking his credit card and spending an extra $200. I started crying even more and cried myself to sleep. It was the next day, and my parents were suddenly back together (they’re divorced irl) and we went to some Dominican restaurant in Washington Heights. The lights went out in the restaurant in the dining area and people couldn’t see what they were eating except for a group of people under a exit sign. But people weren’t phased by it for some reason. We finished our food and the waitress took us to some area on a deck, and my family magically changed into bathing suits. It was some cool slide on the Hudson River. My family went on the deck and on the floaty thingy and started going down the slide, it turned dark, sprayed water on us, and then the grand finale was that it throw us into the Hudson River. I really enjoyed it so I went again. Then my family went back home, and my family was going somewhere AGAIN but I stayed back. When they were getting ready, my aunt made her daughter straighten her hair, and I was mad because she had pretty curls and I didn’t want her to get heat damage. (My aunt’s daughter wasn’t my actual cousin though, it was some Senior highschool girl that I see a lot in my school.) So then I started reminiscing about my middle school and tried to throw a ball to my middle school even though I live like 0.6 miles away from it. Then I got a call from my friend Kery and she asked if I can hang out with her and Tristian and I said yes. We went to the Dominican restaurant in Washington heights AGAIN, and did the whole slide thing again. Tristian didn’t like it because he couldn’t swim. THEN, we went to my old middle school, to watch the new 8th grade practice their step routine. As per usual I’m belittling them and telling them that they’ll never beat the class that graduated before them. Then I see a lot of people that graduate in the routine and I ask why they’re there and they tell me that the NYCDOE repeated them. So me, Kery and Tristian left because we felt bad, and Tristian walked me home. The End.