Celebrations, Cleopatra, and Bob

Date: 8/1/2018

I’m at some sort of celebration or festival with my sister and grandma. There’s some sort of battle of the bands going on, except it’s just random people at the festival taking turns playing instruments. On my side of the street, it sounds about as good as you’d expect, which is pretty horrible. However on the other side of the street the band actually sounds pretty good. Then I’m talking to some dude who is asking about how to make writing on himself with a pen more permanent. It’s a strange conversation. Then I’m in some weird house and Cleopatra is there for some reason. We each have our own rooms with a crown inside. We talk about something or the other and then begin getting ready to go to Galveston for some sort of vacation my grandmas boyfriend, Bob, has planned. However neither of us are nearly ready on time so the vacation is moved to another day. My grandma fusses at us about it as I go through my closet for the clothes I want to wear. Suddenly Bob is there going through my stuff and putting some of it in drawers and such. I get mad at him and start moving my stuff back where it belongs in my closet.