I'm Not A Prostitute!

Date: 10/3/2016

I am on my computer in my room when my mom walks in and tells me my younger sister has brought a boy home and says he may be more than a friend. I grudgingly get up to go inspect him and follow my mom into the back yard. I find my sister talking to Joseph, a guy from my first hour art class. I confusedly look at him and ask, "When did this happen?" I looked between the two of them and he shrugs his shoulders. My sister whines and tells me to go away, so I go inside and I think I decided to take a nap because the next thing I know, I am holding Joseph's hand and leading him to the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind us. I cup Joseph's face in my hands and am about to kiss him, fully intending not only to kiss him, when the bathroom door opens and I woke up (from an in-dream-dream). My mother and father stand in the door way looking at me with a worried look. I nervously turn to look at Joseph to find that it wasn't Joseph at all. It was some random guy. I quickly stood up and looked at my dad, "This was real...I thought it was a dream!" My dad sniffed, chuckling, "No, it was real." Then he chased the random guy out of the house with a rapier (pretty much a fencing sword but shard and not bendy). The random guy ran through the front window in the Living room like a cartoon, shattering it. When the window broke. I saw that I lived in a poverty stricken, urban city with homeless looking people surrounding lots of trash cans with fires in them (which I don't really). Later that night, my sister threw a teenage movie worthy party in the back yard. As I was walking on the deck to find my sister, a guy with a fistful of cash asked me for my services. I squinted and told him no. A few seconds later. another guy stopped me with a fistful of cash asking for my services. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "I'm not a prostitute!" Everyone at the party looked at me and the guy standing in front of me. Then I woke up.