Roxxy on the Rocks?

Date: 5/17/2018

I woke up from this dream freezing. It's the first dream I am remembering after going really polyphasic and it goes something like this. In some parts, I was at school, trying to find my dorm which I thought was in the main building but was actually in my linguistics building. I bumped into some people here and there but no one was really talkative. This one beefy guy I was attracted to I tried striking up a conversation with but it was very awkward and junted. At one point I was out late and tried to sneak back to campus. For whatever reason I had to do this stealthily, and was mostly able to sneak past guards and whatnot on patrol, doing a bit of climbing, sliding, and general parkour along the way. Some spotted me, but weren't able to find me. There was some nonsense bit where I was a video game character who had suction powers like Kirby but I was a squirrel so clearly I wanted to use it to find nuts. But the real part was when I went home and, being really stressed out, my mom gave me a back massage before bed. I must have dozed off, but when I woke up, it was bright outside. Also, the view from my room was through two glass sliding doors, and was way different than it should have been. I was like, there's no way we slept until 1pm. I realized it was a dream (though, not that it was a dream within a dream). I remarked that it felt so real though. But since I knew I was dreaming, I asked my mom to tell me what she needed to. She sat down and was very sad, started talking about this kid who wanted to be a film person or liked movies, also liked fishing, either "Roxxy on the Rocks" or was named Max. They died too young to do any of that successfully. She kept cutting in and out so I asked her to speak louder. Other voices, almost like an audience, also told me to ask her to speak louder. I was finally able to get the message. I decided to wake up but I couldn't. I could feel my body moving, but the vision was still of the dream. I jumped up and down, moved around, hit things, and screamed for help activating my vocal cords. (Gods I hope I didn't do that with my real body.) I woke up, in dream, and went out to my parents to talk to my mom. We were in a different house that more resembled my dad's old apartment but not exactly, and I was coming from the master bedroom. There was other family there I think, but they left the room. I got to talk to my mom but she didn't know a kid into film, though a kid who liked fishing and movies fit the bill. Brandy and Lisa, her witchy friends, were there and asked if I wanted to learn how to actually contact people in dreams. I explained that I was only able to do it because I realized I was dreaming. Lisa was laying out a ton of tarot cards already for something separate (we're back in my actual kitchen now), and before I know it they're doing a spell. They channel a bunch of energy and BAM. Our chairs fly up into the air and land with a thud. They do it again. I'm scared at first, but they're witches and I'm on their side. I comment that "these chairs aren't bouncy though! and Lisa replies "I know!" So I bounce around for a bit until the dream goes to that squirrel part. However, in that, there's a nemesis figure who isn't really brought up, a dark looming figure, and in the end I'm telling him that I've rehearsed an apology and a forgiveness for us and that if he wants to go over them he can understand where he fucked up and we can be friends again. Obvious relation to a person who I've stated is not getting a third chance back in my life. I'll have to look up the meaning of squirrels in the meantime.