College with Tents and Lesbians

Date: 8/7/2020

I was in college. Instead of dorms, this school had a field with a bunch of giant tents in it. The tents were big enough to fit several people in sleeping bags. On my way across the field to get to my own tent, I heard a girl complaining about how she didn’t have a third date to the dance (this dance required people to come in groups of three, and she was planning on going with her girlfriend but didn’t have a third person). I considered offering to go with them, but decided against it. There was this weird thing about how I knew one of them in a past life, and I don’t quite remember it, but somehow I knew her but she didn’t know me. I went back to my tent. My roommates were all there: a tall girl with dark, curly hair; her girlfriend, who had light brown hair; a large, muscular dude; and one or two others I don’t remember (it was a big tent). Suddenly we were in the office of the lady in charge (not sure what her official title was). I don’t remember walking there, but all my roommates and I were there, as well as the two girls I had seen earlier and all of their roommates. Between the two girls was a short, slightly-chubby guy who kept looking up at them. Also with them was a little boy who couldn’t have been older than 10 or 11. My roommate with the dark curly hair was getting yelled at for her “disgusting homophobic remarks”. Apparently the two girls from the other tent had wanted to get married and adopt the guy between them as their son. My roommate had told them that two 18-year-olds couldn’t adopt another 18-year-old, and apparently, to the lady in charge, that meant she was telling them they couldn’t have a family. I considered speaking up and saying that she couldn’t be homophobic because she had a girlfriend, but decided not to. The lady yelled at my roommate for a while, and wouldn’t let any of us leave until she repeated a long apology speech. The whole time I was glaring at the two girls from the other tent, because I assumed that they had reported my roommate and made all this happen. As we were leaving, I whispered to my light-haired roommate, “But an 18-year-old can’t get adopted anyway.” She shushed me before the lady could hear and start yelling at us some more. In the hallway outside, both groups were gathered and talking. One of the girls from the other tent was apologizing to us, saying she didn’t report anything and had no idea what was going on. Once everyone figured out that they were just as confused as we were, nobody was mad anymore— they just wanted to know what was going on. The muscular guy from my tent announced to the whole group, “I know why we’re here.” We all looked up at him. He explained to us that the little boy from the other tent had lied and reported a conversation that didn’t even happen. Someone asked him why, and he said, “I don’t know, ask the kid.” The boy was curled up and crying.