Party in a Victorian Mansion Ending in Beautiful Romance

Date: 9/1/2017

I was at a huge beautiful Victorian style house with friends from the "old days". I remember Amanda, Tori, Sam, Abby, Ezra; basically everyone who I was even remotely acquainted with in high school (keep dreaming about people from the past: why?). It was mostly female friends though, and the men and women were hanging out separately from each other. There were even the mean pretty popular girls who I wasn't ever friends with. There were also some "teacher" like authority figures who were guiding the party; like it was a kids birthday party or something. It also had the vibe of a school trip; everyone all giddy about being together outside school with only teachers around to watch us. I was my real age though, 25, and so was everyone else. I can't remember much of the beginning, except that I kept wanting to talk to Sam, who was my first "real" crush on a boy in middle school, but I kept having to go along with what the other women were doing, while he was off with the other men. I remember him smiling at me a bunch though, looking very mature and grown up. I badly wanted to speak to him, just to speak and see what would happen. I went off with the women to the upper stories of the house into a medium sized ballroom with shiny wood floors and white painted walls and many arched windows. I was also drunk at this point, and I think everyone else was too. I remember thinking how silly it was how I couldn't control what I was saying. The "teacher" told us randomly that we should all each put on a 2 second dance in front of everyone. All the ladies lined up (there was like 50 of us). I was with Abby at the far end of the line, super anxious about what I was going to do for my 2 second dance. I decided to do a ballerina twirl. Suddenly, I was wearing a lavender colored dress that was pretty fancy actually, but was still wearing my sneakers. I kept practicing my twirl before it was my turn. I turned to watch the other girls doing their 2 second dances. The Mean girls were at the head of the line, and after a couple of them did clumsy little dances, the next person in line, a girl named Alicia who was a jerk to me since 2nd grade, decided she wasn't going participate in this, because she thought it was stupid. This caused the entire line of ladies to break off and everyone went off to do something else, and acting very bored about it. Abby and I were upset about this! We actually practiced a little dance and by golly we were gonna do our dance proper!! So we approached Alicia and her gang of pretty mean girls. They were sitting in circle in the corner of the room doing homework. I saw algebraic equations on a notebook Alicia was holding. I was very drunk so I very confidently began to explain to them how lame they were being. I went "we're at a party and you're doing HOMEWORK?! Are you for serious?!" And went on a rant at them trying to convince them to stop being party killers and let us do the dance thing and get drunk with us and party! I told them things like we have plenty of time to do homework but how often are we at huge parties like this?They just kept laughing at everything I said, like it was childish and stupid. I was so frustrating but still very much intending on CONVINCING them of how they should just let loose and have fun. They were treating me like I was stupid, but I very much thought that THEY were the stupid ones, what with choosing homework and responsibility over being young and crazy, and if they could just understand what I was saying, they would believe me and stop doing homework and let us put on our dances! I guess I gave up eventually because next thing I remember I was very angrily looking out the window of the room we were all in. The other women were all mingling and being boring around me, and I was disappointed. It was about the third floor and I could see through the window the fancy Victorian shingles of the roof on lower levels. Below, in the backyard of this house was a playground on a field of grass. Walnut trees blocked part of my vision. I saw someone's legs sticking out of the tunnel slide of the playground and recognized the shoes as being Sam's. I realized he must be sleeping in the slide and was alone. I quickly gathered my blue Sonic the Hedgehog hoodie and put it on, then ran from the room, ignoring the women around me who were asking me what I was doing. I ran down a long flight of stairs and through a dining room, which had some men sitting at the table eating food. I recognized Ezra and I think Cruz among the four that were there. They all looked at me completely shocked, like I wasn't supposed to be there. I indeed felt very rebellious and silly about what I was doing. As I ran to the double glass doors that led out into the backyard, I realized I was still drunk and wearing sneakers and a hoodie with a fancy dress and probably looked like a huge weirdo. I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say to Sam, because I was very nervous (not really sure what my intentions where? Maybe I wanted to date him?). I knew for certain I would apologize to him for being such a bitch in 8th grade and try to explain myself as best as possible. I stepped off the back steps and heard the loud meowing of one of my cats, Fiona. I think she was meowing in real life and it took form in my dream. I looked behind me and saw Fiona walking after me, meowing REALLY loud. I looked at the playground, where I could still see Sam's feet sticking out of the slide, and hoped Fiona would shut up because I wanted to sneak up on him. As I thought that he sat up and rubbed his face, as if he had just woken up. Damnit, Fiona! Then the area changed completely. I was walking through long grass, instead of the short cut grass of before. I was holding my dress up so I could walk through it better. Fiona was gone. There were weeping willow and cherry blossom trees. Petals and willow branches were floating in the air. Sunshine from a sunset was shining through the weeping willow branches. It was so beautiful all of a sudden! Sam was in the grass, standing there with a big smile on his face. The sunset was behind him and he and the branches seemed to glow. He was wearing a white button up shirt, but it was unbuttoned at the top in a sexy handsome way. His hair was also super wavy and floofy. It was like I walked straight into a steamy romance novel. He had his sleeves rolled up and was apparently building something out of wood. It looked like an easel. As I approached him I felt nervous but awed and confident from the beauty and my drunkenness. He smiled at me in a teasing way and said something about what I was wearing. I looked at him sheepishly and was about to answer him, but I woke up! DAMN!