I curse someone out again

Date: 8/22/2021

(Okay so, I stayed up until nearly 7am reading the Demon Slayer Manga before I finally decided to go to bed. I don't remember every little detail of this dream like I usually do, but I'll try my best.) So, I'm in the kitchen with my mom. She brought in a few groceries, and I assume she was going to make this really awesome meal, something to do with Hot Cheetos I think? She was talking about Cannon (our dog), and how happy she was because he was going to go to my ex's house so her dad could train him. And the more she talked about it, the more guilty I felt about not saying anything because something had happened to Cannon. So I eventually cracked and told her that we might not be able to see our dog again because he was going to turn into a demon and would have to eat other dogs to stay alive, and other meat didn't have the same effect. So suddenly, my mom, having been really happy before, was practically depressed now in less than a minute. She told me to put the food away that I had in my hand, and I assumed she wouldn't be making dinner anymore. Honestly, I felt really terrible about telling her but I knew it was the right thing to do. I ended up going to the living room and saw some boxes on the couch, and when I opened one up, I found a shirt. I figured it was mom's boyfriend's, and while I'd usually put the shirt back, I held onto it almost absent-mindedly as I left the house. One of my friends, Miggs, and her brother Matt, and I went out somewhere. I just remembered being somewhere other than either of our houses. I gradually remembered I had the shirt in my hand still, and I believe I accidentally dropped it on a deflated yoga ball. And suddenly before I could grab it, Matthew pushed the shirt further into the crevice of the yoga mat, effectively stepping on the brand new shirt with his dirty ass shoes. The rage and panic I felt practically overwhelmed me as I let out a flurry of insults to his face ranging from "Dumbass" to "Shit Face" while explaining that it wasn't my shirt. Then I inspected the shirt thoroughly, and there surprisingly wasn't any dirt to be seen on the shirt. I didn't feel bad for my words because they were well deserved. Who just steps on someone's shirt like that? I remember going home after that and just trying to put the shirt away, but I don't remember anything after that and the dream ended. I'm Pretty Sure there was some other plot in the background, but I don't remember it at all other than the fact that it may have been in an apartment complex.