I read and stole my brother's intimate diary

Date: 9/19/2019

I remember being at this amusement park by this roller coaster as it came by. I think it was boulder dash from Lake Compounce. It startled me, and I complained about it, like it disturbed my peace of mind or something. That's not exactly how I worded it, but I said something like it shouldn't just go past like that so quickly without warning. This employee wanted to make me feel better and she took me "behind the scenes" if you will of all the action where only employees go. It was essentially this maze, which can probably be considered a theme in this dream because I will encounter one later in the dream too, filled with security cameras. The images in the cameras were kind of fuzzy and hard to make out, but I knew they were of the different parts of the park. The one I particularly focused on, trying to make it out, I still knew was of the roller coaster. I also got to see a refrigerator where employees kept their lunches. The next part is very vague, but I just remember this dad who was basically making his teenage daughter, who I could tell was rebellious with purple hair, take on the role of parental figure to her siblings. It went on for awhile before she broke and was like "I can't do this anymore." The next part is a bit clearer. I went into my brother's room, and I found white lined pages this story my brother had hand written. I ended up reading some of it, and it was basically about this affair he had with his girlfriend. I don't know why it was called that because nobody was cheating on anybody. They are dating in real life in a long distance relationship. Anyway, I ended up taking the whole story with me. I went to work with it, which didn't look like work. It was like a maze that I got lost in, which I have at work irl because of when I wasn't quite used to the layout of the floor. I kept trying to find my way around and getting lost. At one point, I'd missed a turn and found myself walking in the middle of this video being shot by the media. I was embarrassed and wanted to get out of there. I was pointed in the right direction to my right where the cafeteria was where I was headed. I was reading some more of my brother's diary, but then, despite the fact that I wanted to read the whole thing, I decided to stop, and instead of bringing it back to my brother's room before he could notice it was gone, I threw it away! I was talking to these girls that sat nearby at a table. I think I was in a cafeteria. I was like "I don't need this," as I threw out the pages, instantly regretting it. I noticed there were several blank pages too at the end and I asked them if they needed any paper. I thought about giving the blank paper to them, but didn't. I also noticed that the ones at the end weren't all blank and had random big handwriting on them that was not my brother's, of which I only got a brief glimpse. I then just left, still regretting throwing my brother's diary away. I thought about going back later, not right now like something was preventing me from going now, to get the pages out of the trash, but knowing it was too late because the pages would be all dirty with food. I felt anxious about going home, not wanting to face anyone and tell the truth when my brother discovered his diary was gone. I remember my mother and he were talking about his girlfriend. I think she was coming over. She can't right now irl because she needs a visa. My brother evidently had a Hershey kiss in his room from her or that he was going to give to her. They talked about it, and then I went into his room unnoticed and saw it myself. It was a Valentines Day Hershey kiss in red wrapping paper. I also nervously noted the empty space on his desk where his diary once was. He never ended up noticing the pages were gone, much to my relief. I think I woke up halfway, still half asleep, but in that state, I knew it was only a dream, which meant I didn't even do anything, which made me even more relieved. I didn't wake up fully, I think just to shut off my alarm, but I went back to sleep and had another dream where I was in my kitchen with my 21-year-old sister, and we were eating food and playing with dolls. I can't really remember it that well, but there was some tie to intimacy with a significant other in this ritual of playing with dolls that also involved the food.