dream 1:
 okay, the details of this are a bit fuzzy, but it was still weird as hell. okay, so greg and i went somewhere for like a date, and our friend brittany (i still don’t really know if she and her ex got back together or not, like i think they did or they are going to, but whatever, irrelevant to dream) was with us. so greg and i would be doing something cutesy or just be like standing on this random bridge looking out at whatever was down there and people watching. Brit would go on the other side of him and keep trying to steal his attention from me. she kept getting closer and closer to him, and at one point greg shifted his body so that he was moreso facing her and just like shut me out. they had their arms around each other and i think they kissed. i was so mad (understandably) and started yelling at the two of them. greg was just like “lyndzie, i don’t understand why you’re so mad. brittany’s your friend, you should be okay with this” or something like that. i actually woke up in the middle of the night mad. i looked at him and was like “how dare he think he can still sleep in the same bed as me after doing that” then i was like wait, that was a dream. what the hell.

dream 2
so i guess my mom, dad, sister, brother (but not his wife) and i all went on vacation together to somewhere tropical like in the carribean or something. well the plane didn’t land in an airport, it just kind of like landed on sand or hovered or something, but we had to get into the water from the plane (but it was weird because it was like a beach entry pool, you know how it slants down, but it was in the pretty bright blue ocean). we had to get in the water and swim to this little platform with surfboards under it. we were told to get a surfboard and paddle on that the rest of the way to the next beach where all of our luggage and everything else was. i kept trying to grab a surf board but kept getting skim boards, then finally i got a surf board but it was like weird shaped, but i was like whatever. (oh, and i am horribly afraid of sharks so i kept looking for them or for shadows in the water.) i paddled as fast as i could to the island. when i got there our suitcases were organised by our seats on the plane. my parents were freaking out because we couldn’t find my sister. we searched the island and didn’t find her, so i (because i’m the better swimmer) had to go back out in the water to look for her. then i woke up. seriously though, what the hell.