Last night, I dreamt that I was having a huge party in my backyard. I had invited everyone that I knew and then they invited everyone who they knew and, as a result, the backyard was crowded with a mix of familiar faces and strangers. At first, I enjoyed the party but, about halfway through the dream, I started to feel annoyed and I wanted everyone to leave. I kept telling people that I needed their help in getting everyone out of my backyard but everyone thought I was joking.
So, I left my own party. I walked around to the front of the house, I got in my car, and I drove off. Soon, I found myself driving down a long highway in the middle of the night. I saw a sign welcoming me to Oklahoma. I kept driving until I saw another sign welcoming me to Arkansas.
Finally, in the early morning hours, I pulled up in front of my grandmother’s old house in Ft. Smith. I went inside the house (which was apparently deserted but still had all of my grandmother’s old furniture in it). I walked into the guest bedroom, where I used to stay whenever I visited. I looked under the bed and found hundreds of books that I had apparently put there years before. I started to pull out all the books, planning on taking them home with me. However, as I kept grabbing at the books, I realized that there were so many of them that I’d actually have to make several trips.
I decided to worry about the books later. Instead, I left my grandmother’s house and I walked around her old neighborhood but none of the houses looked familiar to me.
Eventually, I found myself back in front of my grandmother’s house. I got in my car and I drove way.
And that’s when I woke up.