No Swimming

Last night I had a dream that Wes and I were staying at someone's house. It was massive - more like an estate than just a house - and had a courtyard in the middle with a pool and hot tub. It was just us and a few other people when we first arrived, so we all hit the hot tub. After that, I was stripping down to my swimsuit (no, no idea why I was dressed again after the hot tub) so that I could swim in the pool since it's been literally years since I had the chance to go swimming. But Wes interrupted and said that he wanted us to go upstairs and see what our room was like instead. I was really disappointed and almost said no, but finally sort of agreed and went up with him.

There wasn't much doing up there, but it was almost like a small apartment since there was a little kitchen and such. We made something to eat, and by the time that was done, people were pouring into the house. Some of them I knew and recognized, a lot of them were strangers. And they were wandering everywhere, even into our room. I was frustrated by the lack of privacy and still pissed about not having gotten to go swimming. Eventually I wandered off and tried to find someone that I knew, and when I looked out the window, there was Wes, hanging out by the pool. I was furious and went down to confront him, and that was about when I woke up.

...yeah, not at all stressful.