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I didn’t even watch The Simpsons tonight! I hate how dreams come unglued even moments after waking, to where I don’t remember exactly how they started out.

I was part of a group of people, apparently rather closely knitted, and we were at this manor house of sorts, where there were presumably several floors, with the basement being quite identical to the basement here, particularly my new bedroom and brother David’s room. So we’re stumbling into this place to sort of crash out for a while, I should mention that Davey is with us… though at times he resembles this boy Matt I used to know when I was younger. My brothers and their girlfriends are in one room downstairs, Davey is sleeping on my new bed in my new bedroom downstairs…

I’m upstairs and in this all wooden office area where this older guy (Mr. Burns) is going over this vote sheet, where apparently the senior members of this “club” were voting me and my “orange haired freakshows” out.. I tried explaining to him that his impression of us was completely wrong, but of course, managed to beat him upside the wall instead so he found himself on the floor… kinda, sorta… dead.

I think Davey wanted to leave anyway, we were going to DC I think… but leaving seemed to mean without me most of the time… I remember going downstairs and I just wanted to enjoy being with him, but as soon as I got downstairs he got up and asked me if I was ready [to leave]. It was very dissapointing and mirrors reality too much.