Screaming or howling

My usual routine, 6:45am WBTB, then back to sleep an hour or so later. It is taking me longer and longer to get back to sleep, which I think is actually helping me attain lucidity more often then if I just immediately crash. I woke up and felt some quick vibrations. I was lying on my back, and I waited a few seconds to slowly open my eyes. The room was too dark as usual, which was the indication that I was lucid. I slowly disentangled myself from the blankets, and sat up in bed. <PERSON> was asleep next to me in real life, and his DC was there now in the dream. I tried to get out slowly without waking the DC, because <PERSON> can be pretty unpredictable sometimes. He bolted upright in the bed, said some gibberish, then crashed back down. Mkay. I got up and left the room after struggling with my eyelids for a second. When I got to the livingroom, I looked out the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard, and it was snowing like crazy! I think my subC really likes snow now. Fine by me. That will be a nice break from the heat when summer rolls around. I had to think for a second to remember that the TOTM I wanted to do was not snow, but the xmas ghosts. I did not think of one specifically (I do not believe I chose past, present or future that I can recall), then the front door opened. What I can only guess was the ghost of Christmas future walked through the opened door, dressed like the guy from the movie Scream. Definitely not happening. I said "Oh HELL no!" and a bottle of water instantly appeared in my hand. I aimed it at the ghost and sprayed him with water. He tried to block the water wildly with his hands, then slipped and fell backwards out the door, and it slammed shut. I ran into the kitchen, which opened up into my parents' big beautiful kitchen. There was an ethereal looking blonde woman standing behind the island counter. I asked her if she was the ghost of Christmas past. She said "Yes." So I said "Hey, I just hosed down the ghost of Christmas future, do you think he will be mad?" She said "No, it is fine." So I said, "Ok, show me my past!" She walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and pulled out a bottle of Sierra Nevada Torpedo Ale. It was already open. I said, "Alright! I love this ale, I used to drink it all the time!" So the ghost said, "I know, it is from your past." really. I suppose that makes sense, I have put back quite a few ales in my day. Then suddenly every square inch of the island counter and the other kitchen counters were covered with food. Not like someone had just cooked a banquet, but more like someone had just gone grocery shopping and had not put the groceries up yet. Boxed food, bagged food, canned food, bags of produce, etc. I said "What is all this?" The ghost replied, "This is the 'Food of Generosity,' which you have never denied your fellow man." D'aw I think the dream ended or went nonlucid after that, I do not remember anymore. I did not get all 3 ghosts to take me anywhere, but at least I know what my subC thinks of me: I like to booze up and spread my wealth. Kind Of like <PERSON> I guess haha. I am the goddess of food, booze and parties.