Nausea

I was moving into a large several story honey wood house with many other people. I did not seem top know them very well but it did not seem to bother me. I was walking around the house watching the bustling of my fellow roommates. It was snowy outside and large odd shaped icicles were forming on the edges of the house. I pulled a big one off and began to suck on the end of it. My mother, step father, and little sister came to visit the new place. They had brought a large green tree painting for me as a welcoming gift. I showed them around the house and to my area. I apparently had my own living space with a stairwell leading to my personal bedroom and bathroom upstairs. The living space was strange, the walls were all mirror with little gold flakes everywhere to form different shapes and patterns. Though I would never choose this for myself, I did not seem to mind it. *memory laps* Changing a shitty dipper. I was really bad at it and it was taking me a long time to do. I was extremely grossed out and I am not sure why I had to do it or who is baby it was *memory laps* My mom, step father, and sister are about to leave. I said my goodbyes and watched them leave. I began to walk around the house again and noticed that many of my female roommates were dressed like in <PERSON> (sp?) California girl video, wearing pink and blue wigs, dressed in brightly colored skimpy outfits. I was really excited to dress like that too and be apart of their group. I then suddenly realized that I was a professional dancer, the kind who went on tours with artist. I went back to my living space of mirrors which was still empty because I had not fully moved in yet and I began to dance in front of the mirrors. It was really fun and I was laughing and smiling a lot. I was living in a house with a bunch of females. We had just moved in together so I did not know them very well. As a bonding ritual, we all went to some concert type thing at WAMU theater, dressed nicely in all black cocktail dresses. <PERSON> came with. Everyone had drank heavily throughout the night and was really drunk except for me. I had gotten into a fight with the fat brunette in our group. When we got home she lunged at me and began to smack me with her purse on my thigh. The girl was way bigger then me and the other girls pried her off of me. I decided that it was not going to work with me living there with these insane girls and I told <PERSON> I wanted to leave. He was wasted, laying on his back on the wood floor. He said that he was too drunk to leave and that we should stay for the night. Then one of the girls who had helped get the fat one off of me came over to <PERSON> and started to try and make out with him. She was the oldest looking one in the group and not very attractive. I pulled her off <PERSON> and called her a psycho. <PERSON> quickly popped up and said that it was time to go. I grabbed my stuff and we both piled in my car. <PERSON> was drunk and nauseous in the seat next to me. I was planning on taking us to a hotel so that he could rest but I first needed to buy a hairbrush at Bartell Drugs. He told me to hurry up. I went inside and tried to checkout but the fat balding white man behind the counter was taking FOREVER to ring me up. I began to grow impatient and I stormed out of the store.