Screaming or howling

This one's actually from yesterday. Let us hope it works. Rough night to begin with, but it ended well after all. I got up at 5 AM to do a WBTB, except I could not get back to sleep. After trying for a while, I got up again at 7 AM. I got something to eat, watched TV for a while, and got some business out of the way. When I started feeling drowsy, I went back to bed. I am sitting on my sister's bed as she talks. She is complaining about the landline not working because the company hooking up the phones has no idea what they are doing, so we have to stick around until they send someone to fix it. I randomly start telling her about the Sodastream I bought a while back. She asks if it adds sugar to drinks. I try explaining that it depends on the drink mix and they make sugar-free ones, but she repeats her question about sugar as if she does not hear me. I lay down on her bed and tune her out as I start doze off. Then I feel skin brushing against mine. I opened my eyes to see that I am naked under the sheets, and that there is someone else in bed with me. At first, it looks like my long-term boyfriend, though he seems quite a bit pudgier than usual. Oh, and he is naked, too. I scoot a little closer, but then it hits me that my sister's bedroom is really weird place for the two of us to get it on. I start thinking back to the weird conversation with my sister and realize that this has to be a dream. I sit up, but now I am in my parents' bed. Worse, my dad is entering the room and screaming about catching me with my boyfriend, who quickly vanishes. And I am still naked! This seems like it is quickly turning into a nightmare, but at least I maintain lucidity instead of panicking. I remember the task of the month and spot the small mirrored detailing on the headboard. I try to push through one of the tiny mirrors and get rejected -- not that I could put more than a finger through it anyway. I jump out of bed and run to the nearest place I can hide, which turns out to be <PERSON>'s closet. He follows me and continues to yell. I need to get out of this situation. Opposite the closet entrance is bathroom vanity with a sink. Above the sink, there is a mirror. I am still a little cautious after my last experience with a mirror, so I want to test it. I grab a jar off the counter and throw it. I am expecting the mirror to shatter, but instead, the jar bounces off like a rubber ball hitting concrete. I take a running leap and dive headfirst into the mirror. Passing through the mirror is much easier than I expected. I find myself falling through blackness at first, but then there is a lot of light. I land in the waters just off the beach of a tropical island. It looks so beautiful, like it came out of a picture postcard. My sweetie appears next to me, floating on an inflatable raft with his sunglasses on and a tropical drink in his hand. He smiles at me and says that he is been waiting for me, but he knew he would not have to wait long. He had faith that I would be able to do it.