Every time you close your eyes...

I have to explain the dream I had this morning before I take off to class because I know the few who belong to the super cool club and actually read this will appreciate it, whether some of them were in the dream or not.

I went to a grocery store and walked up to one of the fruit stands sitting in the middle of the floor, like grocery stores always have.
All of my band friends (including Allison! Ah haha.) were gathered around the stand, which didn't have any fruit on it but the makings of a party.
Then Rachel announces that some of her friends from Austria are coming and one of them came up and introduced herself. She was really cool; it was pretty cool.
Then Scary Spice showed up and wanted to get into the party as well. She made it a point to shake everybody's hand and make sure that we all knew who she was. She wasn't dressed like a skank this time but her hair remained the same.
So, we were just standing around talking and eventually we were herded to a clothing section of the grocery store. But the clothing section of the store was actually the underpants and purse section. Every rack was devoted to underpants and purses made of all different shapes, colors and fabrics.
Renee wasn't picking out clothes as everybody else quickly started doing and I'm wondered why but decided not to press it. Later, somebody told me that we were picking out the underpants for her and she couldn't choose her own. After I was informed, I quickly started looking for Renee-esque things. Then Debra came up to me, pointed to some panties and asked if they were Renee's color.
"Renee's more a of purple, blue, dark green, brown sort of person." I said... with an educated air as if I know everybody's colors.
Then Renee came up to me and told me that somebody told her she couldn't pick out her own velvet underwear. Apparently, the person informed her that she will love them but they will stick to her and start chafing if she picks out her own. This was indeed a problem because there was a plethora of velvet underpants to choose from and you could tell Renee wanted to pick some out herself.
Eventually the shopping party ended and everybody was well-stocked. We filed out into the main store and everybody was to get Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. Unfortunately, I had already had Ben and Jerry's with Rachel earlier that day (true story) but somehow I ended up with a cone of chocolate chip cookie dough in my hand anyway. This was upsetting but it was free ice cream and who was I to argue it?
We returned to our fruit stand, which was now covered with all sorts of toppings and more ice cream. Caitlin asked me if I wanted just plain vanilla on top of my other cone but I refused and said one scoop is enough, thank you.
Then another of Rachel's friends showed up and introduced herself. We chatted about the underpants I bought for Renee and ate our ice cream, as if it were just another party that somebody had thrown.

Bizarre.
I had this right after I got up to eat some Tums because apparently, nobody should ever have chips with salsa and sour cream right before they go to bed.
The Tums helped, though; no need to be alarmed.