This time, I was sitting in a cafeteria.
With food.
Forever alone.
Like, no, really. I was completely alone in this huge-ass cafeteria/kitchen. With a turkey or chicken or something, apparently waiting for people to show up for a 'BIG CHRISTMAS PARTY!'
And I called my parents to ask when people would actually get here, or if I could just leave, and they responded:
'DUNNO BRO, WE WERE PRETTY DRUNK WHEN WE PLANNED THIS SHIT.'
So I was just like, 'Okay, whatever.'
Because dream logic told me that I couldn't leave yet. So I left my turkey/chicken/FOOD and went into the huge-ass kitchen to make cookies because that's the only recipe I could