Life Is But A Dream

I dreamt that while a bunch of friends and I were hanging out late at night in my house, we were suddenly transported back into the '70s via timeball. (See Inna-Gadda-Sabrina http://imdb.com/title/tt0693068/) My response: "Wow, people are way more layed back in the '70s." So, someone suggested I call Robert so I could convince him to give me his phone so I could remove my phone number and I did just that. Because it was the '70s, he readily agreed to come and hand over his phone and I deleted my phone number, e-mail address and for good measure Rachel's info as well. On the sly of course. Well, at first I accidentally changed the language to French but then fixed it. When I handed it back to him, he became suspicious and demanded to know what I did. I denied doing anything and then he got angry and started to attack me. I ran into the bathroom in my grandparent's suite (they were living with us.) Because there was and outer door into the suite which I could lock and then another locked door in the bathroom. It also had a first floor window so I wouldn't be trapped and if all else failed, people nearby to hear my screams. Then, still asleep, I woke up and ate pancakes with Katie and told her about my dream in my dream. Then I actually woke up.