Peanut-Butter-Coffee-Pot-Head

Here is an explanation of all the random people involved in this dream...
Anna: next-door neighbor form Santa Cruz
Erin: next-door neighbor from Santa Cruz (Anna's Roomate)
Shayna: roomate from Santa Cruz, good friend
Charity: family friend
Buckley: Charity's dog

I was in some sort of strange situation at someone's house in Santa Cruz. Theo was there and there was this bitchy Hispanic girl there. I think I said something about being attracted to her boyfriend or it was something that otherwise pissed her off and she wanted to fight me. I was the one who jokingly suggested the fight in the first place, but then she was serious about it. So everyone in the room got all quiet and was watching us to see what would happen and she was kind of pulling me toward her and at first I was like no this is ridiculous im not going to fight you. Then because everyone was like "yeah, fight her!" I just kind of gave in and punched her in the face. I hit her a couple more times and pulled her over to the other side of the kitchen so her head was in the sink. Her head suddenly turned in to a broken coffee pot and when I picked it up peanut butter poured out of it and fell in to the sink. Everyone saw and congratulated me on winning the fight.

I was at school in Santa Cruz and packing up to leave. I forgot to pack the umbrellas so they were locked in the room and was sad because it was raining and I wished I had them with me. But I got back into the room because other people who hadn’t left yet were still there. Anna and Erin were in the room talking. Me and Shayna tried to talk to them but they were ignoring us and that really pissed me off. I figured that they were probably just going to miss each other a lot so they were paying a lot of attention to each other. I think I did something rude to them like kicked them or said "fuck you guys"...maybe both. They still continued to ignore us and probably didn’t even hear us at all but Shayna was worried about me having done that. Then Shayna and I went out to the road to wait for the bus down to the base of campus. I realized my mom might not even be there yet so I opened my phone to call her and then right as I did that she pulled up. I noticed that she had both of my sisters, Charity and Buckley in the jetta. This really pissed me off because there was no way I was gonna be able to fit all of my stuff in the car with them in it. So I told her that and she got kind of testy like she always does in my waking life. I noticed that Charity looked like absolute shit, like she was really tired or something. Her eyes were sunken in and her hair was really fucked up and her face was all pressed. She had a lot of black eye makeup on. I ignored how she looked, though. Buckley got out of the car and Charity didn’t put the leash on him right so Shayna had to hang on to him. I was about to get in the car to go to the base to get my stuff, but then I had to say goodbye to Shayna. We hugged each other and started crying (it was exactly like what actually happened when I left school this year). Somehow my mouth had ended up open and I hoped she didn’t feel all the spit that was now on her shoulder.

I met some people who did shows where they danced, but fought each other as they danced. We sat down at a table to play cards. We were in Irvine and I could see one of the fields that are off Jeffery in the background, I think we were in a parking lot outside. The whole time the following conversation was going on I was playing with a stack of change and trying to line it up and do all that obsessive-compulsive kind of fidgeting with it. We were talking about random stuff then I started talking about survival of the fittest and why curing diseases fucks up the gene pool because people who would have naturally died out don’t, so we allow those diseases to continue to exist, which really doesn’t help the problem because it is passed on to other generations. I explained it completley in depth and absolutely perfectly in the dream (I don't remember my exact words anymore though). While I was explaining this irritating practice, I noticed a broken journal sitting on the table. The metal bindings were bent outward and the pages were askew. I also noticed this one guy start to pay attention to me talk and seem interested in me. For the rest of the conversation he would look up and listen to me and I felt like he took me more seriously after that. Then I started talking about school and I explained my living situation to these guys. And I started talking about how they should all go to school because it’s really fun but they were all like no no and were really opposed to it. I couldn’t understand why. This one guy explained to me that he lived with three other people however there were eight sets of moroccas in his house. And the way he said it was like he was trying to get me to understand something about the humor or misfortune or irony of the morocca situation that I obviously was not getting.