I Don't Want To Go Back

Andy - friend from SC
Theo - ex-boyfriend

I was back at school. A bunch of people I knew were all in a dining hall and we were all sitting at a big table talking. Justin was now a grad student at UCSC so he was with us too. I saw Andy walk into the dining hall and I hadn't seen him forever. I ran over to him and we hugged and we were much happier to see each other than we ever would be in real life, for some reason our reunion was very touchy and emotional. We stood there talking for a while, and the whole time I was talking to Andy I wanted to go back and sit with Justin. Eventually Andy left and when I went back over to the table. There was a girl sitting there with a list of names in her hand and she was talking to someone on the phone. It sounded like she was telling a manager at Long's Drugs that I was going to work for them. I asked what the hell she was doing and wrestled the phone out of her hand. Everyone at the table was now watching and laughing at us while the girl explained that I had put my name on this list a while ago saying I would work there. I told her that was years ago when I was having trouble finding a job. Justin got up and said that he was leaving to go study. I was sad that he was leaving and thought that maybe I could call him later so he and I could do something.
I was working for a guy in his house. The man I was working for was this really old and bitter guy and he always kept me till really late. Theo worked for him too, and I was always pissed that the guy would keep me from spending time with Theo by keeping us there so late doing separate things. I approached the guy about it, who was sitting at the top of a flight of stairs holding a pillow and a bag, and told him that if he was keeping me here late because he needed me to work then that's fine, but if he was keeping me here just to screw things up for me than I was going to quit. He told me he just needed me to work and then pointed to a sign I had to take down.
The man I was working for had a son, who happened to be a kid from the teen center (but I didn't notice this in the dream). Their son was highly allergic to tomatoes, and he got some paprika on him and was freaking out because he thought it might be tomato-based. The kid started screaming, and I got a third person view of each person in the family hearing their son scream and then watched them react. I got a view of his mom, who was sitting in a room by herself watching TV in her underwear, and upon hearing her son's scream she stood up and pulled some shorts on and left to find him. I had to go with the family to drive the kid to the hospital. While we were getting ready to leave the man handed me a bag, and spit on it. I asked him why the hell he did that but he just ignored me and walked away. I realized it was Friday and that I was supposed to be driving home. I looked at my watch and saw that it was six in the evening already, and that I would have to leave now if I was going to get to Berkeley at any sort of reasonable hour.