System of a Kitten and Behind the Back

Night of: Feb. 16
People Involved: Kyle, Ian (Kyle's brother), Kyle's dad, Kyle's mom, Kristy (next door neighbor and best friend growing up), my brother, my mom, Kristy's mom
Special: Hear music and can kinda hum it; somewhat precognitive: I haven't listened to System of a Down in a looong time, and I ended up listening it today by chance--going bowling and putting it in the jukebox. I didn't plan it at all, and just realized when I came back to this blog to review dreams.

I'm in Kyle's house, and he keeps making anti-Christian remarks. It makes me uncomfortable because I know his parents must think he's getting it from me. We're in the backyard now, which looks exactly like my old backyard. Ian is walking behind us; Kyle's dad is walking in front of us and System of a Down is playing--a really hardcore part comes up, which makes Kyle happy--but I can tell that Kyle's dad is thinking, "What is this crap?" A softer chorus is now playing, and I'm a bit relieved. Part of the lyrics are, "Why are you so mad/bad?"
While the song is playing, Kyle and I see a kitten in the wooden planks above us, chasing a bird. For some reason, the System song fits with what the kitten is doing. The bird is now following the cat, and lies face up right in front of the cat's head. That cat puts his head close, and bird puts its claw very close to the cats eye. I warn Kyle that the cat might lose its eye. The birds claw is now in the cat's eye, but the eyeball itself is recessed, so I can't see if they eye has been scratched. Someone narrates, "The cat has an eyeball that can turn completely around--it's a magnificent thing."

Kristy is over and is dating Neal. For some reason, she keeps talking to me. She gives me a gift of something she sewed herself with my initials on it, and I just happen to have a gift to give back to her, with my initials. I'm not sitting next to Kristy, and my head keeps bobbing because I'm falling asleep. My mom sees me very close to Kristy and asks what I think I'm doing. Kristy's mom is also there and disappointed; it is obvious to everyone, even Kristy's mom, that we're "messing around" when Neal's not paying attention. I can tell Kristy likes me, but I don't have any special feelings for her.
I'm not going through the pantry, and all of a sudden I spill nestle chocolate chips. They start coming out really fast, until the whole kitchen is covered in them, and there's a giant pile to my waist.