Alright, two nights ago I had a dream that I was moving rooms. I wasn't allowed to keep anything from my current bedroom, instead I had to use furniture from the room I had when I was ten. I got really angry with my mom and brother (for reasons I really don't remember). I was packing to go somewhere, my guess is off to college, and a family friend dropped off a going away present. It was a boxing glove. My mom proceeded to tell me that the only reason they gave me a gift is because they want to buy my moms old car. I tried to lock myself in my room but was unsuccessful because there are two doors and when i was going to lock the second my brother came in. The next thing I remember was that my mom and I were putting boxes of my stuff (from when i was ten) into the car, as if that was the stuff I was taking to college...
