nightmare or dream?

i just woke up from the most bizarre dream,

it starts out, i was thinking about maybe buying tickets online for a trip overseas to the u.s with this class i was in, not that i'm in school anymore. anyway i purchased the ticket and was going to "suprise" my parents by telling them i was going on a holiday (foolish?). and then all of a sudden i woke up, it was 9am, and i was in some motel room in america. i stressed out, not knowing how i got there because i don't rememeber anything between the day of buying that ticket and getting to america. i didnt have a phone (hello that is already a nightmare i am living), so i couldnt ring my parents to tell them or ask them what the fuck was happening.

i went to the reception and asked where a few of the students where in my class because i only knew a few names, apparently they went out already.

over the road was a massive "mall" and i went over there to find a shop where i could make overseas calls, i found one, but they could only connect it through mobiles. this guy, about the same age as me was next to me and let me borrow his phone, the charges were something ridiculus like $30 for 10minutes but i was so out of it, i needed to get somewhere.

i called my mum, and my older sister (?) answered the phone, i asked her if i could speak to mum or dad and she said they arnt there, she told me how frantic they both were because they didnt know where i was, i explained i was in america, how i didnt know how i got there and wasn't sure if i had a return ticket home. i had one backpack full of stuff that didnt even look to be mine. i rumagged through the front pocket and found a large receipt saying i have a return flight in 6 days, my sister passed the phone to dad, he began yelling and asking how the hell did i get to america, was i passed out or druged. i didn't feel as though it was either, but that led to even more paranoia.

i decided to go back to the motel and wait for my class to come back, when i got back they were there, i felt so much relief, bursting out question by question as to what had happened the last couple of days, but they ignored me.

i remembered years and years ago (2005-6) i met these two boys online, chris and eric, (this is actually a fact) they were fifteen and i was thirteen when we met, i became really close friends with them both, so i decided to go online and try contact them.

there were some computers downstairs with internet avaliable,
i went down there and got on a computer,
added their addresses onto my new msn account,
chris was online, he was so suprised to be talking to me and i started rambeling on about what had happened, he asked where i was, turns out i was in his state (michigan), he told me how to get to his house. i caught this bus that took about 2 hours to get there. i arrived outside his house and he gave me a big hug, remarking on how wierd my accent was. we went inside and he put some heaps metal music on really loud and we walked up his stairs, he came up behind me and hugged me really tight again, then some asian chick around 22, appeared and took chris in a room, i followed him but then she shut the door on my face, i waited 10 minutes then knocked on the door, he peered out the door and told me he would see me later, half naked. i stressed out, i was lost on how to get back to the motel, i went across this little field into the rest of suburbia, i found a bus-stop, got on the next bus and somehow made my way back to the motel.

days passed all of a sudden and it was time to depart the u.s,
i went to the airport and got on the plane home.

i got home and explained everything that happened, it was all fine.
then got on myspace and put in my name [BACK FROM THE U.S] hahahaha.

and yeah, pretty sure i could make a book with how much i have wrote nowww,
theeee enddddd.