I was woken up by a late night / early morning phone call. Afterwards I had this dream that I was living with an old high school friend Olivia Porter (now Porter-Sutton). Olivia and I were good friends in high school and although I haven't seen much of her since (last at our ten year reunion two years ago) she appeared (looked) in my dream exactly as she did in high school.

We were living together on the third floor of this house. She had her room and I had mine. Strictly platonic. She had a boyfriend and I was seeing someone. But we were comfortable around each other. No tension cause there was no romantic inkling at all. Our apartment was so small that we didn't lock the bathroom when showering, never knew if the other would need it.

At this point I was showering, but had forgotten to pull the shower curtain across and literally flooded the bathroom floor. But the tub (it was that tub/shower combo) was also filled with water instead of draining. I slipped in the tub and fell into the water pulling the plastic shower curtain over me. Olivia ran into the bathroom to see what happened and soaked her feet in the few inches of water on the floor. I lay in the tub (decent because the curtain covered me) and she threw towels on the floor. I was rubbing my head.

She came in and sat on the toilet and we chatted while I was trying to feel better (my head was pounding) and letting the floor dry. That when we heard a knock at the door. We didn't think anything of it and thought it was just someone for another floor and they would go away. Instead it now sounded like they were in the apartment.

Olivia went into her room scared and started smoking. She looked really frightened (and had never in my knowledge smoked, but was now). I pulled on my clothes and went to confront the guy. He swore it was all a mistake and he was a friend of the old tenant and thought he lived here. I got him out our apartment when I discovered he was part of this large group tailgating in my driveway. No one else in the house was home but Olivia and I.

I went down to the driveway to yell at everyone and they just laughed and ignored me. I told them I'd call the landlord but then when I tried to use my phone I got dizzy and nauseous. I then said I'd call the cops and the same thing happened. I tried using my phone over and over again and each time felt sick and dizzy and couldn't make the call.

When I looked up there were several people in the house already and I ran in to try and get them out. The neighbors were just watching from across the street. I swore as I ran to the door that it would be locked. But it wasn't. I ran in to confront them all....

And then I woke.