Dreaming in Digital

I was back in high school or university with The Miz and another popular wrester from WWE. We came back from a class trip in the wilderness, or a concervation area. I don't remember much of what happened except whenever I was at my locker, Miz would approach me and try to find a reason just to converse. I had the biggest crush on Miz, and he did too, but we never acted on our emotions.

Cookie and I drove to a hill on a meadow with long, vividly green grass. The sky was grey and cloudy from a storm, and within a ten minute walk, a single, tall, modern condominium rose made of steel and glass.

On the hill, our older nephew sat, and he stood when he saw us arrive. He ran to us and I ran to him, yelling, “guess what?”

“What?” he yelled approaching. 

“I forgot to change from my pajamas!” I said, looking down at my grey sweatpants.

I don't remember how this happened, but shortly after, two women ran towards me. I yelled at them, as if I was angry. “I hope you never have pain as bad as a migraine! Because they're awful!”

As they approached, they both hugged me close at the same time. From under their arms, I heard one of them say, “you're a dear.”