I don't know if I had a nightmare or what but I just woke up from a dream where we get to pass a piece of paper inside a classroom and write if we had scary experiences on a retreat house we're staying on. And then my dream randomly shifted to our old house and I can't open the lights in my room so I went downstairs and saw someone (I forgot who it was) and then I woke up. Its 2:43am here right now.
I don't wanna go out with my friends, because I'm mad at one of them, so I sneaked on my terrace to listen them chat on the street. It was all good until my dad saw me. I feel stupid now.