I remember a pizza place called House of Pizza or something similar. It was kind of secluded and cars filled the area around it, not moving. There was me, Jimmy, and two guys we work with. One is black in reality and I can't stand him but in the dream he was white with black emo hair and we were flirting. There was some competition that we had to compete in at the restaurant. I remember dying my hair black and grandpa demanding to know what the black stuff in the bathtub was. The bathtub and bathroom were the same as in the apartment where I grew up with my mom. I remember using a spray bottle full of hair dye to get the spots I missed after grandpa pointed them out. That's all.
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