My dream started in the middle of a Christmas party. I was at my parents house up north, and the house was bustling with all sorts of people. All of a sudden I found myself babysitting this 4 yr old child (I used to babysit him when I was a teenager; he used to live in the neighborhood). He was having so much fun running around. I sat with him, played with him, talked to him, hugged him, and carried him around. In the midst of his adventures my parents' house he started walking on the top of the couch. My dad caught him and told me to tell him to stop, I did, and suddenly I started calling him a different name "Brandon". He didn't seem to mind, but as I told him, I noticed my father sitting on top of the couches. Musing to myself that this seemed hypocritical, I rolled my eyes and then went back to playing around with the child. His mother was supposed to come over and pick him up but we wanted to surprise her.
Before she came over I noticed the tree was now done from being trimmed with decorations and white snow. I marveled at how beautiful it was with "Brandon".
Suddenly someone came over. We were hiding in the dark so I couldn't tell who it was. We thought it was Brandon's mother, but it was my sister. We still said "surprise", and she came into the party, and started talking with me, my mom, and my dad about her life. I didn't want to be around her because she started to smell with the odor of old oil, so I quickly ducked away. And then I woke up.