I remembered my first dream in years

I just had one of the most vivid and amazing dreams ever
scott and i were in it

we were at some camping grounds, it seemed to be a family gathering, but at the same time, a school thing, and a scouting thing (you know how dreams are).

We tried to escape, breaking out the back window, but first using a spare door or something to hold off the other scouts (???). But as we were climbing out the window, Professor McCann stopped us there. He had caught us. The rest of the day was spent at the camp, though I didn't see Scott any more.

It was spent seeing all my family members, but they all knew what I had done and didn't really trust me any more. My aunt Anne called me a creep. My aunt Kathy (who has never liked me anyway) still didn't like me. My little (fictitious) cousins were wary. My dad, it appears, hadn't been told yet. I was absolutely terrified of him knowing. But I decided I better tell him myself. So I went up to him, but then Uncle Bob wisked him away before I could get a chance. I think he told him. I wasn't really pouty or sulky. I had plain and simply been defeated. I suppose it was doing something I really shouldn't have been doing, but that's that. I accepted very easily that I was now everyone's least favorite cousin; the black sheep. "Oh well, whatever" was my attitude.