Dates with the Popular Crowd

I had many dreams last night, but these are the two I remember most.

1:
I was in my ward for the last time, talking to one of the guys. Some other stuff happened (sounds exciting, right?), and then when I went back to my jeep, there were a whole bunch of balloons inside (including a balloon-shaped plush). It took me until I got home to realize that something was inside of one of the balloons, and I got really happy because it was an invitation to a date. Yay. I never did see who it was, though I'm pretty sure it was a guy whose name started with an S. And he wasn't too bad, so it could have been a fun date.

Then I started a new dream.

2:
I was in my home ward, and we were having a party. I was in charge of cupcakes. These were no ordinary cupcakes, mind you. They took two boxes of brownie mix and three boxes of something else for a batch of eighteen. I had already made thirty-six cupcakes, but the lady in charge of the party decided we needed six times that. That meant twenty-four more boxes of brownie mix and thirty-six boxes of the other thing.

Then Courtney, who I haven't talked to since high school, invited me to go to a homecoming of someone I never really talked to in high school. Though I wasn't keen to go, seeing as the only people who would be there would be the cheerleaders, dancers, and the annoying popular people. But I go anyway.

We get to the girl's house and are sitting in the backward eating, and I decide to go get a grape. Standing there is Heather (mind you, I know the full names of everyone there), who looks at me in confusion and snobbily asks, "Who are you?" Yeah, great feeling, knowing I was completely anonymous in high school (who knows if that's really true, 'cause this is dream world). Then we go home, though the guy driving gets lost several times, and suddenly I'm riding a bike the rest of the way. I must have gotten sick of riding in the car with those people...

When I reach my house (after an exhausting hill), I find the date balloons from my other dream, and I discover the bike I'm riding is not my bike, because mine has been taken apart to be fixed.

And the one I'm riding doesn't have any brakes.