My Bizzare Dream

Well if I remember correctly my dream took place back at home at my dad's house. I stood in the living room conversing with my roommate. About what we were so interested in I'm not sure. I suppose it didn't matter because my view zoomed in on a cup of lemonade that toppled off the table onto the brown carpet. Picking up the empty, clear, plastic cup I suddenly became obsessed with having to vacuum the lemonade out of the carpet. So with that new turn my roommate evaporated from the scene. Next thing I knew I was in the kitchen with my step-mother. I explained to her I had to vacuum up the lemonade I spilled, however, before I did so I had to wash out this plastic cup. Somewhere between the scene change mushed broccoli and some other food substance was caked onto the interior of the cup and was ridiculously hard to scrub off. My step-mother didn't really think anything of my mission. Instead as became curious of a vibrating she heard. As she wandered through the kitchen to the front door, she asked me if someone was calling my phone. I nonchalantly told her it was simply a text on my phone. From there my phone spontaneously transported from the kitchen table to my hand. I then realized that I was indeed actually receiving a call. How I knew it was my boyfriend, I don't know. The picture on the front of the phone was a picture of my past border collie. Anyway I lost focus on the cup and vacuuming and answered the phone. My boyfriend spoke gibberish and for some reason I caught glimpses of him standing outside of the movie theater he works at. From that vision I figured what he was trying to tell me was that he didn't need me to pick him up despite the fact that we had been planning on me giving him a ride home for a week or two prior. Before he had a chance to try and clear up my confusion and repeat whatever it was he was trying to tell me, I woke up.