There was a group of middle school/high school girls that were all friends, and another girl who was the outcast. They were all supposed to be taking a picture together, but the outcast girl was pushed out. She wasn't dressed enough lilke the others. Then the photographer (a woman in her early 20s) said "I have something for you to wear, my jacket from prada." And then it showed a few more quick scenes with her saying where all of her expensive clothing was from. Her bragging was getting very annoying.
Then my mom, my grandma, and I were all at Grandma's old house in Cranston, which she hasn't lived in for at least 5 years. We were going to make something with potatoes, and there was this one ingredient that came in a small tablet, but if you added water to it, it would expand a lot.
Then some people were looking for this guy named Seth, who decided to stay in his room. His room was really a large locker-room. Then I was in the locker room, with several women, including Mom, and the women wanted to daven. I said that they couldn't daven there, but no one would listen. So I yelled "hey, does anybody know halacha?" and two girls came up to me. I asked the first girl about davening in a bathroom, and she had no clue what the answer was. I asked the second girl, who said "well, would you daven on a bus?" I said "but people go to the bathroom in a bathroom." And she said "is a bus any different?"
Then I woke up.