The New Friend Dream.

(In this dream, i become friends with a girl from school. I can't really share her name, so i'll call her Brooke Hoover.)

Me and Brooke begin talking in school, and we get along very well, and become friends instantly. She even invites me to her house. Her mom takes us, and we drive through forest land. She is a very nice lady. She has an abnormally large house, with an even larger parking lot spanning in front of it, which ends at a bridge, going into a city. The parking lot fans outwards, like a hand-fan type thing, and trees border the sides. Brooke has a small room, that cuts into weird, uncomfortable angles at the low ceiling. I remember talking to Brooke and having fun, playing games, going on the computer together. Then her mom calls us down and says, "We're on air!" I am confused, until i see a large room of theirs that seems to be dedicated for a news show. And me and Brooke quickly run into the long but narrow, dimly lit room with a wide window at the opposite end, and get in the shot of the camera, and do funny things, for TV, apparently. The family seems even cooler to me now. Then i believe we have dinner, and i stay a bit longer. We have a lot of fun. Then the polite mother asks me if i want to leave, and i say it's just about time, maybe a bit longer. So, i leave after that short time. My mother picks me up. Her car and Brooke's car are the only cars in the parking lot. Brooke is leaving too, like the house really is just a big grocery store or something. Brooke has a very old, but polished and renewed car. It's bright blue, and has a white top, and is very retro. My mom loves the car. I say to her when she puts her window down, "Bye Brooke Hoover!" and she says something but i can't hear, because the window isn't down far enough. My confidence that she might've liked me is shot down as i would've expected her to say bye back. I kindof thought about a hug. We hang out another day, and at nighttime when i have to leave, we walk up the parking lot towards the bridge. I want a hug from her. Very much so. And i am not too shy to do it. But i don't do it. I don't want to hug her if she doesn't want to hug me, right?

Analysis:
-Recently became friends with a boy with a large house and nice family
-I kinda like Brooke Hoover.