So we were camping out outside, in the dead of night, my siblings and I (I must stress it was behind a house that was not mine and the sibling were not mine. I must also mention my dream-sister here had a MASSIVE birdcage, easily three stories tall.) For some reason, I woke up within the dream few times, but each time I went to sleep again.

Well, the last time I woke up, the birdhouse had been removed; it was sitting on it's side, in a nearby ditch (that we were for some reason sleeping next to.) The door was ajar, and birds started flying away. I opened the door further, as some of the birds couldn't get out easily.

Then my father came outside (He, too, was not my real father) and asked what happened, so I told him.

Now, I must confess I think I've had a similar, less ridiculous and more sinister dream here- because, for some ungodly reason, my not-sister shined a very bright light on us, and in a very loud, very perfectly perky voice said "Who wants margaritas?" And for some reason I just dropped to the ground, screaming bloody murder. You know the kind you see in movies when people are having nightmares and they're screaming in their sleep? When you think you're about to die (which is the feeling I remember having)? Yeah, that screaming.

Then, after not dying, I peek up and see a yellow bag (the margarita bag? I don't know. I've never had a margarita) and start laughing. At this point, I started laughing so hard I woke up, decided I needed post this to reddit, and typed this out. Good morning!

(Now, I must also say that during the margaritas thing, I felt a rather strange familiarity to the situation, especially to the margarita bag. I'm not sure why, I don't remember having a dream involving perky murderous margaritas, but I knew I had seen that situation before.)