I had a dream

that I was trying to smoke hookah with Cristina and Ashley and Emily, I think. But for some reason we were trying to set it up in my parent's room. I kept telling them it was a bad idea and that we should smoke it in the park. I panic, then I try to hide it underneath this blanket in their room, while I think of a plan. But my mom comes in, goes to tidy up the blanket, sees the hookah, and begins to reprimand me. End of that dream.

In the next dream, I just remember being with a bunch of people that I don't know in real life, but I seemed to be good friends with all of them in my dream. I kept getting close to this one guy, and we began making out. We then tried to find a room where we could have sex, but for some reason my grandma was there and she kept following us so we couldn't.

I like how my dreams can be pretty easily translated.
I don't like how my dreams are so realistic, and also very vague (or at least my memory of them is vague). Dreams shouldn't be a bore.