Mexicans!

I haven't posted in a while, but I haven't had memorable dreams, so chill. This dream comes in two parts:

Part 1: I was at school and I forgot to wear my deodorant so I was freaking out. The End.

Part 2: I was in a room of my house (not my bedroom) and suddenly I heard noise coming from my room. When I ran in, a bunch of Mexicans jumped out of my closet (like 10 of them) and started shooting my pet mouse Buttercup. So I started yelling at them in Spanish.

So I yelled at them for some time and it turns out that they were shooting her because she was stressed. So I yelled at them even more asking them why the hell they didn't talk to me about it first. My Mexican amigo had no answer.

After that I was in the car with my friend, Anjali.

Me: "At least I still have Sakura (my other mouse)"

Anjali: "Alisa, no you don't (Sakura actually died about a month ago)

And then I woke and I really thought a bunch of Mexicans shot my mouse, but then I heard her little squeaks and mousie sounds. And if this offends any Mexicans, I'm sorry, but I have strange dreams like that. Maybe due to my growing in a slightly racist Russian environment (yes, old Russian people are as a rule, racist).