Strange tidbits of recent dreams

I was sitting at a bar in a hotel with my brother, and a waitress passes and hands me a pad of sushi order forms and a mini pencil. I begin to order sushi and notice that the form has already been written on, so I flip to the next sheet and start to tally what I want. I look at Tim (who hates seafood dead or alive) to ask if he wants potato skins with sour cream, and he says, "yes." For some strange reason, you can't get a plate of 6 or 8. You can only order 32 at a time, and this pisses me off.

I'm getting dressed up for a dance or a reception something formal. Before I go upstairs to put on this black dress that is so short it makes me uncomfortable, I'm downstairs eating and I hear a knock on the door. It's the Hutchison men (Mr. Hutch, John, and Kyle) and they've been working our lawn. I invite them in for lemonade but let them know I don't have much time to talk. My mom comes over and the five of us are talking when I realize I'm super late. I run upstairs but I can't find the shoes I was going to wear even though there are shoes everywhere: in the laundry basket, in the bathroom, on the floor, on my bed, and in my closet. I hear another knock at the door, and it's D who is all dressed up and had driven the Cobra over so we could ride to the party in style. He announces that we're late and I announce I'm not leaving until I find my shoes. He waits by the door while I run upstairs and find my shoes in a pile of them and I hear him telling me he's going to leave and meet me there so he's not late. I'm angry, and I bend over to put my shoes on but there's a huge ache in my back. I turn around in the mirror and lift my dress to find a large, purple cut straight across my back.

I'm at school in my pajamas because I've literally rolled out of bed and straight into class. I'm reading a book when suddenly, I have the urge to shower so I go to the bathroom and suddenly wonder how I'm going to shower without a shower in the school's bathroom. Several other girls walk in to fix their makeup and I try wash my hands trying to pretend like I'm there for a reason.

I'm sitting in my bed wondering why I feel so pot-bellied, fat when a doctor walks in and announces there isn't one, there's three. "Three what?" I'm thinking, and I realize I'm giving birth to triplets and I'm terrified.