Dreams 20

So, we're in a dream version of the house we're currently living in (although it doesn't look anything like the waking version) and May and I are having a spirited debate upstairs about something that only pertains to us. In the middle, I hear noises in the kitchen, like silverware clanking around, and I immediately think that it's me (my other self). I run downstairs to investigate (probably not a good idea to confront your other self) and when I get to the kitchen his back is turned and he's fiddling with something on the counter. I grab his (my) shoulder to turn him, but he turns partway and doesn't look me in the eye. The thing he was messing with looked like a bottle of hot sauce. Since I didn't get a full look, I go to the living room to look in the mirror above the fireplace, and as soon as I do, my head gets way bigger and bright orange, and triangle shaped (kind of like chester cheetah). Then I head back upstairs, and notice that my whole house is filled with friends and family from throughout my whole life. I know they're not really there, but I think how nice it would be if they were.
Awake....