I'm home I'm home! I'm... home?

Last night was a tease... but a very entertaining tease. It is already fading fast from memory, so I will try my hardest so put as much as I can up here. The biggest part of my dream is that I was home. I had come home already for Thanksgiving, and was very excited. I remember talking to my mom and dad and then going upstairs for a while (but now that I think of it, it wasn't REALLY my upstairs, but it was an upstairs I remember having in other dreams before...) I sat down at my desk and was trying to remember who it was that I was supposed to be visiting at the time. But I couldn't figure out what day it was. Why? Because I couldn't remember coming home. I was suddenly very confused. I knew I was home, and I really thought I was awake, but I couldn't remember anything about how I came home. I went down to ask my parents how I had come home, and I felt rather foolish. Who forgets either a 12 hour car ride or a plane trip? My dad said something about how he and mom had come and picked me up instead of flying. I didn't know why they wasted my plane ticket. I just couldn't figure out if it was time to figure Danricc or Jaron, because I didn't know if it was wednesday or thursday.
I woke up a few minutes ago in the middle of my ultraconfused state, and laughed outloud. I felt really really dumb. And then I remembered some other parts of my dream. One of which was very short. I was in a living room and it was the middle of the night. I looked over to my left and saw Homer J. Simpson. He stirred in his sleep, and I looked to my right and saw Marge Simpson. She was half awake and asked Homer what was wrong. She then took a hit from a bong she had in her lap and went back to sleep! It was very confusing, just like everything in my dreams.
Another part of my dream, which I think came first, had something to do with a big party. I remember being in a house that had a lot of 70s browns and greens in it. Bad decorating. And people were listening to music but no one was very happy with the type of music. So I found a record player and wired it into the speakers, and put on some very old record. At that point everyone at the party was much happier... I felt like a hero.
So once again, I hope I failed to disappoint you. My dreams are as odd as they come, and I'm special enough to be able to remember them. Crazy crazy crazy....

Happy Thanksgiving,
Turkey Hater