There were two gatherings. One, me and some old high school friends. The other, in an adjoining room, my current friends, grouped together in larger numbers to protest the current administration. I went in a for a few moments to the protest party, had a few beers, before going back. My high school friends were all but unrecognizable, and paid me little heed. When I woke up I only remembered one of them, but she appeared differently in the dream, as another ethnicity. I felt alienated from both group, but in different ways.
