Last night I had a dream that left me feeling quite alone when I woke up. Or is it lonely?

Dan had come over to my house. But it wasn't now. It wasn't then. It was an alternate timeline, where we held no animosity. He came over, and we fooled around, almost having sex, except he stopped it, claiming he heard something. I was a bit frazzled, but we stopped nonetheless. As soon as we finished dressing, I went to the kitchen to start washing dishes, and my mom comes home. hmm.
Then there is a crowd of people at my house. Mostly boys, from my past. Jason Schindler is there, and he's thin and cute. Someone else is there, kind of like PJ. I had thrown all the clothes in the laundry, so I spread clean one all over the floor, for us to line dance on. Which we did. 20 of us or so, line dancing in my living room. Glimpses of my attempt to take Mark Summers down, flashed through my brain. A family and I went on the show just to take him down, for being an OCD, and rigging parts of the game, when he turned out to be a drag queen OCD.
The line dance was over and people where taking my clothes to the basement. Like anxious people, so exciting to be cleaning up my clothes. Jason S, was trying to talk to me through the laundry shute. He was asking a question along the lines of, would I go out with him. It appeared as a note in the pocket of my pants, but then morphed into an email in my account, that I could respond to.

I felt so loved because every person there, was there for the same reason. They all completely adored me.

Now when I wake up, I look at my cell phone, check my email, and feel very...alone. And cold, it's freaking freezing in here.

What the hell happened to summer?