Lotion is Evil

I dreamed last night that I was asleep in my bed in the basement of our old log cabin in Knoxville, TN.  My brother and sister woke me up smearing aloe vera lotion on my face, causing me to cry uncontrollably and scream and run upstairs to my mom, who was flipping through a magazine waiting for something to happen (I don't know what it was) before she handled the situation with my siblings.

I sat in the living room weeping, trying to wipe the disgusting stuff off my face.

Next thing I know, we're meeting my friend's dad (my dad and my brother are with me) at a huge mall and we're eating out somewhere really fancy -- and my friend's dad is paying.  He's wearing a brown tweed suit and gesturing around at this place, like he's proud of it (maybe he owns it?).  I don't trust him (and I never have in real life) and I get the feeling he's gay and hitting on my dad.  He tells us all about this amazing, huge theater he's taking us to (a half-circle auditorium, sitting on couches, etc.) and all I can think of is how I want to get away from this man.

There was one more part of the dream (something to do with sweaters) but I woke up during it and consequently don't remember what it was.