I was attending a summer camp type thing. I was with a bunch of my friends and we kept sneaking off from the group to explore, including exploring a funeral home that was in the property. The last day, there was a graduation celebration. My family was invited out to dinner with my friend Andrea and her family, who were a very welcoming. The family I babysat for attended, they were very loud and embarrassing. Afterwards, my parents dropped me off in the apartment I was staying in, along with Andrea, her boyfriend, and someone named Tim. Andrea and her boyfriend left for home but Tim and I were staying until the end of the week. We walked over to a rec center of sorts. My old track coach was there and he was helping me to learn how to pole vault. I was a natural when he wasn't looking but when he returned, he took away the pole and I wasn't as to do it. He got some of his star jumpers to demonstrate, then other people who were runners wanted to demonstrate, even though they didn't know what they were doing. It got chaotic and turned into a party. I was dancing with my crush, then he had me jump on his back. His sister, who happens to be my good friend, approved. After a few minutes, the lights turned on and the room got silent. One of the people in charge, someone I respected and thought of as a friend, with her young daughter announced that she was disappointed in all of us, then proceeded to say there were 2 murderers in the room, and that it was Tim and I. She ended with saying Merry Christmas. I went back to my room and swallowed a bunch of pills, then passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital and the woman who outted me was there. I explained that I wasn't the driver in the accident that killed my best friend, and that I had tried to tell our DD to let me call my parents to come pick us up but she kept saying she was sober. The accident almost killed me and I showed her the scar from an open heart surgery on my chest. Then I proceeded to show her the scars on my arms from other suicide attempts around the anniversary of the accident. The woman looked apologetic and said that she hadn't known but I still screamed at her to get the hell out of my room. When she didn't I called security, and told them that I needed this woman out of my room because she was the reason why I tried to kill myself.

Really nothing in this dream is true. I've never been to a camp like that, as far as I know, Andrea doesn't have a boyfriend, I don't know anyone named Tim, i have never attempted suicide, and I've never been in a car accident where alcohol has been involved. Anyone want to help interpret this for me? Thanks in advanced!