Worst party ever

I’m in a house with Brooke. A party? A guy, an old friend of hers is there, they greet each other warmly. He pulls her into a room. Suddenly, the house is no longer a house, it is on a ship the size of a cargo or cruise ship. I walk into a room and see a girl, a guy, Brooke and her friend getting out of a shower. They are toweling off and happy. I don’t want to make a scene but catch her eye and motion as if to ask, “did you all just have sex?” Later she tells me they did, I ask why didn’t she invite me to join? Her reply is that it would have been weird, an uneven number of boys to girls.
(I actually woke up mad at her, the clock said 7:15, then I fell asleep again and dreamed that:)
I was in a car with Blambo. We pulled up in front of a white run-down house with a brown ratty lawn. Blambo is talking to Brooke at the door, but it is not her. Then a really old woman in black lingerie is standing with them on the porch.