Backyard bbq

Last night's dream took place in the past and sorta present. In the past there was a neighborhood BBQ. I show up and the boy who was always teasing me at school started being nice to me. We end up holding hands the rest of the night. Fast forward a few years. I'm still with the hand-holding boy. We're going to a festival in town. When we get there I notice that it smells really really bad. Turns out it's pagan festival where pigs are slaughtered. I try to leave but the crowd won't let me. Then I wake up.