Wierd Dreams...
So I had the oddest dream last night... not only was it wierd in itself, but it kept cutting to different scenes, like a really badly edited movie, although somehow I always knew what had happened during the cuts. I'll try to explain the best I can, but my apologies in advance for the bad writing, especially for the fact that I use the word "realize" roughly every sentance. I never have been and never will be a writer.
So I'm on my freshman class trip to the Met, but several things are different. Ms. Rice was my group leader instead of Ms. Cochin, nobody from my school was actually there except me and the teachers, and they're barely in the dream at all, but somehow I know everyone there, and it's not really the Met. I mean, it is, but it isn't anything like the real-life Met.
Anywho, so we're walking through the Met, and my friends and I realize we have to get away from the teachers, but we can't be noticed. So as Ms. Rice is leading our group to another exhibit, we slip away in a crowd, and go to this nice bathroom. This really nice bathroom. As in, everything is made of either marble, gold, or in the case of the curtains covering the windows (which are stained glass by the way) silk. While we're in there I decide that I actually have to use the bathroom, so I go into one of the stalls (all of which are the size of the wheelchair stalls, or even bigger) and I begin doing what I need to. Just as I start, a group of boys about our age come in and say that we have to let them watch us as we use the necessity. There's no or else, there's no "we just leave", we just have to. However, since I do somewhat like my pride and dignity, I decide to let my dress cover what needs to be covered, since I was wearing my blue sun-dress with the multi-colored swirlies, and they can see most of my thigh, and I bribe them with a handful of money that I just suddenly somehow have. So they agree to that, and I finish up with some shred of self-esteem left, and then my friends and I are allowed to go. So we leave, we walk through this Greek and Roman sculpture exhibit into this gift shop. In the gift shop I duck behind one of the rows of stuff because I don't want anyone to see me but this one friend, and suddenly my dress is a wedding dress. So I stand up, I walk out of the gift shop and go into the door next to it, and it's a chapel. So I walk down the aisle because for some reason the ceremony is supposed to go backwards, and so I get up to the altar, and I wait, and then I realize: I'm supposed to marry Spock. Yes, as in Star Trek. So now he's walking down the aisle, and I somehow know that I love him, and he loves me. And with this realization, I stumble a little, and he catches me, and I'm just like "... wow".
Suddnely I'm at his mother's house, which for some reason is some rural shack, and there are all these little kids running around who I guess are his siblings, because I know that they're not my kids. Anywho, I'm talking to his mother, about what had just happened, and I realize that I've been telling her that whole story, and the whole dream up to that point had been a flashback, like in some movie/TV show. And so we're just talking, and then I woke up. Yeah, I know it's a bad ending and all, but how exactly am I supposed to end this?