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There was some sort of contest two men I knew were running, to set women up with these guys. They put an ad in Highlander magazine but only got six entries from local participants anyway (North Carolina) and even though that meant them not having to spring for plane tickets to bring contestants there, they were disappointed. I think I was one of the contestants and I was paired with a guy but we weren't to meet or having our first date for another day. I don't remember the reason, but I do remeber wearing a necklace that my dad (in real life) gave me with a silver chain and a blue stone in the center. It matched some red something I was wearing (another necklace? a headdress? I don't remember).
While waiting for the next day, I decided to head home. I worked at the zoo (a relative's girlfriend in real life just got a job at a zoo). Something about checking out the monkeys... and then using the bathroom before heading home. There was another contestant there- she had a sketchbook- and apparently I wasn't supposed to be fratenizing with her.
I went home but that's when things start to get all mixed up. I was walking/driving home with my mother and sister. We passed an exit sign for apples and lemons and she wanted to know what that was abut. I said it was how to get to the Apple House and she said "Ohhh, that's where it is!" Apparently we'd had some discussion about how to get there from where we were at the moment and she hadn't believed me when I'd previously told her the location. I wanted to swing by the mailboxes at the townhouse development before going home, so I could mail some things, but that was out of the way. So I decided I'd go out of my way in the morning and drop them off. For some reason we were definitely walking at this point and looking at a map. My sister noted how the route back to the house was a straight line back. ANd I said all we had to do was ask people if we could walk through their houses. Much laughter. Then we walked around the development to our house (the one where my old house really was... but my house in the dream was located in a completely different place- where Sugar used to live, actually). Then came the night. And I was watching Lord of the RIngs on TNT to pass the time.
In the movie, it was post RotK and Sam and Frodo (looking NOTHING like themselves in the movies) were looking after Boromir (who wasn't dead) and Aragorn (the men DID look like themselves in the movies) who apparently were ill. The hobbits put them to bed (ah, the same bed) and looked after them. And the next scene was the men waking up. Boromir was on his back, his arm wrapped around Sam. Aragorn was on his side, body curled and arm draped around Frodo. Aragorn woke, feeling better but looking damp from sweat. He stretched and rolled from his side to his back, finding he was lying next to Boromir. He smiled as Boromir realized the four of them were in bed together and he clearly felt better as well.
Then I woke up. Damn. Just as it was getting nummy! LOL
While waiting for the next day, I decided to head home. I worked at the zoo (a relative's girlfriend in real life just got a job at a zoo). Something about checking out the monkeys... and then using the bathroom before heading home. There was another contestant there- she had a sketchbook- and apparently I wasn't supposed to be fratenizing with her.
I went home but that's when things start to get all mixed up. I was walking/driving home with my mother and sister. We passed an exit sign for apples and lemons and she wanted to know what that was abut. I said it was how to get to the Apple House and she said "Ohhh, that's where it is!" Apparently we'd had some discussion about how to get there from where we were at the moment and she hadn't believed me when I'd previously told her the location. I wanted to swing by the mailboxes at the townhouse development before going home, so I could mail some things, but that was out of the way. So I decided I'd go out of my way in the morning and drop them off. For some reason we were definitely walking at this point and looking at a map. My sister noted how the route back to the house was a straight line back. ANd I said all we had to do was ask people if we could walk through their houses. Much laughter. Then we walked around the development to our house (the one where my old house really was... but my house in the dream was located in a completely different place- where Sugar used to live, actually). Then came the night. And I was watching Lord of the RIngs on TNT to pass the time.
In the movie, it was post RotK and Sam and Frodo (looking NOTHING like themselves in the movies) were looking after Boromir (who wasn't dead) and Aragorn (the men DID look like themselves in the movies) who apparently were ill. The hobbits put them to bed (ah, the same bed) and looked after them. And the next scene was the men waking up. Boromir was on his back, his arm wrapped around Sam. Aragorn was on his side, body curled and arm draped around Frodo. Aragorn woke, feeling better but looking damp from sweat. He stretched and rolled from his side to his back, finding he was lying next to Boromir. He smiled as Boromir realized the four of them were in bed together and he clearly felt better as well.
Then I woke up. Damn. Just as it was getting nummy! LOL
