Last night I had the worst dream. (And this is an honest to goodness description of EXACTLY how my dream went.) It was November 21st, and I was finally going to see Twilight. I showed up with someone whose face I never saw, and immediately I saw Nicole, so I knew I was in the right place. (The reason I was concerned I might not be in the right place was because I was not at a theater, but a Christian church that had graciously offered their auditorium for the Twilight viewing.) But there weren't any other people that I recognized. That's okay, I was early. I milled about doing completely random, nonsensical things that happen in dreams, killing time until the movie started. But as it neared the time, I realized there were still too few people I recognized. I started to panic when I realized the movie was about to start and Kim was not there yet, which meant neither was my ticket. THEY WEREN'T GOING TO LET ME IN!! I was starting to hyperventilate a little bit when the iPhone in my pocket rang. Wait, I don't have an iPhone. But it was in my pocket, ringing, so I answered it. (Bill and I saw Eagle Eye last night, can you tell?) It was my sister Amy, saying she was almost there. I didn't have the heart to tell her it didn't matter, we had no tickets. Then it was time to enter the auditorium. Even though I had no ticket, the people that worked at the church let me in but said I just couldn't sit down yet. I watched as the chairs quickly filled up, trying not to freak out. Where was Kim??!! It was at that point I saw Ally sitting in the front row with her friend, all decked out with Prom hair and makeup. Why was Ally here and not Kim? And why the freak is she at Twilight?! The workers wouldn't let me go over and ask her, but they went over and asked Ally where Kim was. Ally said, "The store." Okay. Then I started seeing all my friends file in (and by friends I mean friends from high school who don't even live in my state anymore) and they're all sitting together, laughing and talking, excited for the movie, totally NOT caring that I was standing there without a ticket, unable to sit down. I kept trying to tell them to save me a seat, but no one would. (Mean, mean friends.) FINALLY, just as the lights were dimming, Kim comes running in all frantic, apologizing profusely for being late, explaining that Brady had messed up his face in a bad fall (sorry Kim, hope this isn't prophetic). "You should see it," she said. "It's like, totally deformed." Then she went and sat down. WITHOUT ME!! I hurried and found the last empty seat just as the movie started (as dreams go, it just so happened to be the best seat in the house). But this volunteer kid from the church started making everybody popcorn up front and the butter machine went crazy and started spraying all over me. I quickly shielded it with my jacket, and ran to another worker and started yelling at them that we are trying to watch this movie for the love of Pete and this kid is hosing us down with butter!! They made him stop, and I walked back to my seat, thinking for sure everyone would applaud me for what I'd done. I heard one person clap, and another girl called my iPhone and said she wanted to fight me for thinking I was the biggest Twilight fan, when in all actuality, she was. I had to dodge her for a while, before realizing the screen wasn't even showing Twilight. I didn't recognize anything! I leaned over to my cousin Michelle and said, "Are we sure this is even Twilight?" And she said, "No, it's not. The church said they were going to show a short movie first." Frustrated, I sat back, waiting for Twilight to start, when my iPhone rang again, this time a creepy voice telling me I had to leave the theater immediately because apparently I'd gotten caught up in some government conspiracy. (Yeah, that would be Eagle Eye again.) So I left the theater, before Twilight even started, and missed the entire movie. I woke up in a near cold sweat.
So tell me, do you think therapy would be beneficial, or am I too far gone?