Dream 6: Engagement Parties, Samurai Swords and Prostitution

Instead of reading le Petit Prince like a good, motivated student, I am going to blog about my dream from last night.

We're on the top floor of a very large skyscraper which is a suite that is currently filled with all sorts of sophisticated people. My friend (I don't know who it was, but we were really close, almost like sisters) is wearing the golden ballgown that I picked out for her. It's her engagement party and the building we're in is owned by her fiancee. He's a very elegant man. Food and champagne is everwhere and soft jazz music is wafting in from another room. I watch as my friend twirls around in her dress, looking as happy as humanly possible. She catches my eye, comes over to me and tells me how much she loves her dress and how wonderful my fashion sense is. I begin to say something but am cut short by the arrival of our entertainment. He is a Samurai swordsman who is going to teach us the art of the Samurai sword, specifically how to defend ourselves with one. He doesn't look like he has one drop of Asain blood in him, which makes me doubt his ability. But he is proficient enough and I learn a lot. The next thing I know, I'm in love with him and he with me. We're as cute as my friend and her fiancee, who actually happens to be the brother of the Samurai guy. But both of us get in a fight with our men and leave. We spend the night on the streets in seedy attire and after one night sleeping outside and thinking over the argument, we decide to go back to them. So we head back to the building, convince the elevator operator that we mean well and aren't going to fight with them again, return to the top floor suite, and embrace our men. Everyone apologizes and is happy again.

The end!