crazy dream!

so it was not a good dream. and it is very vivid in my mind. i just have to get it out somewhere. it's crazy, and i don't know why i drempt the things i drempt, but i'm not eating animal crackers anymore before i go to bed!

THE DREAM:
so, the beginning is slightly foggy, but, i am with a friend, don't know the friend in real life. we are at a party or a bar or something drinking. well, we are both trying to get Brad Pitt (don't ask, he wouldn't be my first pick, but not complaining) and this other actor (don't know who) to ask us out. well. the unknown actor disapears. Brad Pitt takes my friend home. next thing i know, i am in the basement of my first house in ohio. the house i grew up. there are these two guys that come down and i try to fight them off, and this other guy comes from behind me and grabs me and i can't get loose. (this is where it gets creapy, almost don't want to type out creapy) they end up tieing my arms together and hang me from the ceiling. then tie my ankles on other sides of the room if you know what i mean. they tear off my clothes (see creapy) and start raping me and biting me and it was ugly. still very vivid. then Brad Pitt (my hero) comes down the stairs and he knocks the guys out, cuts me down, wraps me in a sheet and sits me against the wall so he can tie up the other guys. i am completely weak from this ordeal. so when he is done, he comes over to my side and i ask him why he came back. he said that i was normal. the other girl just wanted to be with the name. i wanted to know the person. so i was second choice. but he did come back for me and saved me. so now the dream gets a little better. =) he calls the police and they want a statement from me and he told them that i was to dramitized by it at the moment and i will give a statement later. i wanted to be out of there before they came. i had no place to go (even though that was my real house, it must not have been in the dream and i was visiting someplace and didn't really have a place called home. messed up!) so he picks me up and takes me to his place in a very nice sports car. we talked for a little bit, but i eventually fell asleep, in the dream, and he calls someone and gets the best doctor to come to his house to look at me. so he carries me to a room and i am still asleep. oh and heres a kinda funny. since the stangers ruined my underwear, he had the person he was talking to get me some. so he puts one of his t-shirts on me (who wouldn't want one of those!) and waits outside the room, very concerned, while the dr examines me, while i sleep. he just sits in this chair across from the door with his elbows on his knees and his hands fisted by his mouth just staring at the door. she comes out (he got a female dr, how sweet!) and she tells him that i need to stay in bed for a couple days to regain my strength and a nurse will be by every day to change the dressings on my wrists and ankles. the ropes did a number on them i guess. she would be back in a couple days to check up on me. so she leaves and he comes in and sits in a chair next to the bed and does the same sitting formation as outside the door. and he watches me sleep. i'm sure he moved throughout the night. he kept dismissing his butler or whatever he was. he wanted to stay there the whole night in case i woke up and freaked out. so throughout the night i constantly sit up, make sure i have all my clothes on, and lay back down, in my sleep. finally the next morning comes and i do this one more time and actually wake up from it. i was facing away from him, sat up, laid on my back and tried to figure out where i was. i had a confused look on my face so he knew i was awake and he said good morning. oh, and just a sidenote, he's not with jolie. they broke up. how ironic. so anyway, i roll over and see him sitting there with a concerned look on his face. he told me about how i had nightmares all night, and that the dr came and what was going on with all that. i just stare at him this whole time and then ask him when he was done talking, if he had been there all night. he told me yes. i asked him some other questions that i don't remember, but i remember he told me that he respected me and that i have nothing to worry about. he wasn't going to hurt me. but i knew he wouldn't. i somehow trusted him. and i told him that was good or i would've told every tabloid about it. he kinda smiled and snickered at it. then i just stared out to nothing, suddenly gripped the sheets and started balling. the whole event had caught up to me. he wasn't sure what to do, but he came over next to the bed and started stoking my hair. he was afraid to touch me, even on the shoulder. he didn't know who i would react to that. so he just comforted me the best he could and told me i will be ok, and that i am a strong person, and those guys will never be able to do that again, and that he was sorry it happened to me. then he just let me cry, still stroking my hair. then i slowed down on the crying and he asked if i wanted breakfast, so he had someone make me breakfast. he didn't want to leave my side. then i just remember being very quiet for a while, and him still being concerned for me. then i woke up. really woke up.

so that was the dream. told you it was vivid still in my mind! and i drempt it a couple days ago! it's like what every girl wants (except for the rape part) from a guy. which i know i have in my fiance, i just hope we never have to deal with that. so yeah. still freaked out about the whole dream thing. haven't told my fiance about it. i usually don't tell him about my wierd dreams. i keep them to myself or blog it. i like to think that we lived happily ever after and that he quit smoking and doing drugs and stuff and never cheated on me. hehe! it's all a dream though and i will probably never meet him, and i will be married, and he couldn't pay me enough to leave my husband. he's my "Brad Pitt". =)