I had a dream...

I dreamt I was taking a tour of some random place in Washington. It was my mother and sister. The guides were these three guys...i guess i should give them names. Um....James ('cause thats my bf name <33) and...Joey ('cause thats my best guy friends' name). Anyway, they were showing us around--mind they were only a few years older then me--and they took us to this small room. I forgot what they said about it, but music was playing from nowhere and James was dancing by himself. So i joined him to dance, right when a slow song started! This James looked absolutly nothing like the real thing, but he was cute...though i forgot what he looked like. Anyway, we danced slowly, but it was anything but romantic. I wasn't wearing some Renaissance dress that magically poofed on my body, i was wearing jeans and an old sweatshirt. He wasn't wearing one of those Renaissance outfits either, just jeans a a T-shirt. Anyway, we danced for, like, 10 minutes. I looked around the small room, just as my family and the two guides were leaving. They locked me in the room!! I don't know how exacly i got out, but i did. The hotel we stayed at wasn't a hotel at all, it was more of a dank room with sleeping bags. By the time i got there, there were no more sleeping bags. So i think i shared with my sister, but i couldn't see the sleepers face. Then i woke up.

I'm not entirly sure why i decided to share this with people, but i just thought i should.