Weird dream update

I’ve been invited to a big party. I’m not sure what kind of party, but it has a big wedding feel to it. My entire family are there, all dressed up in their best party clothes.

The venue is a large house in the country on a large woodland estate. My family have been allocated a room to wait in until the party starts. We are locked in there behind a glass door to prevent us mingling prematurely. Once the party starts, the doors will be opened on everyone’s rooms and the party will start.

I get impatient, so I try to get out of the room. I notice that you can slip under the glass door through a pool of water. It means getting wet, but I’m bored waiting. Once out of the room I notice some other wet party-goers who have also got bored waiting.

I notice a girl that I recognise somehow. Her name is Jean, she has long wavy black hair, is quite small and has dark eyes. She’s quite attractive and I decide to talk to her but lose sight of her. After going back into the waiting room and out again a few times the party organizers decide to let everyone out since the glass doors are obviously not working.

The party starts and the house is full of people dressed to the nines and having a good time. Several times I see Jean and try to talk to her but can’t quite get to her. Bored with the party, I go outside for some air.

I am standing by the house, looking out over misty fields. Jean walks up beside me and says,

“Run.”

I wonder what she means so I ask her what to run from.

“Run,” she repeats.

To show me what she means she starts running out into the field. She runs incredibly fast, and I’m rather impressed at her speed. She is also now wearing dark blue jeans and I notice that she has a nice bum.

Unfortunately she runs a little too fast and trips on a rock, twisting her ankle. I run up to her to help her. She looks up at me and says, “You need to run from my boyfriend. He noticed us and is insanely jealous”

With that, her boyfriend runs up. He is a muscley sort who looks like he could beat me up quite easily, but for some reason he is wearing silver tights which destroys all of his credibility. Jean whispers to me that he always wears them, no matter the occasion.

He looks like he is going to punch me, but I dodge him. He tries again, and I dodge again. I try to punch him and land an ineffectual small punch on his face.

I realise that he’s great at punching, but I’m great at dodging, so my hundreds of small punches will end up beating him. Sure enough, I beat him to a pulp with hundreds of small punches to the face, like chinese water torture. Jean and I can be together.

Then I wake up.

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