Well Mannered Fencing

I had two dreams last night, both of which were emotionally charged (which is usually something I don't experience when I'm not dreaming).

The first one is hilarious and showcases the difference between myself and my dream self - my dream self is waaaaay more able to talk to people it doesn't know and isn't afraid to (apparently) stand up for something. Wish I had more guts in real life.

The first dream consists of me, Stu and a bunch of friends at a nice, beautiful restaurant. We were in a dining room with wooden floors, wide, wide windows, and the breeze was fluttering through the filmy curtains. It was a new place because it didn't have much on the walls, just the light fixtures. The walls were cream-colored, and there was even a stone fireplace on one side.

There was one other table in the little room we were in, with a grown-up family - grown up daughters, mother, father. They had ordered some guacamole and soup to go with their meal, and one of the daughters began explaining just how particular they wanted their guacamole, after sending it back (and the soup) twice.

I said something under my breath to the effect of, "I really can't believe they're that high maintenance" (but said much more proper) when one of the girls turned to me with a venomous stare.

"Would you please be polite to the waiter?" I asked.

Well, apparently she wouldn't because she started railing at me while I politely and discreetly pointed out that she was being ridiculous with the staff and that they were doing their best (they were new, after all) and that their food was perfectly delicious.

Well, then she was enraged because she thought I'd called her rude and a few other choice names (which she really was) so I sat down with her mother at the end of our meal and said, "Please forgive me if I ever said anything to upset you. I did not call her rude. I asked her to be polite." We ended up patching things up (the mother/family and me, but not the girl) and they left while we continued to enjoy our lovely meal.

Etc.

Weird dream.

Anyway, the next dream was much more my style. Me and a gang of people were holed up in a castle, trying to escape. I had a fencing sword and every few turns I met someone and had to stick a sword through them so they wouldn't kill me. One guy just wouldn't give up, even after multiple stab wounds, and we ended up underneath the castle in a big, open area with a huge pit beneath. I was trying to get everyone out and someone told me one of our guys had fallen but I knew they were lying so then I had to try to figure out who I could trust and who I couldn't and still figure out how we were going to get out of there.

Anyway. This after eating a spinach salad, homemade macaroni, and a cubed steak. And milk and cookies. I blame the milk and cookies.