I've never had a dream like this, it's not horribly dramatic or crazy, but... It's different. I never usually have one person in my dream like this. They usually evolve into something else. And, this dream was extremely girly feeling. Not normal!
At the beginning, I was in a ring of people, a small ring with a pole in the middle. It looked like some historical thing, because it was dusty and everyone was wearing clothing from the 1800's, including me. I was wearing a work-dress. Wow! It was significant in the dream. :-) I had a horse, and I lost this weird game that was being played in the ring. I also lost the horse. Which really angered me at the time.
I was on the ground, fuming, and Horatio Hornblower (well, the actor who plays him) helped me off the ground. So, the people who got my horse offered us a ride to my house, which we accepted. I kept on falling off the carriage because I was trying to smack the woman. She was taunting me! :-) By the time we got to my house, he was shirtless and somehow his hair was wet. I was like... Erkay. This is not problematic. So, I gave him the tour of my house. We get to my parents room, and it was turned into a family room with a couch and a weird patched up chunky hole in the wall. My brother's room looked similar. We kept on walking past my room, and the door would be open a crack. He'd want to look inside.
So, I go into my room and tidy up. He comes in mid-tidy and says, "You don't need to do that for me!" in this cute voice. Oddly, I believed him.
And, so we joked around for a while, and he did this little hippy dance. So cute. Then he plops down on my bed. I was laying there on the bed, laying with my head by the foot of the bed, not facing him. I almost hyperventilated because I was laying on a bed with that guy. I'm so dumb. My thought processes were as follows: "What the hell? There is a guy I've never met, I've seen him on *TV* before, and he's half nude on my bed? What a dear heart he is." After what felt like forever, he told me he really liked me, because I was "nice." My vocabulary is so small, let me tell you.
I close my eyes for a minute and we are suddenly in a lecture hall. There was about 50 other women with me, applying for an assistant job for a professor that looked like Anthony Stewart Head. He didn't talk like him though. I found it greatly funny.
After a while of blabbing and people sitting too close to me, he read a list of people that made the cut, which I made. Woo! I went to the stage and shook the Giles look-a-like's hand. His handshake was extremely limp. That also made me laugh. I then walked up the stairs where Ioan was standing(yes, that's the actor's name, he needed a name. Calling him HIM gets old) and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and squeezed his hand since he was the only guy to be applying. He was wearing a gray sweater (well, and pants were implied, but I can't remember). I was happy he wasn't half nude in this setting. Also, I felt all warm and happy inside, because he liked me because I was nice.
Then, I sat back down at my spot and started blushing because I'm a huge dork. This woman got angry at me for wanting to get to my spot, because her legs were comfortable. She glared at me, and then started talking about how bad her day was.
Then, all these chattery women are behind me, angry for some reason. They were saying, "He wants an *intelligent* girl, not a pretty one like us!" I was like what? Who are they talking about? But, then I looked back and it was a huge "Duh!" on my part. I found it humorous that they called me intelligent. I'm not. lol.
I looked at him again, he smiled at me. That, of course turned me into a big bunch of girly mush, and then I woke up.