There is no possible explanation for this dream other than this: I'm completely cracked.
The dream started with me getting a packet of information about a trip I was taking. The trip? To join Taylor Swift in LA when she launched her new perfume. Uh huh. You read that right. The perfume was called Rapture and there was a photo of Taylor wearing a black evening gown on the itinerary. It seemed completely normal that I was going to this, and I read through the details and prepared to go. It also appeared that the reason I was going had something to do with ASU.
It was totally random because the flight left at like 10 at night and then there were activities in the middle of the night in LA and the launch was the next day. I wasn't quite clear why it was being done that way but didn't bother asking anyone about it.
At some point while I was perusing the itinerary Nathan Angelo (that's him on the right) walked out of his apartment, which was, apparently, directly across from where I was reading this information. He smiled his Nathan smile, laughed, then went on his merry way. The dream shifted to an airplane, which was clearly Southwest based on the colors and the flight attendants but it was anything BUT a Southwest plane. It was more like an old school DC10 with tons of room between the aisles and seats on both sides and in the middle. My mom was with me and for some random reason we weren't sitting together.
I looked back to her seat and she was less than pleased. The guy behind her, a grown up, was pushing on her seat and kicking it and being a complete jerk. I told her to move and tried to find a flight attendant. Then for some reason I moved and my mom did move but still not by me. I was sitting by the window and no one sat next to me. And then, I guess, we flew.
At some point someone was asking why I was involved in the whole event and my mom said it was a rifle team reunion, which made absolutely no sense (I was not involved with the rifle team at ASU, that was WVU). I shook my head and said, "No. It's because I'm awesome." To be fair, that actually does sound like something I'd say.
I got to LA and my mom was no longer with me but I met my friend Tasha, also involved in the event, at the airport. She was wearing a black and white evening gown and I was wearing a red one. Someone whispered that her ride would be there soon and she told them she would rather wait for her husband to pick us up. The person that talked to her seemed annoyed but went away.
Moments later we were on a bus but it was just like the plane. Tasha told me I should print my itinerary, and I was confused since I had a copy of it, but it was on red paper and I got up and walked to the printers on the other side of the bus. I put the paper down to print it and saw someone take their credit card out of it then walked back to my seat, still by the window in the exact same place it was on the plane, and there were two people sitting there taking pictures out of the window.
I asked them what they were doing there and they said those were their seats. I told them they were sitting in my seat and they got really snotty about it. When I asked if they would just give me my bag still sitting under the seat they refused and I had to call a flight attendant - yes, they were on the bus too. She was less than helpful so I reached under and grabbed the bag and then I woke up.
