Okay, so - this is what my dream was last night.

For some reason Ella and I were flying to America with Elias, and we got on this big arse plane (I can't remember how we got on the plane, but I know that there was some sort of back story to that) and flew to Auckland, I think, although, it wasn't really Auckland, it was still her.
ANYWAY.
We were sitting on the plane for freaking hours, and it kept on getting delayed, and kept on getting delayed - Ella and I both had three seats to ourselves - so we were lounging about, playing cards. We decided that we'd get off the plane, and go get coffee, go for a wee bit of shopping, and then get back on and go. So, we got off. We headed into the strip, and went shopping. The road was still the same, but all the shops were different. Ella wanted coffee, there was a starbucks. We went in, I decided that I didn't want anything. Her and Elias went off, then I decided that I did want some. But not there were so many people in there. And the lady was chatting to them all, and she wasn't making my goddammed gande white chocolate mocca with two extra shots, and whipped cream. (I remember thinking that I would definitely be able to pay for it, because I was going to America, and I wouldn't need any bus money.)
I ended up yelling at the lady, and everyone else in the coffee shop to SHUT, THE FUCK UP! I HAVE TO GO CATCH A PLANE, AND I WANT MY GODDANED COFFEE, SO PLEASE WILL YOU ALL BE QUIET AND MAKE MY COFFEE. I am sorry for yelling, it is out of order, but I just want to get back into the plane. She made it. Very quietly. It was very awkward in that coffee shop.

Oh, I've just remembered - we were going to Jess's wedding... in Timaru.. But we were going to go to America... Wow, dreams are fucked up...

They had gone, dissipated. And some old lady was touching my cards! [I don't know why, but two backs of cards were laid out on three metal tables over by the tram tracks underneath that sculpture) and I had to get back to that freaking plane.

And all of a sudden, I wasn't me. I was a kid. And there were four others. And we had to fly back to the plane. When we jumped, we jumped so high, and we flue. But, not everyone could do it. The littlest couldn't. A wee blond boy. And my god, we were up high. We passed over this massive trampoline, and fields, and trees. And I was trying to carry some of the others when they couldn't fly. We were up so high, I kept on thinking that a drop would've killed us.

We made it back to the plane, and I was me again, and I had my coffee, and I had these fantastic shoes! Oh my god, they were brilliant! Red, with strap that went across the foot - so gorgeous. But, the plane wasn't a plane, it was a cat (and this fact was accepted) and the shoes morphed into a massive version, and went onto the cats feet [I remember thinking, the cat can't take off without wheels, how can it run in heels?) and promptly ran off, leaving me with a cold coffee, and not on the plane.


FML.