Fear and Loathing in Los Suenos

I had the most bizarre dream last night.  I spent most of it feeling utterly repulsed, and by the most interesting things.  Kenneth Branagh for one.  Apparently in my dream, he and John Stamos were both madly in love with me (the former I could live without, the latter - well, I suppose it was one of my wildest dreams).  Anyway, in my dream, I was walking around the mall and I saw Stamos and my first impulse was to run away and hide from him.  In the end, I quite liked him, odd considering my first response.  I'm not sure exactly what changed in that.  But when I saw Branagh again, I shrieked and was literally stumbling over myself in sheer panic trying to get away.  Somehow I ran to my dorm at CMU, even though the mall was clearly in Danbury, and as I was running, I turned my head and saw a girl from high school that was otherwise a very nice girl, but annoyed me beyond belief (if you want to know who, just ask).  I met up again with Stamos later and we were attending some sort of fashion show in which everyone was very fake-tanned and it looked extremely tropical - things that I loathe in real life - well, things other than fashion shows.  The whole time I was there though, I was feeling constant fear that Branagh would show up, like he was a ghost looming in my peripheral, a Gilderoy Lockhart-like ghost, complete with black cape.  I think he did show up eventually and declared he was dragging me off to be married and I cried out in terror or something and hid shaking under a desk until some lady dragged me out and said he was gone, things get a bit fuzzy after the fashion show...Anyhoo, strange dream no?