i gotta go to school...

right now, i have to go to school. i woke up late. it's 7:33am. but, i had the weirdest dream. it was this dream within a dream. i was at my cousin's house. and there was this guy lying in a bed. in the dream, it was one of his friends, but in my head in the dream (the person i was in the dream was thinking that it was...) it was my first ex-boyfriend? and so, I laid down next to him, and gave him a kiss, thinking it was the ex, and when the dream-me woke up and found out it was the friend, we both did the "EWWWW!" thing and wiped our faces...at least we've confimed: not attracted to that one?
and then the dream changed places. I had to go from this house to another place. i had to go watch this independent movie while the cousin and cohorts went carousing. and so, i was dropped off, and then realized i had no cell phone with me, but oh well. and i watched this scratchy, patchy movie, but not all of it. part of the reel was broken. but apparently it was one of the newly, shall we say, "in" nature documentary/dramas. this one had trained lions hunting buffalo.
the cell phone part comes back into play when an elderly man says, "hi joy," and tells me we have to leave the movie a little early, and dream-me is half waking into real-time me now, but is still willing to go along with this. and we drive in his pickup to a little, white house. and there we (the two joy-consiousness-es) learn that this is matthew mcconaughy's father (i have no idea how to spell that.) the three of us and matthew's gorgeus sisters (i also do not know if matthew has sisters) were going big game hunting; specifically, we were going to hunt buffalo with trained lions...who knew?
so, we drove out to first check out the campsites, and dream-joy AND real-joy were getting quite nervous, but mostly because i had no gear, and everyone expected me to have gear. i woke up as i was explaing to matthew that i couldn't go because i didn't have boots, only these slip-on shoes and that i couldn't call the cousin to pick me up because i didn't have my cell phone and i had forgotten my house key with my cell phone, but hey, i had my credit card...though i didn't think it would help in the wild, what with the ineffectiveness of swiping my card on a tree and all (i was saying this in the dream. yes. wow, right?)
and matthew had the most concerned look on his face, really disappointed. after this, his burly father, who was dressed in a gingham shirt, a red gingham shirt, told me that he would not be opposed to me making a move on his son...which statement shocked both the joy-people.
the strangest portion of this whole thing, however, is that during the dream, matthew m. could speak chinese without an accent, and did so several times. apparently, i knew him in college because we were both learning chinese in college. and, i called matthew m. george. his name was george.
to school, to school.