Subconscious.

I had the craziest dream. Most of my dreams are, but this one was a different kind of crazy. It almost made sense.

It starts with me on the second floor of an older house. All the walls are white and there is a double bed with a large window in every room. The floors are wooden and creak when I walk on them. I walk from room to room, touching the moldings along the entrances of the rooms, since none of them have doors, just arched entryways. Then I start jumping on one of the beds, and it also creaks slightly. This makes me really happy, and I start hearing my thoughts out loud, echoing throughout the entire second floor. I'm saying something about how the perfect house will have creaky floor and creaky beds and beautiful windows. It will have a sense of history. A sense of past.

Then all of the beds start creaking, so I get a little scared, and run out of the room I was in, grab the banister of the stairs, lean against it and run down the stairs. I emerge from the stairs into a kitchen with long counters and a granite slab of counter jutting out of one of the walls with a computer against the wall. There are three stools sitting by the counter, and two boys are occupying two of the three stools, sitting side-by-side. Suddenly, I am absolutely certain that I know the one on the right, and that I love him. I go and sit down across from him, and we hold each other's hands from across the counter. There is sunlight pouring into the window that is behind him, but it's a slightly-cloudy-day type of sunlight. There is a door to my far left, and people come in and out. The boy, who's face I don't recognize, alternates from sitting across from me and behind me. No matter where he is, we are holding hands. I feel insanely comfortable with him, which indicates that I must have known him for a long time. He has blonde hair.

The boy next to him is not his brother, but they are like brothers. They spend an ungodly amount of time together, and the computer screen is full of pictures of them and conversation they have had in the past. I like them both. One as a brother, and one as someone who I'd like to spend the rest of my life with.

Then, I get up and go up the stairs with a few girls who have come into the door. Instead of being the upstairs it was before, it is a long, beautifully lit hallway with a window at the end. The girls are all wearing intricate dresses except for one, who is wearing jeans and seems to be directing them. The girls in the dresses are rude and I don't talk to them. I only talk to the girl in the jeans, whose name is Sam. She tells me that she has designed the dresses and that she hopes I have fun tonight. Suddenly, there is another girl there with curly dark hair. She seems extremely fun and starts telling me about how she just went to the ice cream shop downtown.

At this point, the "camera" that directs my dream pans away from me and follows this girl's memory, showing her going down the stairs and out the door with a friend, walking through a beautiful town on a sloping hill, with water in the distance and brightly colored houses lining the street. As she is walking down the street, a man with a strong voice starts narrating my dream, telling me about this girl and her friend. But when they walk down the street, they pass a woman in a sun hat and her husband. The woman is driving what looks like an elongated golf cart that is painted a light blue and has two surfing boards on top of it.

The "camera" now pans on this couple and the narrator says, "And then there were the Wilburs." At which point the part of my mind that knows this is a dream says, "You mean, like Dan Wilbur? Why is Dan Wilbur in my dream?" But the narrator continues, talking about this eccentric couple who live in this beautiful small town. Then, it goes back to the two girls going down the street, and they happen to bump into a girl who just moved to town. She is pretty shy and confused at the separate world that the small town seems to be. She is walking down the street where a market is being held. There are long tables set up with items on them, and while most of the women of the town are on the side closest to the "camera," the girl is on the other side, picking up red peppers and various other things and putting them in a basket. The women giggle about whether she will be able to purchase the things properly, but she doesn't seem to hear them.

Then, the two girls see the girl and follow her. They start talking to her in the town's dialect, which consists of a lot of oo sounds. The girl is confused and continues walking. Then, she is out of the market and looking at the sky when it begins to rain. She twirls in the street, her arms outstretches, as the women watch her from underneath the market's canopy.

And then I woke up. Try to interpret that for me. Do it.