This dream was so cool. So cool.
I'm at this camp/festival thing, not really clear on what it is, but there's a group of people that I'm with. However, most of them are my family member, all three grandparents and several aunts, uncles, and cousins.
We were making a movie at this festival, and myself and my grandpa and paternal grandma were all in it, as well as my second cousin (who my mind made up) to whom I was very attracted. (I am, once again, newly single.) He looked kind of like my friend Matt and his name was Zack, I believe. He was related to me on the Smith side, but I eventually found out that we were not blood-related, his side of the family was married in.
In this movie, my grandma was playing a super glamorous, bad-ass queen. My grandma is not usually the kind of person who dresses up, but she was wearing a huge, shiny gown and a fantastic headdress. The headdress was red with enormous feathers sticking out of it in a semicircle.
My grandpa was an Ice God. There was this bit with blocks of ice that turned into living ice statues while we watched, then my grandpa was dressed as a huge, masculine ice god. My second cousin who I was in love with and I were in this scene.
The scene was that the ice god shot two hunks of ice at us and granted us each a wish, but I kept forgetting my one line again and again.
Finally, after the scene, Zack and I were alone together and jumped on him and kissed him, but he pushed me away. I was sad.
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