This dream began at camp. It wasn't music camp or church camp, I'm unclear on exactly what kind of camp it was. All I know is that we were in a large, co-ed cabin. The row of bunk beds along one side of the cabin was for girls, the other was for boys.
There were several dark-haired, attractive boys there including one particularly cute guy, younger than me, slightly curly dark hair. (He was not Curly. In the dream, Curly was Zach Braff, but I still somehow knew that he was Curly.) There was another distinctive guy who looked a little Hispanic, and a somewhat obese boy about my age, maybe older. I don't remember which other boys/girls there were.
The boys decided to play a really, really mean prank on me by stealing my flute and nailing all of its pieces to a tree on the main-stage hill. (Apparently it was also partly Ichthus.) It was there for a few days and got rained on and rusty. When I found out I freaked, naturally, and went and pulled out all of the nails while sobbing uncontrollably.
Apparently I forgave them, because we went back to being friends shortly after. This would probably not happen in real life, because they would owe me a great deal of money to replace the flute.
That's about the time when the Hispanic-looking guy was kidnapped by the Chicago Strangler, then was let go again. I don't remember this happening in the dream, but he talked about it later.
After he came back, I was abducted by the Strangler. He was the Trinity Killer from the show "Dexter." (Yet another sign that I watch far too much television.)
However, I managed to escape and then lead the police to the Strangler, thus becoming a hero. I remember running over to talk to the Strangler as a policewoman, namely Mrs. Miller from my church, led him away in cuffs. I think I was gloating or something.
During all of this, I was still living at the camp and the curly-haired boy and I had become make-out buddies. Zach Braff and I were still dating, but I didn't feel an ounce of guilt while I was cuddling with the new boy.
When it was time for us all to go home from camp, we piled into the van and curly-haired make-out buddy and I sat by each other. I was contemplating how to break it to him that I had a boyfriend back home and we couldn't keep fooling around when he said something about how far away he lived from me and that it was going to be a pretty long drive for me when I went to visit him.
I took that opportunity to tell him that things weren't going to work out between us, it was too long of a distance between us. He was mad, but I only felt bad for a few moments. (Apparently I have no heart.)
When we got back, my grandma was there to pick me up but we had to take a boat from our van to the parking lot because they were separated by a rivery-pondish looking thing.
We got back to shore and my obese friend started having some sort of crisis. I comforted him saying, "You have a big heart, that's why people like you." and several variations of that.
Then I hung out with Zach Braff, and he commented on how I seem to have had a good time kissing the curly-haired boy at camp. I didn't really answer him. I just had a "meh" moment, and after that we forgot about it.
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