Setting/background: In the dream, I have a friend who just left her husband, and both of them moved out of their house which looked very similar to my parents house. Her and I are back in the house, and my mother's there, and we're packing up christmas decorations, trying to figure out who's is what.
Dream: I have a pile of things infront of me and my mother passes me a box for a mug that's sitting in the pile. I open up the box and see that there's a bunch of mini candy canes of all types standing up on it. I think this is odd, but I dump them out, put the mug in, pour the mini candy canes back in the box and put it aside . . .
After a while of just that, my friend and I go into the kitchen and we're talking about what she's going to do now, and she points to a picture on the refridgerator.
"Isn't he just gorgeous?"
It's a picture of Keanu Reeves. I just kinda look at her and nod.
She says something about how he's always been her dream guy, and that she can now go after him.
That kinda ends that scene.
The next thing I see is her and I at some party by a pool next to the beach. It's this fancy millionaire's party, and everyone that I can see happens to be all dressed up. I think this is crazy 'cause we're on the beach and by a pool. People should be wearing bathing suits like me.
I'm wearing a bikini (wishful dreaming on my part. They just don't make the tops big enough) and over the bikini I'm wearing a pair of net shorts that don't really do much to cover anything, they just look nice. Both the bikini and the "shorts" are a dark navy blue color.
I'm talking with my friend about god only knows what, and I get the urge to go over and do something to this other lady's hair . . . she's got a style kinda marge simpson-ish, except it comes to a point at the top. I walk over there and start bending her hair around into odd shapes, but none of them want to stay that way . . . they all just fall. So I just put it back straight up, and head out to where our stuff was.
On the way out, I see who's party it was . . . Keanu Reeves . . . he's sitting on some steps and wearing sunglasses and swimming shorts, and that's it . . .
My friend catches up to me then and I notice Keanu getting up and walking our way. I don't say anything to her 'cause she'd flip out. Our stuff is sitting on a towel in the grass under a tree (odd for on the beach, but what can I say . . . it's a dream)
She finally see's him and get's all quiet. He comes up to us and seems to recognize me. He asked me if I was the one who managed to quit smoking so easily (I don't smoke and never have, except it was true in the dream) and I nodded yes. So then he tells me he's trying to quit, but there's all these things that he feels and he asks me if it's normal and all when you first stop to feel the way he was, and I say yes and explain to him what he needs to do so he doesn't get back into smoking . . . and by this time, a whole bunch of people had gathered around us and were just watching
