This dream seems to be a bit of a twist on Cinderella in a way. I was a girl, working in the shop of some woman, in what appeared to be England in the time of knights. I was one of many of her many servants, although this woman seemed to take much pleasure in aiming most of her jibes and threats at me. And then I say this man, whom I cannot accurately describe, but at times he seemed a handsome young man my age, and others a balding old chubby man. It was as a chubby man that I first saw him, and immediately I fell in love with him, and he walked up to me and told me to meet him for lunch that very day.

Two other servant girls, who at once resembled my two sisters and my two best friends, came to my aid in getting me away from the shop for long enough to eat lunch with this man. There was something we needed to retreive for the lunch, but it was locked away in a fiery cave, and we had to be careful not to fall into the molten stuff. For some reason this was played over three times in my head, our entering the cave, and retrieving this object. The first two times the other two managed to grab it, and in the third I did and the fiery cave spit us out. And then I was dressed in fine clothing for lunch, which this man decided to have with my family, for whom I worked. Although they did not recognize me as their servant, they did not even serve me food as they did with the rest of the people. Later myself and this man left the place, and ended up somewhere very futuristic, and something told me that we were there in search of a goodnight kiss (for it was suddenly nighttime). But then a boy who I think was a cousin came and asked me in Spanish what I was doing there, for he recognized me. I replied in Spanish that we were looking for his gift, which seemed not at all weird and he accepted that, but told me to come back with him, and being a slave to my family I had to follow.

I did not see that man again, though in my dream I thought of him constantly. I was helping a cousin shop for her toddler son, and she was having trouble getting him to like that outfit she was trying to give him. After several moments of chasing him and appealing to him, I realized that the outfit was one with a skirt, and immediately found a size four of the exact same thing, but without the skirt. Then I bumped in to a friend of mine, named Jo, but when she saw me I was ashamed, and after saying only her name, I was called by my cousin to to help her with something else, and of course I went to do it, although it seemed one of the most important things for me to do was talk to Jo. And then there was another of my friends, and she was folding something at a shelf, because, like me, she was a slave to her family, and we talked of how we'd love to get away, and I thought miserably of the man whom I had fallen in love with, and then I woke up.