A Crazy Dream

Last night/this morning I had this ridiculously long dream, and I feel like I should record it. Maybe this should be where I write down my dreams? I don't know... most of my dreams are really weird! haha
Anyway... There's a lot that I don't really remember exactly, so I hope that if you read this, you'll bear with me (and when I come back to look over old posts, I'll be able to remember my dream!).
Here it goes:
It started out with me someplace cold and dark (I want to say Alaska? or a pole?), and I had no way of getting out of there - but I wasn't worried about it. I was just waiting for someone or something... anyway, I guess they came because the next thing I remember is being on some sort of caravan that was sort of a cross between the middle ages and the old south. We stopped at a 'rest stop' - that is to say, a set of out-houses... I was in line behind a whole bunch of maids, and one of them said "We're going to be here for days!" very resignedly, and I knew it was somehow true. Then a maid came up to me and I realized that I wasn't a maid myself... I was wearing this really pretty deep red dress (not any of those 'little red dresses' or anything; this was a real dress - yes, as opposed to a fake one) and she told me to follow her. I thought she was going to take me to the front of the line (which really wasn't all that long, so now that I think about it, maybe the maid didn't mean we'd be there for days because of the out-house line...) and I was really loathe to use my position to get ahead of all these other women, but the maid told me it was urgent, so I followed her to this building that was behind the out-houses, when she told me to go into. I walked into this large, very decorated room (I seem to recall tapestries and stuff, but it was very bright, very my image of old south... but still with that weird middle ages flair) and then this guy appeared - not 'appeared', more like, caught my attention whereas before I had only noticed the room. Somehow I knew him, and somehow I knew that we were either 'courting' or engaged... anyway, he talked to me for a minute, and then he warned that he wasn't the reason I was in this room - my father had come to see me (???). Then he sort of melted into a drapery or something, and my father walked into the room. (Quickly... In this dream, I didn't look like myself, and my 'father' in the dream was not my dad in real life.) He had a sort of handlebar mustache and a hat, and he seemed very gray in that his clothing was dark, his hair was gray and his hat was gray. I think. Maybe not. Hmm. He sat down on a couch and told me to stand in front of him (like he was going to lecture me) and then he proceeded to tell me that this wasn't a good match, that the guy was all wrong for me, he didn't suit my position, etc. I don't really remember what he said, but he really didn't like the guy. I don't know if I said anything... I think I probably told him that I disagreed and that I felt the guy was perfect and that I was ...going to meet his parents? That last part's a guess because the next thing that I remember, we (that is to say, the guy and I) are at this old southern farm that is somehow stuck in the middle of a suburb. There was a big yellow dome thing - I can't remember what they're called : ( - with a dragon painting attached to it - unfinished, like the one in my room. It looked like the dragon was trying to get into the thing. We went into the main house, and I looked around a little while he was talking to his parents. It looked a lot like my aunt and uncle Diana and Chris' house... they had a gorgeous piano, with ivory keys and mother of pearl designs added, it was really lovely. Then I went back and talked to them, and it was abundantly clear that they didn't like me and didn't approve, and the guy was really upset with them for being so rude to me. I had asked for a bathroom so that I could take a bath and get cleaned up, and apparently they were really rude because they didn't send a servant to show me the way. I found the bathroom fine on my own, and there was something about it that really upset me (because it showed how much they didn't like me) but I took a bath, and then there were no towels... so somehow I felt it would be fine to wander around naked (but I wasn't embarrassed or anything... in the dream it was the perfectly natural thing to do) and in my naked wanderings I came across some really disturbing things, like a whole series of empty cages, weird signs, and a spinny thing in the floor... then this old woman found me and gave me a towel and apologized for the meanness of her owners - at this point I realized what was going on... the guy's parents were slave traders! But she assured me that the guy only kept in his parent's good graces so that he would inherit the 'farm' and so that he could free everyone. Then the really nice old woman showed me back to the bathroom, and I woke up.

Weird, eh?