I never remember my dreams, so I want to get this down. And wtf does it all mean??!?!

It's all still a little hazy, but the first thing I remember is that Sherri and I are going to the movies. We decide on what we want to see. She gets in line, but a mad rush of people suddenly stand behind her and when I go to stand next to her, someone grabs me by the arms and drags me to the back of the line, yelling at me for cutting.

I finally get to the front, but I don't remember which movie we decided to see. I try to get Sherri's attention, but she's standing too far away and can't hear me. The person behind the ticket counter says that he thinks she bought a ticket for "Staying Alive" (side note: wtf?!??! and I'm certain it was not "Stay Alive" nor was this 1983). So I get a ticket and put it in my coat pocket. Sherri comes up to me through the little turnstile thingy,confirms that I bought the right ticket and tells me that I need to try this drink that she bought. The drink is strawberry flavored and has a thicker viscosity, like syrup. I apparently like this or want my teeth to fall out because I go to the little Dairy Queen type place to order one. This huge guy cuts in front of me in line. The squirrelly little guy behind the counter, who clearly saw this, just helps him without saying a word.

Well, I go apeshit. I start screaming about how I got in trouble earlier for cutting in line, but this guy gets rewarded. The guy is huge and obnoxious. I punch him in the face, but it wasn't as hard as I could. The guy pulls out this butter knife on a plastic sword handle (again, wtf?!?!) and I laugh at him. Then he leaves.

I go back to the counter and tell the guy what I want. He disappears in the back room and doesn't come out. Someone else comes out and I scream at him to get the guy back here and tell him to make my drink. He comes back and takes forever to make it. In the meantime, I keep checking my pockets for my movie ticket, but I can't find it. All I can find are tickets to other movies that I've already seen. The guy brings the drink over to me, but it looks nothing like what Sherri had. Instead, he gave me some kind of green soda with huge lumps of pink jello in it. He says, "I'm sorry. It's going to suck, but that's all I can do."

I go apeshit again...and the F bombs start flying. (side note: That's how you know this is a dream. They'd probably be flying a lot sooner in real life.) "I'm paying you for a SERVICE! Do your fucking job and give me what I asked for. You should be trying to exceed my expectations considering how fucking awful this has been..." yadda yadda yadda...There are two women sitting at the counter eating this giant, messy piece of chocolate cake, just staring at me. I know I'm overreacting and way too angry and disrupting everyone. I know they are all extremely annoyed by me and just want me out of there. I keep looking for my ticket and I can't find it. I also don't know if the movie started or not yet, and what happened to Sherri.

And that's about where I woke up.