smoke stacks

i'm sorry to follow naomi's good post with a dream, but here it is. i had more interesting dreams last night.
i dreamt that we all went to britain where all the piping is outside of the walls instead of inside to visit jon--i think it was jon, or at least someone i had a fondness for as i do jon--and we went to his apartment complex, and a bunch of his friends and girlfriends came in speaking in british accents and i was so excited and slammed my hand down on the table and said, "are we in britain because i needed to come here!" so, anyway, i had gone out somewhere and was coming back, but i went to the wrong apartment and found a place with two young girls--dark skinned, eyed, and haired--whose mom was a drug addict and couldn't buy them food. so i went into their home and brought them food, cookies too, and started reading them the Bible and teaching them about God. I kept going there day in and day out when their mother wasn't there, i think she was some sort of performer, dancer or something, but i had to go when she wasn't there because they knew she'd be pissed if she saw me there. one day she came back and i had to hide behind the door so she wouldn't catch me. we had to turn the toilet into part of a bed to have a place for everyone to sleep, and the mother found out that i had been giving her girls cookies and was pissed and said that she never gave them sugar, and i realized that she was doing the best that she could with her girls, though she never found out i was reading them the Bible.
transition to me meeting a guy in the apartment complex, who i decided to marry because he somehow got me away from my ex who was abusive or something, and had been arrested for being violent. but even though he was arrested, he still hung out with us with his guard, who was the man who arrested him. to marry the new guy i had to do some sort of traditional dance for the whole community, and so i was rehearsing some dance that i had no idea how to do, so he and his family had to teach me. i also had to find something to wear because he was wearing a kilt because he was whatever nationality that wears kilts (mind you, i met him in the british apartment complex). during the rehearsal my ex and his guard went into a booth that glowed with a blue-purple light behind cream blinds and were doing a radio show, and at the end my ex goes, "don't worry, folks, it won't last long," and i was so mad at him but wondered if he was right. anyway, long story short, my ex was pissed and planned to kill me or my fiancee the next day, when we had to do the dance, and so he was in his house with three of his friends trying to decide which gun to take, and somehow i was there too and i helped him pick out the pink and green pistol because it matched his pale pink cowboy boots, and thougt it was necessary to match. but it was okay that i helped him pick out the gun because i knew that he wouldn't succeed in hurting either of us the next day anyway. the end.