WHY DOES IT ALWAYS END BEFORE THE GOOD PART?!?

I dreamt that for her 21st birthday, my sister Bebe decided to go out and hire "escorts" to, well, escort us around town (WHY ARE MY DREAMS RATED PG). Somehow, I ended up with Takeshi Kaneshiro as my escort, but before anyone gets too excited, it wasn't really him. It was this short, not-as-hot version of him (bootleg?!?). So I went around town with bootleg!Takeshi, and even though he wasn't the real version, I was still really nervous around him. I could not walk straight for the life of me and kept falling over, no matter how hard I tried, and he kept having to prop me up, with this look in his eye that indicated he thought I was some silly stupid girl who kept falling over on purpose. We walked around a bookstore for awhile (guess that's my sister's idea of "a night on the town"), and then returned to this video store to return our escorts (WHAT). Takeshi immediately disappeared while my sister attempted to sort out the bill. It occurred to me that perhaps I should have tipped my escort, so I ran outside to look for him.

Suddenly, my escort wasn't Takeshi anymore, it was Peter Pevensie (THE REAL DEAL THIS TIME, NO BOOTLEG VERSIONS HERE). I shyly handed him $5 and said I had a great time (LOL DREAM SELF IS STILL CHEAP). He smiled and said he enjoyed our time too, and it suddenly occurred to me that damn, he looks very hot right now. So I started flirting with him, and he flirted back and asked me for my number. Very excited, I ran off to find pen and paper, which, of course, was nowhere to be found. Finally, I picked up this rainbow pen and a random flyer and attempted to scrawl my name and number on it somewhere, but the pen kept bleeding rainbow ink all over the place.

THEN I WOKE UP AND I WAS REALLY SAD AND ANGRY THAT MY DREAM HAD GOTTEN ME NOWHERE. DAMN YOOOOU, SUBCONSCIOUS.