Me and my sister are in some dilapidated cabin/house that has a lot of windows. It's sunset, because the glow coming through the windows is orange. Suddenly, there is this guy I went out with a couple of times, whose name is Ryan. Ryan is there with his girlfriend (I'm assuming), and her brother. It's as if my sister and I aren't actually there, because we're never acknowledged by the three others in the room.
Ryan drops to one knee, and begins to propose to this girlfriend. He pulls out this beautiful box, which holds two antique rings, and the actual engagement ring sparkles in the setting sunlight in the room. Her brother interjects, and says that he'll propose by proxy for Ryan. I think this is strange, but Ryan lets it proceed. He moves to the corner of the room, and watches it all go down, like nothing is odd about the whole thing.
The proposal is finished, and Ryan is now holding a nice camera in his hands. He wants to take a few photographs of the rings on the mantelpiece in the sunlight. The brother takes the two rings; the other being a gold antique band that is hammered with a very ugly brownish-black diamond in an unusual setting, and chucks them across the room. Ryan, fiancee, and I are appalled. We all in unison say, "No, no, no, no!" I walk over to the mantelpiece and rearrange the rings so they're presentable. Ryan starts snapping photos, now having seen me, but saying nothing.
I suppose this is the moment in the dream where I realize I control its actions, and I am now in a housewares store, looking at plates. I have a sudden interest in choosing out hand-painted plates, but the kind you can eat off of, and not collect.
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