so last night...

[I so wish I had typed this up right away. It was so detailed and now I basically have nothing.]
I was back in the pioneer days [after having not been in the pioneer days]. There was a very nice, handsome, light-brown haired man whose family kindly took me in for I don't know what reason. I knew this man from town, and of course couldn't help but be interested in him. He would be great marriage material. As it was nearing supper time, however, in walked this big, broad, dark-haired, dark-bearded man, older than the first, carrying a little blonde girl, probably about 2-years-old, but looking tiny because he was so big. He set her down and put some logs on the fire, then looked over at me and smiled. "It's unusual, I know, for the younger brother to be married before the elder, but that's just the way it happened, I guess." And somehow I knew that he was the older brother, this little girl belonged to the first man, and that the first man was widowed. I don't remember what I said, but I do remember thinking that this was not unusual at all, because clearly if this were a movie, the fact that the older brother hadn't yet found Miss Right (and that he smiled at me the way he did) would indicate that it was me and that while the first brother had gotten me to the house, the older brother clearly was the one I was supposed to marry. Unfortunately he caught me staring at him at one point (because I was sizing up the man I clearly was going to marry), so I felt like a huge dork and felt like he was not impressed that I would be immature enough to do such a thing, but whatever. I knew that eventually somehow it would work itself out, because that's how these stories work.