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limenal and a consultation on which outfit was best for the burlesque show, I felt so cranky and unfit for being around humans. I decided to take a nap to rectify the situation before going out and being social all evening. Around 4:30 I went to the bedroom and laid down.
I dreamt that my mom was hospitalized in an institution and I snuck in to rescue her, but unfortunately, once you go inside, you are deemed a patient and can't get out. So my mom told me how we could sneak back out and escape. We were almost to the end, when we were about to get caught, and she sent me on ahead. One of us could make it if the other stayed behind, and she said, "you go ahead, get my car and drive off and bring back help. It's in the parking lot, you have the keys." I make it out of the hospital and I'm wandering around looking for a tan/gold/champagne Honda accord and can't find and worry the longer I look, the more likely someone will see me and catch me, and then I look up and a voice says "you're looking for the wrong car" and there's DYA's blue honda accord. And I start arguing with the voice saying, no, no, you got the dream wrong, this isn't my mom's car and they argue back, yeah, but it's the only honda you have keys to, and then I realized I'm quasi-lucid because I'm quasi-awake and DYA is in the bedroom, setting the alarm clock. I hear the clicking of buttons.. I wake up a bit more and assume she came home and I didn't hear her. She saw I was sleeping and decided to join me in a nap, but set the alarm to wake up in time. I laid in bed waiting for her to join me, and she never did. So then I thought, she was setting the alarm for me, afraid I would oversleep.
So I got up and stumbled around and discovered....she wasn't home. She never was. I was dreaming the whole time, except it really did just feel like DYA had come to wake me up because I'd been sleeping for over an hour and I needed to wake up to get ready for the evening. Sure enough, I take Sophie out back and the real DYA shows up. I was still so groggy I never explained the dream to her.
Last night I had some other dream involving my typical bathroom anxiety problem, which is in dreams I'm often trying to find a restroom but they are difficult to locate or broken or having no doors (probably appearing in part because I was scarred by the bathroom attendant at the Abbey last night) and I don't remember other details except it was at a beach and it was a strange mix of school people and Chicago people and we were waiting to see a cabaret singer and Cocolola kept buying me iced teas whenever she went to the bar for drinks for herself.
I'm sure writing about dreams is not nearly as exciting as a review of the Burlesque show last night, but whatever. I think I'll wait and write about them both at once, since I'm going again tonight.
limenal and a consultation on which outfit was best for the burlesque show, I felt so cranky and unfit for being around humans. I decided to take a nap to rectify the situation before going out and being social all evening. Around 4:30 I went to the bedroom and laid down.I dreamt that my mom was hospitalized in an institution and I snuck in to rescue her, but unfortunately, once you go inside, you are deemed a patient and can't get out. So my mom told me how we could sneak back out and escape. We were almost to the end, when we were about to get caught, and she sent me on ahead. One of us could make it if the other stayed behind, and she said, "you go ahead, get my car and drive off and bring back help. It's in the parking lot, you have the keys." I make it out of the hospital and I'm wandering around looking for a tan/gold/champagne Honda accord and can't find and worry the longer I look, the more likely someone will see me and catch me, and then I look up and a voice says "you're looking for the wrong car" and there's DYA's blue honda accord. And I start arguing with the voice saying, no, no, you got the dream wrong, this isn't my mom's car and they argue back, yeah, but it's the only honda you have keys to, and then I realized I'm quasi-lucid because I'm quasi-awake and DYA is in the bedroom, setting the alarm clock. I hear the clicking of buttons.. I wake up a bit more and assume she came home and I didn't hear her. She saw I was sleeping and decided to join me in a nap, but set the alarm to wake up in time. I laid in bed waiting for her to join me, and she never did. So then I thought, she was setting the alarm for me, afraid I would oversleep.
So I got up and stumbled around and discovered....she wasn't home. She never was. I was dreaming the whole time, except it really did just feel like DYA had come to wake me up because I'd been sleeping for over an hour and I needed to wake up to get ready for the evening. Sure enough, I take Sophie out back and the real DYA shows up. I was still so groggy I never explained the dream to her.
Last night I had some other dream involving my typical bathroom anxiety problem, which is in dreams I'm often trying to find a restroom but they are difficult to locate or broken or having no doors (probably appearing in part because I was scarred by the bathroom attendant at the Abbey last night) and I don't remember other details except it was at a beach and it was a strange mix of school people and Chicago people and we were waiting to see a cabaret singer and Cocolola kept buying me iced teas whenever she went to the bar for drinks for herself.
I'm sure writing about dreams is not nearly as exciting as a review of the Burlesque show last night, but whatever. I think I'll wait and write about them both at once, since I'm going again tonight.
