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After one night of positive dreams (friends with a celebrity, beat up a mugger, Rose made a zombie apocalypse cake that was both beautiful and delicious, I lived in a tiny house) it's back to the maelstrom at 300% worseness, featuring: illegally trespassing in my old house, my mother, my mother lying about where the car was, trying to pull a scam on a very rich man who collected stuff (mostly stolen), lots of backstabbing (someone was pretending to be someone else - Elizabeth Oliver Swift was the name I remember as it was stated repeatedly), a young cousin of mine who doesn't actually exist in real life who was dressed like a 20s flapper driving a 50s car down an 80s highway EXTREMELY BADLY despite me trying to stop her and make her let me drive, an escaped tree shrew I was trying to get her to not run over at one point, a chemist working in abandoned therapeutic swimming baths and using them as salt flats to distil various poisons - multicoloured ricin? That's not how ricin works, subconscious - which I was attempting to steal so I could murder either the rich dude, his wife, or my mother; a necessary dip in one of the swimming pools which resulted in my fitbit displaying the message "happy holidays" and then apparently accurately determining that I was in Argentina...
That was the second half, btw, after waking up once. The first half involved being stuck in dormitories in what I suspect was meant to be my old school and cursing the fact that I was still there at 31 while everyone else had moved on - symbolic much - I was supposed to be in a play where I had to simulate sex onstage with a girl I used to be in theatre class with, only naked, and she was being rude about my acting skills and I was concerned that a lack of pubic hair would make people think the play was more rude than it was, and there was a bit in a costume-making area where I managed (I think deliberately) to cut myself so badly in my ribcage area that I passed out from blood loss. More stolen stuff, possibly mine, a long bus journey, homelessness, and something to do with space?
So. That was very eventful and now today is dark and oppressive and at least I had a revelation concerning an important plot point for the KBV book.
That was the second half, btw, after waking up once. The first half involved being stuck in dormitories in what I suspect was meant to be my old school and cursing the fact that I was still there at 31 while everyone else had moved on - symbolic much - I was supposed to be in a play where I had to simulate sex onstage with a girl I used to be in theatre class with, only naked, and she was being rude about my acting skills and I was concerned that a lack of pubic hair would make people think the play was more rude than it was, and there was a bit in a costume-making area where I managed (I think deliberately) to cut myself so badly in my ribcage area that I passed out from blood loss. More stolen stuff, possibly mine, a long bus journey, homelessness, and something to do with space?
So. That was very eventful and now today is dark and oppressive and at least I had a revelation concerning an important plot point for the KBV book.