OH and there was this dream
It was last night, Friday. I fell asleep with laptop on my lap. And eventually put all aside, disrobed and slept. But I dreamt the oddest mix of dreams.
I was at Zoe and Chris's and she had an Imelda Marcos collection of shoes in baby blue and sky blue, mustard yellow, green, pink, you name it. Their house was at the end of the block and when I was outside I said, oh this place must be dim because it's almost all underground but Zoe said no, look at the big picture window. As dreams will there was a big picture window, mostly behind the hill we were standing on but still it shone on the shoes. But then Zoe had a child, yet it wasn't Zoe anymore.
I had to travel off with some other people to...something. But then I was driving by myself in something like a glorified shopping cart with handlebars. As I came up to the border the guards were in a big matte grey, speckled armored truck. I had to pass my ID up to a window but because my cart didn't go high enough they wedged something that was a cross between a squeegee and a giant heavy duty paper clip down for me to wedge my ID into. Then I noticed a black haired woman sleeping in the front seat (at my eye level whereas the guard window was much higher). I didn't wake her though. Farther back a little window open as the guards passed me back my ID and a bunch of money. Apparently I got US money at the border.
As I took the money I looked at it. It was red and blue and green and yellow and many colours and had old historic pictures of Canadian things on it. Women and such. So I said to the guys, umm this is weird Canadian money (remember, I'm Canadian) and I needed US. They gave me a queer look at said it is. I looked back down and sure enough I had a wad of boring similarly coloured US greenbacks.
There was more but I'm not sure if it was the last of the fever from the flu or leftover weird holiday foods but boyoboy, it was different.
I was at Zoe and Chris's and she had an Imelda Marcos collection of shoes in baby blue and sky blue, mustard yellow, green, pink, you name it. Their house was at the end of the block and when I was outside I said, oh this place must be dim because it's almost all underground but Zoe said no, look at the big picture window. As dreams will there was a big picture window, mostly behind the hill we were standing on but still it shone on the shoes. But then Zoe had a child, yet it wasn't Zoe anymore.
I had to travel off with some other people to...something. But then I was driving by myself in something like a glorified shopping cart with handlebars. As I came up to the border the guards were in a big matte grey, speckled armored truck. I had to pass my ID up to a window but because my cart didn't go high enough they wedged something that was a cross between a squeegee and a giant heavy duty paper clip down for me to wedge my ID into. Then I noticed a black haired woman sleeping in the front seat (at my eye level whereas the guard window was much higher). I didn't wake her though. Farther back a little window open as the guards passed me back my ID and a bunch of money. Apparently I got US money at the border.
As I took the money I looked at it. It was red and blue and green and yellow and many colours and had old historic pictures of Canadian things on it. Women and such. So I said to the guys, umm this is weird Canadian money (remember, I'm Canadian) and I needed US. They gave me a queer look at said it is. I looked back down and sure enough I had a wad of boring similarly coloured US greenbacks.
There was more but I'm not sure if it was the last of the fever from the flu or leftover weird holiday foods but boyoboy, it was different.