Dreaming...
And here I was thinking I was the only one who had a weird dream last night. Huh. Guess it was the collective "Let's have weird dreams!" night. *shrugs*
So I'm not sure how it starts, but I'm quite sure of the end and a little sure of the middle. Either way, I'm in it and I'm mostly me (at least my parents are the same people and I don't look insanely different) with my current roommates. One of them happens to be dating a fine upstanding boy, but in this dream she's married and constantly neglected.
It's set in some kind of past era, since the men don't let the women join them for their outings. We were out having a grand ol' time at some lake with a town very close by. I don't remember going swimming, but we women I don't think we were relegated to dresses... mostly lounged around, explored a bit and I rather enjoyed myself. I didn't ever see this husband of my roommate's, but I knew that I knew him and was more than a little disgusted with him for neglecting her so much. She's a really nice girl and certainly doesn't deserve such treatment.
I can't remember what little adventures I went on, but I know I went exploring around the lake, and then we all settled down later that night/week to eat and cool off. I was eating something that looked vaguely like chicken nuggets, but they weren't chicken and I was getting tired of eating them. Then the notorious husband shows up, in full Japanese festival regalia. (And he just happens to be her current boyfriend.) This is considered normal of course, I think he may have had a mask strapped to the side of his head at one point, too, but he's fanning himself, sorta talking to his wife and to us, but still being a pretty big jerk. Full of himself and talking about how they'd been getting drunk (which real!life boyfriend certainly wouldn't do) and generally partying. He keeps going on about it, says he didn't drink much or at all this time, and roomie is glad he's sorta talking to her. Even I sorta think he's improved...for the moment.
Randomly, my parents are sitting not too far from us and they notice that I've stopped eating the chicken-nuggets-but-not and offer me other food. Chicken sandwichs that look suspiciously like the tonkatsu ones I got in Japan. Seems I'm the starving tagalong of the group and I graciously accept the food.
And then I wake up. And stare at the ceiling trying to figure out what just happened in my head.
...but we have a pirate improv show tonight, if anyone's in Provo and can come to Miller Apt. Basement at 8 p.m. tonight. *huggles rurounigochan* I hope you can get off work earlier...
But that's about it. Until later!
-Bel
So I'm not sure how it starts, but I'm quite sure of the end and a little sure of the middle. Either way, I'm in it and I'm mostly me (at least my parents are the same people and I don't look insanely different) with my current roommates. One of them happens to be dating a fine upstanding boy, but in this dream she's married and constantly neglected.
It's set in some kind of past era, since the men don't let the women join them for their outings. We were out having a grand ol' time at some lake with a town very close by. I don't remember going swimming, but we women I don't think we were relegated to dresses... mostly lounged around, explored a bit and I rather enjoyed myself. I didn't ever see this husband of my roommate's, but I knew that I knew him and was more than a little disgusted with him for neglecting her so much. She's a really nice girl and certainly doesn't deserve such treatment.
I can't remember what little adventures I went on, but I know I went exploring around the lake, and then we all settled down later that night/week to eat and cool off. I was eating something that looked vaguely like chicken nuggets, but they weren't chicken and I was getting tired of eating them. Then the notorious husband shows up, in full Japanese festival regalia. (And he just happens to be her current boyfriend.) This is considered normal of course, I think he may have had a mask strapped to the side of his head at one point, too, but he's fanning himself, sorta talking to his wife and to us, but still being a pretty big jerk. Full of himself and talking about how they'd been getting drunk (which real!life boyfriend certainly wouldn't do) and generally partying. He keeps going on about it, says he didn't drink much or at all this time, and roomie is glad he's sorta talking to her. Even I sorta think he's improved...for the moment.
Randomly, my parents are sitting not too far from us and they notice that I've stopped eating the chicken-nuggets-but-not and offer me other food. Chicken sandwichs that look suspiciously like the tonkatsu ones I got in Japan. Seems I'm the starving tagalong of the group and I graciously accept the food.
And then I wake up. And stare at the ceiling trying to figure out what just happened in my head.
...but we have a pirate improv show tonight, if anyone's in Provo and can come to Miller Apt. Basement at 8 p.m. tonight. *huggles rurounigochan* I hope you can get off work earlier...
But that's about it. Until later!
-Bel