Dream
Last night I dreamt that I was walking with Josh down his street in Flag, with his friend Michael. I had just told Michael some bit of information about our relationship, and Josh was pissed. We ended up at my coworker Nicole's house, where she was making us a bizarre breakfast. Her house was odd-- twists and turns, not enough room for anything. The washer and dryer were harvest gold and set up in front of each other in a hallway, rather than side by side. Most notably, there were two sturdy upright pianos in the living room. One in front of the other. I started playing one, but decided to go see what was up with Josh. He was sitting in a window seat, glowering. He wouldn't talk to me. I knew that I couldn't make him okay. I wandered into the kitchen, and then back over to the pianos.
Bleh.
Bleh.