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Lots of vivid dreams, but only three stick out.
+ I'm in my room trying to put together a costume because there's this huge costume party that I'm late for. I decide on a gypsy, and I put on this loose paisley babydoll dress my mom wore back in the seventies and I'm going to layer stuff over it. I try to lace up this crazy light green brocade bodice, and I realize that my stomach is hard and huge. I'm six or seven months pregnant and no one is surprised. I can't finish putting on the costume, and I'm horrified because I know that I've been drinking and smoking lately, it's too late to get an abortion, and part of me really wants it.
+ In some huge bingo hall or something. The costume party evolved, and now coworkers are there. Several of us are reading this play, but we're not in costume or anything. I'm reading it out of the textbook while the rest of them are wandering around and have it memorized. I'll be looking at the pages and then I'll drop the book or something and I can't find my spot again. Miss several lines and I'm wanting to cry and leave but I know that they'll have to stop the whole thing if that happens.
+ In the huge parking lot below an airport with a backpack full of my homework (including the big textbook with the play in it) in my mom's car with my mom. At first I think I'm going on vacation to either Egypt or Russia, but then I find out that Andrew from the Dream is coming with me and we're going to take some ingredients from work and go test out the response in one of those countries to see if they're ready for American Dream pizza yet. Panic because my mom leaves, and I run through the parking lot and I can't find her. Panic because Andrew IS going to Russia but he doesn't have the same flight as me because he got his tickets at a different time. The dream prettymuch ended when I realized that I had pulled my work shirt over my head and just had my arms through the sleeves, shirt stretched in front of me over my bra, and I'm just talking to the guys like that. I lean my head on Andrew's shoulder and then prettymuch wake up.
So. We have pregnancy, an actors nightmare, and an impending trip.
Haven't talked yet this morning and I've been up for half an hour. My throat feels weird and I think that I might be hoarse from the screaming last night and then sleeping so deep for so long.
+ I'm in my room trying to put together a costume because there's this huge costume party that I'm late for. I decide on a gypsy, and I put on this loose paisley babydoll dress my mom wore back in the seventies and I'm going to layer stuff over it. I try to lace up this crazy light green brocade bodice, and I realize that my stomach is hard and huge. I'm six or seven months pregnant and no one is surprised. I can't finish putting on the costume, and I'm horrified because I know that I've been drinking and smoking lately, it's too late to get an abortion, and part of me really wants it.
+ In some huge bingo hall or something. The costume party evolved, and now coworkers are there. Several of us are reading this play, but we're not in costume or anything. I'm reading it out of the textbook while the rest of them are wandering around and have it memorized. I'll be looking at the pages and then I'll drop the book or something and I can't find my spot again. Miss several lines and I'm wanting to cry and leave but I know that they'll have to stop the whole thing if that happens.
+ In the huge parking lot below an airport with a backpack full of my homework (including the big textbook with the play in it) in my mom's car with my mom. At first I think I'm going on vacation to either Egypt or Russia, but then I find out that Andrew from the Dream is coming with me and we're going to take some ingredients from work and go test out the response in one of those countries to see if they're ready for American Dream pizza yet. Panic because my mom leaves, and I run through the parking lot and I can't find her. Panic because Andrew IS going to Russia but he doesn't have the same flight as me because he got his tickets at a different time. The dream prettymuch ended when I realized that I had pulled my work shirt over my head and just had my arms through the sleeves, shirt stretched in front of me over my bra, and I'm just talking to the guys like that. I lean my head on Andrew's shoulder and then prettymuch wake up.
So. We have pregnancy, an actors nightmare, and an impending trip.
Haven't talked yet this morning and I've been up for half an hour. My throat feels weird and I think that I might be hoarse from the screaming last night and then sleeping so deep for so long.