"As darkness whispers in our ear--Let we loiter in the light a little longer here."
Last night was _full_ of crazy dreams, but there's only one of them that I can remember. Sort of a string of them, I think.
Michael, Genevieve, George, and I were in the city going to some sorts of artifact museum with half artifacts and half replicas to buy. It looked like a tiny shop in the city from outside, but when you went in, it looked like an old Victorian house converted into a museum/antique shop. Very strange. We were walking through and had been there before so we were disappointed to see that they didn't have half as much stuff on display as usual.
There were lots of rooms and a good chunck of _stuff_ in those rooms, but we all felt like we couldn't really find anything to look at. We found the owner of the store (some kind of crazy, but nice, woman). She appologized for the low stock and boxed artifacts, but she'd decided to start the key making early that week and hadn't had time to finish setting up. She was trying to make the keys for when we got there but had obviously still not accomplished it. Now I'm not sure why the artifacts would have been boxed up since there was no reason to not just keep them out. I suppose they could have moved or renovated recently, but that definitely didn't seem to be the case.
We said our goodbyes and decided to leave. Suddenly, we were also with Michael's parents and my brother was also in tow. We all headed for Michael's father's car. Don't ask me how we fit. Must've been enchanted or something. So as we were driving home, my brother (who was somehow in the front seat with Michael's parents) starts talking to them about hypothetical situations for some reason, one of them clearly being a direct parallel of my relationship with Genevieve and Michael. Michael's parents shifted uncomfortably in their seats while they listened and I shot glances at Michael and Genevieve who seemed to be perfectly fine, if a bit nervous.
After he was finished he turned around and winked at me. His parents talked for a bit and soon after seemed perfectly normal. We were dropped off at a dinner we had to go to that night and Michael's parents headed home. The place was _very_ fancy. We were attending some kind of awards ceremony and dinner celebration. All of cast were there, but some of the members were people I knew from high school (Tara (not "new hottness" Tara, if anyone wondered), Tonette, Brian, Matt Price, and a couple of other's I couldn't place). As we walked in, everyone was really excited to see us.
We got changed into fancier clothes (except for Michael; I think he was doing tech--and no, there was no tech to _do_). When I came out of the changing room, the attitude had changed. Tara came up to me and told me that she was angry with me. Why she didn't understand how I could be such a terrible person and what she had done for me to hate her. I explained that I _didn't_ hate her, and that I _hadn't_ done anything wrong. But she clearly wasn't talking to be to be dissuaded. She turned on her heel and walked away from me. As I walked through the crowd, opinion of me seemed to be split down the middle. Half of everyone complimented my dress (which was gorgeous and I would like to have one now, please), and the other half eyed me suspiciously and turned away before I could get too close to them to talk.
I was asked my the organizer not to enter the ballroom where the awards were being given out. I, apparently, was recieving the highest award. I was surprised that he told me beforehand, but he said it was because there was a special entrance and he would call my name first. So I wanted in the next room which was the dining room. I listened to half the awards ceremony before I realized he wasn't going to call my name, he just didn't want to give me my award publically. Clearly he was another one that didn't think I was "good" or whatever the hell was going on.
I started getting some food because I was suddenly ravenous. I had a small plate together before I started crying and dropped it on the floor. I fell to the ground with it, but before I could curl up, someone put their hand on my shoulder.
It was Michael; he pulled me up. He was smiling at me. He put his arm around my neck and held lightly on my hair, looked into my eyes, and, still smiling, told me, 'Don't worry; everything's going to be okay. You'll see. Why don't you go take a shower and I'll be up in a bit?" He hugged me tightly, kissed my ear, and then backed away, still smiling.
I decided he was right and went upstairs.
The upstairs looked like it should be the upper floor to the museum we'd visited earlier, but apparently this was very not weird for me. There were _so_many_rooms_! One of them was set up for Genevieve, Michael, and I to stay in with a king-sized mattress on the floor. There was another small mattress in the corner; it was for Sandy because they'd run out of room. I started digging through my bag and realized I didn't have pajama pants. Sandy came in and I asked her if I could borrow hers and she threw them at me. Soon after came a top that was supposed to go.
"I don't need the top, just the pants...and, something wrong?"
"Oh, no, I just spoke to Tara."
(At this point I'm half undressed and searching for my robe.)
"Oh. And I assume you're angry with me, too? Think I'm going to bring the destruction of earth or something? Look, I don't understand what is _wrong_ with you people, but I did nothing. No one will even tell me what they think I did so I can prove you wrong. You're not worth it, none of you."
I gave her pack her pajamas and found a comfortable tank top and pair of shorts to wear to bed. I was continuing to get dressed when Brian walked in to say something. Since I was half naked and asked him to leave. Offended, he left. About two seconds later he came back. I asked him what was so wrong with knocking first, threw on my robe, and walked past him to the bathroom.
Oreo was in there waiting for me. Very affectionate and very sweet. I was glad that he was still on my side. I pet him for quite a while and then turned on the water. He jumped into the tub while I still just had the tub faucet on. I told him he needed to get out if he didn't want to get even wetter, but he seemed to like it. I pet him and he purred, so I turned on the shower. It was suddenly sort of slow motion; the water flowed all through the shower and he got completely soaked. He just kept looking at me with these huge, loving eyes.
After he'd had enough, he jumped out, shook off, and was about to leave when I called him back. I dried him with a towel, but he started shivering. So I took the hairdryer and dried him off completely, all the while he was just looking at me. Sort of like he was trying to reassure me. There was a strange sort of opening next to the door that I could see out of. It was also how Oreo almost got out of the room. I could see people passing by. Sandy walked by, looked at the bathroom door and laughed. Brian walked by and looked almost frightened and suspicious. Michael walked by and looked impatient and concerned. George walked by dressed as Viktor. Genevieve passed by and looked angry with someone up ahead. My brother walked passed and looked very sad. Tara walked up, stood right outside the door, smiled, and waited.
Behind me I heard a large crash as Oreo curled up into me, and then everything went dark.
At that point I "woke up". I was in bed and had startled Genevieve awake. I started telling her about the dream, but decided I should write it down first, so I opened my computer. Just then Michael came in and told us Baker & Taylor had given him half a day off and he had a box full of books for us to go through. I was torn between writing down the dream and looking at the books.
I was just settling into livejournal in the dream when I actually woke up.
So naturally I started up my computer and tried to get it all down immediately.
Michael, Genevieve, George, and I were in the city going to some sorts of artifact museum with half artifacts and half replicas to buy. It looked like a tiny shop in the city from outside, but when you went in, it looked like an old Victorian house converted into a museum/antique shop. Very strange. We were walking through and had been there before so we were disappointed to see that they didn't have half as much stuff on display as usual.
There were lots of rooms and a good chunck of _stuff_ in those rooms, but we all felt like we couldn't really find anything to look at. We found the owner of the store (some kind of crazy, but nice, woman). She appologized for the low stock and boxed artifacts, but she'd decided to start the key making early that week and hadn't had time to finish setting up. She was trying to make the keys for when we got there but had obviously still not accomplished it. Now I'm not sure why the artifacts would have been boxed up since there was no reason to not just keep them out. I suppose they could have moved or renovated recently, but that definitely didn't seem to be the case.
We said our goodbyes and decided to leave. Suddenly, we were also with Michael's parents and my brother was also in tow. We all headed for Michael's father's car. Don't ask me how we fit. Must've been enchanted or something. So as we were driving home, my brother (who was somehow in the front seat with Michael's parents) starts talking to them about hypothetical situations for some reason, one of them clearly being a direct parallel of my relationship with Genevieve and Michael. Michael's parents shifted uncomfortably in their seats while they listened and I shot glances at Michael and Genevieve who seemed to be perfectly fine, if a bit nervous.
After he was finished he turned around and winked at me. His parents talked for a bit and soon after seemed perfectly normal. We were dropped off at a dinner we had to go to that night and Michael's parents headed home. The place was _very_ fancy. We were attending some kind of awards ceremony and dinner celebration. All of cast were there, but some of the members were people I knew from high school (Tara (not "new hottness" Tara, if anyone wondered), Tonette, Brian, Matt Price, and a couple of other's I couldn't place). As we walked in, everyone was really excited to see us.
We got changed into fancier clothes (except for Michael; I think he was doing tech--and no, there was no tech to _do_). When I came out of the changing room, the attitude had changed. Tara came up to me and told me that she was angry with me. Why she didn't understand how I could be such a terrible person and what she had done for me to hate her. I explained that I _didn't_ hate her, and that I _hadn't_ done anything wrong. But she clearly wasn't talking to be to be dissuaded. She turned on her heel and walked away from me. As I walked through the crowd, opinion of me seemed to be split down the middle. Half of everyone complimented my dress (which was gorgeous and I would like to have one now, please), and the other half eyed me suspiciously and turned away before I could get too close to them to talk.
I was asked my the organizer not to enter the ballroom where the awards were being given out. I, apparently, was recieving the highest award. I was surprised that he told me beforehand, but he said it was because there was a special entrance and he would call my name first. So I wanted in the next room which was the dining room. I listened to half the awards ceremony before I realized he wasn't going to call my name, he just didn't want to give me my award publically. Clearly he was another one that didn't think I was "good" or whatever the hell was going on.
I started getting some food because I was suddenly ravenous. I had a small plate together before I started crying and dropped it on the floor. I fell to the ground with it, but before I could curl up, someone put their hand on my shoulder.
It was Michael; he pulled me up. He was smiling at me. He put his arm around my neck and held lightly on my hair, looked into my eyes, and, still smiling, told me, 'Don't worry; everything's going to be okay. You'll see. Why don't you go take a shower and I'll be up in a bit?" He hugged me tightly, kissed my ear, and then backed away, still smiling.
I decided he was right and went upstairs.
The upstairs looked like it should be the upper floor to the museum we'd visited earlier, but apparently this was very not weird for me. There were _so_many_rooms_! One of them was set up for Genevieve, Michael, and I to stay in with a king-sized mattress on the floor. There was another small mattress in the corner; it was for Sandy because they'd run out of room. I started digging through my bag and realized I didn't have pajama pants. Sandy came in and I asked her if I could borrow hers and she threw them at me. Soon after came a top that was supposed to go.
"I don't need the top, just the pants...and, something wrong?"
"Oh, no, I just spoke to Tara."
(At this point I'm half undressed and searching for my robe.)
"Oh. And I assume you're angry with me, too? Think I'm going to bring the destruction of earth or something? Look, I don't understand what is _wrong_ with you people, but I did nothing. No one will even tell me what they think I did so I can prove you wrong. You're not worth it, none of you."
I gave her pack her pajamas and found a comfortable tank top and pair of shorts to wear to bed. I was continuing to get dressed when Brian walked in to say something. Since I was half naked and asked him to leave. Offended, he left. About two seconds later he came back. I asked him what was so wrong with knocking first, threw on my robe, and walked past him to the bathroom.
Oreo was in there waiting for me. Very affectionate and very sweet. I was glad that he was still on my side. I pet him for quite a while and then turned on the water. He jumped into the tub while I still just had the tub faucet on. I told him he needed to get out if he didn't want to get even wetter, but he seemed to like it. I pet him and he purred, so I turned on the shower. It was suddenly sort of slow motion; the water flowed all through the shower and he got completely soaked. He just kept looking at me with these huge, loving eyes.
After he'd had enough, he jumped out, shook off, and was about to leave when I called him back. I dried him with a towel, but he started shivering. So I took the hairdryer and dried him off completely, all the while he was just looking at me. Sort of like he was trying to reassure me. There was a strange sort of opening next to the door that I could see out of. It was also how Oreo almost got out of the room. I could see people passing by. Sandy walked by, looked at the bathroom door and laughed. Brian walked by and looked almost frightened and suspicious. Michael walked by and looked impatient and concerned. George walked by dressed as Viktor. Genevieve passed by and looked angry with someone up ahead. My brother walked passed and looked very sad. Tara walked up, stood right outside the door, smiled, and waited.
Behind me I heard a large crash as Oreo curled up into me, and then everything went dark.
At that point I "woke up". I was in bed and had startled Genevieve awake. I started telling her about the dream, but decided I should write it down first, so I opened my computer. Just then Michael came in and told us Baker & Taylor had given him half a day off and he had a box full of books for us to go through. I was torn between writing down the dream and looking at the books.
I was just settling into livejournal in the dream when I actually woke up.
So naturally I started up my computer and tried to get it all down immediately.