ok weird dreams can stop now
last night:
walking to a gas station with no shoes and then going home because they wouldn't serve me, getting shoes and going back again. meeting a girl (with a name and everything, I can *almost* remember the name) who came by my apartment (not really my apartment) multiple times during this dream.
an impromptu party that turned into a bit of an orgy (not for me, but for some friends. I was respectably discussing books the whole time.) I felt bad because I thought some of them were awkward about it later.
running a race, of some kind, with the girl previously mentioned. apparently I didn't bother to tell her that I don't run.
breastfeeding. someone else's kid, and having to google it. (that's 2 in about a week on the breastfeeding thing.)
this is just what I remember, losing a lot.
the night before:
valet parking, j being taken hostage my rednecks. someone else in our group tells us that if we watch the baseball game they might let us in to get him because they will think that we are one of them. yeah, wow.
there was a lot more to that one, too. that's the only part that I remember because that's the only part I had shared with anyone. the rest of it was less, um, shareable.
walking to a gas station with no shoes and then going home because they wouldn't serve me, getting shoes and going back again. meeting a girl (with a name and everything, I can *almost* remember the name) who came by my apartment (not really my apartment) multiple times during this dream.
an impromptu party that turned into a bit of an orgy (not for me, but for some friends. I was respectably discussing books the whole time.) I felt bad because I thought some of them were awkward about it later.
running a race, of some kind, with the girl previously mentioned. apparently I didn't bother to tell her that I don't run.
breastfeeding. someone else's kid, and having to google it. (that's 2 in about a week on the breastfeeding thing.)
this is just what I remember, losing a lot.
the night before:
valet parking, j being taken hostage my rednecks. someone else in our group tells us that if we watch the baseball game they might let us in to get him because they will think that we are one of them. yeah, wow.
there was a lot more to that one, too. that's the only part that I remember because that's the only part I had shared with anyone. the rest of it was less, um, shareable.