Weird dreams
Two night ago, I was browsing an index of southwest and other flights when I found a ticket to the UK for 1800. Suddenly, it became very important for me to go. It was immediately important that I take this vastly reckless trip that weekend. So then, I spent 1800 (more than I've spent on anything, short of my car) and soon in dream-like time I'm in the airport on a plane to take the flight. It took a while to get there, and suddenly, in my seat, I realize I can go try to meet Matt. I'm planning what I will do while on the tarmac. I had no idea. I just had to leave. I'm running away into the arms of vacation.
Then it occurs to me - how much money I've spent. how it might be fucked to go to UK, how Putz has no idea where I am & won't until I call him overseas. I want out. Then, Putz is there getting aboard - and he's come to ask me if I'm going or if he should take me home. He doesn't care, he's just there to help. So I talk to the fight attendants, and they say I can leave but my ticket will only be refunded in airline points - minus $200 or so. So I go with Putz, and thinking of about 1400 in airline points, I think to advise him we should consider my vast credit when planning our vacation. I also wonder when airline points expire.
Last night was shorter. There were lots of dreams. In all of them I'm wearing this cute gothy outfit I would buy, but have never seen before. It's this mix of normal & lolita. A toned down frilly dress with a lunchbox and other toned-down versions of spooky accessories. I'm running around by myself, and I run into Kelowna. While we're talking, she tells me that she's a gynecologist, and offers to do my pap. The idea the club might be dirty or this is not the best place never occurs to me. Later, I simply wonder how I will talk with my Gyno about other things if she's doing that.
Later I'm just wandering around having adventures with Putz. It's night out during the day and gothy inside. Everywhere we go is a little goth.
Then it occurs to me - how much money I've spent. how it might be fucked to go to UK, how Putz has no idea where I am & won't until I call him overseas. I want out. Then, Putz is there getting aboard - and he's come to ask me if I'm going or if he should take me home. He doesn't care, he's just there to help. So I talk to the fight attendants, and they say I can leave but my ticket will only be refunded in airline points - minus $200 or so. So I go with Putz, and thinking of about 1400 in airline points, I think to advise him we should consider my vast credit when planning our vacation. I also wonder when airline points expire.
Last night was shorter. There were lots of dreams. In all of them I'm wearing this cute gothy outfit I would buy, but have never seen before. It's this mix of normal & lolita. A toned down frilly dress with a lunchbox and other toned-down versions of spooky accessories. I'm running around by myself, and I run into Kelowna. While we're talking, she tells me that she's a gynecologist, and offers to do my pap. The idea the club might be dirty or this is not the best place never occurs to me. Later, I simply wonder how I will talk with my Gyno about other things if she's doing that.
Later I'm just wandering around having adventures with Putz. It's night out during the day and gothy inside. Everywhere we go is a little goth.