More Dream Journal
I think this is the first dream I've had in quite some time...well, at all, really. But it's been an even longer time since I had a dream that wasn't overtly sinister or filled with dread.
I was walking around the city (not any city in particular, just 'the city'), looking for a new place to live. I came across a gay man and a gay woman who were living together, and who needed a third roommate. (I know, because in the interview for the room, they both told me.) They agreed to take me on, and a few days after moving in, by their advice, I began wearing long-sleeve black t-shirts with straight (not pleated) plaid skirts with black leggings and Chuck Taylors. They also started using a red ribbon to tie my hair back (even in dreams, red is NOT my color), and I began noticing that I was prettier than I am in 'reality'. By this, I mean to say that I was, completely and totally, bishounen in my facial features. It felt odd, and yet perfectly natural at the same time.
Soon after this, we found some sort of half-sized third floor in the house we were renting (think floor 7 1/2 from Being John Malkovich). We immediately moved furniture into it (how, I don't know, as the door was half-sized, too), and made each of the three rooms into separate studies, or offices. We then started a law firm together, and quickly became the most successful small law firm in the city (yes, I had a dream montage).
After that, we threw a party for all of our friends; mine showed up and complimented me on my 'new look'.
The end.
I was walking around the city (not any city in particular, just 'the city'), looking for a new place to live. I came across a gay man and a gay woman who were living together, and who needed a third roommate. (I know, because in the interview for the room, they both told me.) They agreed to take me on, and a few days after moving in, by their advice, I began wearing long-sleeve black t-shirts with straight (not pleated) plaid skirts with black leggings and Chuck Taylors. They also started using a red ribbon to tie my hair back (even in dreams, red is NOT my color), and I began noticing that I was prettier than I am in 'reality'. By this, I mean to say that I was, completely and totally, bishounen in my facial features. It felt odd, and yet perfectly natural at the same time.
Soon after this, we found some sort of half-sized third floor in the house we were renting (think floor 7 1/2 from Being John Malkovich). We immediately moved furniture into it (how, I don't know, as the door was half-sized, too), and made each of the three rooms into separate studies, or offices. We then started a law firm together, and quickly became the most successful small law firm in the city (yes, I had a dream montage).
After that, we threw a party for all of our friends; mine showed up and complimented me on my 'new look'.
The end.