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So, I had a date last night. I had one, but he cancelled it in the morning, he'd had a migraine for two nights previous that was still on him, and he was going to the doctor to get checked.
So, I went to a friend's birthday party instead. Had a few drinks, enjoyed good company and got home to bed before midnight. I did not sleep well, however. I dreamed I had thrown a party in my yard, made dreamscape huge and with cheap pools and sand boxes for people's kids to enjoy for the day. I dreamed it was a really good party, and about halfway through it the man who had cancelled on me arrived in my dream, and it got even more fun. I dreamed I was wearing exactly the outfit I had on last night, and I then dreamed I woke up from dreaming about the party because I dreamed that same man had climbed into bed with me and was cuddling up. So, in my dream I woke up to my empty bed, and looked around to realize I was not at home. So, I dreamed of getting up to see where the fuck I was. Apparently, some huge apartment in Atlanta that my old friend Carine had rented (she is married with kids living in her home country, Holland) with her lesbian lover.
I woke up again. This time, for real I think. I was in my own bed, no longer in the outfit from last night.
I can't explain why, but this dream disturbed me almost as much as the one years ago where I was "riding" in the mind of a serial killer.
So, I went to a friend's birthday party instead. Had a few drinks, enjoyed good company and got home to bed before midnight. I did not sleep well, however. I dreamed I had thrown a party in my yard, made dreamscape huge and with cheap pools and sand boxes for people's kids to enjoy for the day. I dreamed it was a really good party, and about halfway through it the man who had cancelled on me arrived in my dream, and it got even more fun. I dreamed I was wearing exactly the outfit I had on last night, and I then dreamed I woke up from dreaming about the party because I dreamed that same man had climbed into bed with me and was cuddling up. So, in my dream I woke up to my empty bed, and looked around to realize I was not at home. So, I dreamed of getting up to see where the fuck I was. Apparently, some huge apartment in Atlanta that my old friend Carine had rented (she is married with kids living in her home country, Holland) with her lesbian lover.
I woke up again. This time, for real I think. I was in my own bed, no longer in the outfit from last night.
I can't explain why, but this dream disturbed me almost as much as the one years ago where I was "riding" in the mind of a serial killer.