Sister, I see you, dancing on the stage of memory
Dreamt about her again.
John and I were talking about her either yesterday or the day before, so I know there's a little bit of context, but still. I think it has more to do with how I've been feeling about the world in general lately. Which makes it make a lot of sense that I never got any answers out of her. She was at a wedding that I was part of the bridal party for but wasn't the bride (more weirdness about that part of the dream too) and when it was announced the wedding was called off (yes, also strange!) and everyone left, I called after her. She didn't seem to really want to listen to me but had glitter on her and for some reason said she couldn't go home to her husband with glitter on her.
(Yeah, she has a husband now, which is very strange to me, even stranger is that on Facebook their names are smashed together like they are one person. I'm secretly hoping he's the culprit, though she's friends with people we were friends with in high school, which is how I found her finally. Ironic as hell, considering I've tried searching for her in 82,000 other ways online for the past umpteen years. Anyway, who does that? Especially who does that after the things that have come out of that girl's mouth in my presence. I would have thought she would have ended up some fabulous single author/ph D in philosophy or something. Anyway, I digress. Albeit only slightly.)
So I asked if she needed my help, some paper towels, to take a shower at my house, whatever. She hesitated until I mentioned that I'd been trying to write to her (i.e. real world attempts to locate her so I COULD write to her, though I never actually figured out what I'd say), and then she seemed exasperated and kept sort of walking. She had trouble on the stairs, got stuck on something (these weren't normal stairs of course, but spirally metal stairs with loose bits in places, the kind of thing I would never get on in real life for any amount of money) and I helped her. Then the stairs started coming apart and though I was able to move it enough and hold it so she didn't fall, we were both stuck and had to yell for help.
After the stairs thing, we were all back at the post-lack-of-wedding gathering, and some guy who isn't really John's brother (the ones he has are annoying enough) but was somehow in the dream (he looked a bit like Rob Riggle) was being a jerk so I walked off, then worried about her and when I came back she was still there. I said "See? You do care at least a little bit." I don't think much happened after that until I just woke up. Of course I never had any resolution. No confirmation of anything, no explanation. No assurance.
John and I were talking about her either yesterday or the day before, so I know there's a little bit of context, but still. I think it has more to do with how I've been feeling about the world in general lately. Which makes it make a lot of sense that I never got any answers out of her. She was at a wedding that I was part of the bridal party for but wasn't the bride (more weirdness about that part of the dream too) and when it was announced the wedding was called off (yes, also strange!) and everyone left, I called after her. She didn't seem to really want to listen to me but had glitter on her and for some reason said she couldn't go home to her husband with glitter on her.
(Yeah, she has a husband now, which is very strange to me, even stranger is that on Facebook their names are smashed together like they are one person. I'm secretly hoping he's the culprit, though she's friends with people we were friends with in high school, which is how I found her finally. Ironic as hell, considering I've tried searching for her in 82,000 other ways online for the past umpteen years. Anyway, who does that? Especially who does that after the things that have come out of that girl's mouth in my presence. I would have thought she would have ended up some fabulous single author/ph D in philosophy or something. Anyway, I digress. Albeit only slightly.)
So I asked if she needed my help, some paper towels, to take a shower at my house, whatever. She hesitated until I mentioned that I'd been trying to write to her (i.e. real world attempts to locate her so I COULD write to her, though I never actually figured out what I'd say), and then she seemed exasperated and kept sort of walking. She had trouble on the stairs, got stuck on something (these weren't normal stairs of course, but spirally metal stairs with loose bits in places, the kind of thing I would never get on in real life for any amount of money) and I helped her. Then the stairs started coming apart and though I was able to move it enough and hold it so she didn't fall, we were both stuck and had to yell for help.
After the stairs thing, we were all back at the post-lack-of-wedding gathering, and some guy who isn't really John's brother (the ones he has are annoying enough) but was somehow in the dream (he looked a bit like Rob Riggle) was being a jerk so I walked off, then worried about her and when I came back she was still there. I said "See? You do care at least a little bit." I don't think much happened after that until I just woke up. Of course I never had any resolution. No confirmation of anything, no explanation. No assurance.