Mar. 13th, 2003 10:09 am
Weird dream
Very strange dream. Had it after Keith woke me up at 5am (when he got home from work, long story, very not fun, very work related) and I went back to sleep.
I was looking for my friend Scott for some reason. I flew (yes, flew) to where his apartment should have been, which interestingly enough was in the area I grew up in, and my "house" was near the one I grew up in, only his apartment wasn't there anymore and there was this big building with a lot of people (think it was a convention of some sort) and lots of random people were there.
templar_rose was there, looked to be trying to run a game or get stuff together to do so.
paeryn was there, but it looked like he lived there and he had been on a computer for some reason.
I wound up finding my friend's roomate, only it wasn't
nissyen, it was this guy who I used to work with over at Borders Online. Very random. And it really was the person I worked with, so I couldn't figure out why he was Scott's roomate. For some random reason we started making out (wtf?? so not my type) and then his roomate (who was definitely NOT scott and defintely not the guy's actual partner) showed up and he had to get ready to go and he was putting on a Toreador costume only he wasn't wearing any pants.... o_O
And for some reason there was a phone in my apartment (only it was my old old apartment, #7 at Riverdrive, instead of my current one) and I knew it was Scott's phone, except it was a normal wall phone and I KNOW he doens't have one of those in real life. It was very very bizzare.
And there was this group of people (who looked vaguely latin american) who apparently were the entourage of some Princess who were trying to charge me $50 for using a little bit of pasta sauce from a jar on the kitchen table since it supposedly belonged to them. They were all young teens or younger and the Princesses little brother tried to get into my face so I slammed him into a wall.
Then I woke up cuz I had to go to work.
I was looking for my friend Scott for some reason. I flew (yes, flew) to where his apartment should have been, which interestingly enough was in the area I grew up in, and my "house" was near the one I grew up in, only his apartment wasn't there anymore and there was this big building with a lot of people (think it was a convention of some sort) and lots of random people were there.
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I wound up finding my friend's roomate, only it wasn't
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And for some reason there was a phone in my apartment (only it was my old old apartment, #7 at Riverdrive, instead of my current one) and I knew it was Scott's phone, except it was a normal wall phone and I KNOW he doens't have one of those in real life. It was very very bizzare.
And there was this group of people (who looked vaguely latin american) who apparently were the entourage of some Princess who were trying to charge me $50 for using a little bit of pasta sauce from a jar on the kitchen table since it supposedly belonged to them. They were all young teens or younger and the Princesses little brother tried to get into my face so I slammed him into a wall.
Then I woke up cuz I had to go to work.