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I'll see you in my dreams...
So, I had an interesting dream last night...
It started out that I was at some school type place. I think it was a cooking thing. I know food was talked about. It was peopled mainly by people in my class at school. Anyway, at the end of a day, I was getting ready to go home. I was in my hotel suite and I heard some noise out in the hall, so I took a peek out the peephole. There were a couple people in the hall talking and they looked over at my door. One of them said, "there's someone in there," like they could see me. I freaked out and tried hiding all over the suite, but kept moving, afraid they'd find me. Then I heard a knock on the door and went all the way across the suite to a second door and looked out the peephole to see a giant face right there. After a yelp, I realized it was my brother, so I let him in. He was with my cousin. Apparently they were there to pick me up. That was it.
All of a sudden it was a totally different time and place. I was at someplace like an old club. Like, the ones you always see in movies set in the 40's. Like it used to be some old jazz club or something. Anywho, the party was sorta for me. I had just had a baby a few weeks before (don't ask how I knew, I just did.) and it as sort of a celebration. I was talking to someone and the baby was sitting in a car seat next to me. When I was done talking, I looked at the baby and said, "Hey, baby! Let's go find Daddy!" So grabbed the baby (who looked like she was a few months old, not the couple weeks she was...) and we went to where the dad was. And who is the dad? Ringo Starr. Like now Ringo. Yeah. (Barbara was nowhere in the picture. I don't know if they'd divorced or never gotten married, but she wasn't in the picture.) He was painting a big mural of some Mayan or Inca or some Central/South American Indian city on one of the big walls. We went over to him and saw him and looked at his mural. He had stuck himself in the painting. It was funny. So, as we're surveying the mural, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. When we started walking away, back to the party, he started going into this long spiel about the Spaniards coming over the the new world. I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy scanning the room seeing who all was there. I saw some of my family and friends and some of his famous friends, most notably Paul McCartney. When he's done with his little history lesson, he goes off to talk to some people. I see my mom over by some of my other family and decide I'd better get it over with and introduce her to the baby. She as acting indifferent, like she was extremely mad at me. After showing her the baby and her basically ignoring it, I decided to talk to my cousin Jennifer. Next thing I know I'm back to tell my mom and brothers and a few other family members that after the party our family and a couple close friends (like Macca) are coming over to the house. When I walk over to the table they're at now, she deliberately looks at my cousin Jennifer and says something like, "How about after this we go out and get a drink." there was a tone like, 'Maybe, if there's time, we'll go to the house, if I feel like it'. That's where it ended.
I have no idea.
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yaoi_chan: Jealous much? ^_^
It started out that I was at some school type place. I think it was a cooking thing. I know food was talked about. It was peopled mainly by people in my class at school. Anyway, at the end of a day, I was getting ready to go home. I was in my hotel suite and I heard some noise out in the hall, so I took a peek out the peephole. There were a couple people in the hall talking and they looked over at my door. One of them said, "there's someone in there," like they could see me. I freaked out and tried hiding all over the suite, but kept moving, afraid they'd find me. Then I heard a knock on the door and went all the way across the suite to a second door and looked out the peephole to see a giant face right there. After a yelp, I realized it was my brother, so I let him in. He was with my cousin. Apparently they were there to pick me up. That was it.
All of a sudden it was a totally different time and place. I was at someplace like an old club. Like, the ones you always see in movies set in the 40's. Like it used to be some old jazz club or something. Anywho, the party was sorta for me. I had just had a baby a few weeks before (don't ask how I knew, I just did.) and it as sort of a celebration. I was talking to someone and the baby was sitting in a car seat next to me. When I was done talking, I looked at the baby and said, "Hey, baby! Let's go find Daddy!" So grabbed the baby (who looked like she was a few months old, not the couple weeks she was...) and we went to where the dad was. And who is the dad? Ringo Starr. Like now Ringo. Yeah. (Barbara was nowhere in the picture. I don't know if they'd divorced or never gotten married, but she wasn't in the picture.) He was painting a big mural of some Mayan or Inca or some Central/South American Indian city on one of the big walls. We went over to him and saw him and looked at his mural. He had stuck himself in the painting. It was funny. So, as we're surveying the mural, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. When we started walking away, back to the party, he started going into this long spiel about the Spaniards coming over the the new world. I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy scanning the room seeing who all was there. I saw some of my family and friends and some of his famous friends, most notably Paul McCartney. When he's done with his little history lesson, he goes off to talk to some people. I see my mom over by some of my other family and decide I'd better get it over with and introduce her to the baby. She as acting indifferent, like she was extremely mad at me. After showing her the baby and her basically ignoring it, I decided to talk to my cousin Jennifer. Next thing I know I'm back to tell my mom and brothers and a few other family members that after the party our family and a couple close friends (like Macca) are coming over to the house. When I walk over to the table they're at now, she deliberately looks at my cousin Jennifer and says something like, "How about after this we go out and get a drink." there was a tone like, 'Maybe, if there's time, we'll go to the house, if I feel like it'. That's where it ended.
I have no idea.
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yaoi_chan: Jealous much? ^_^