Night of 1/14/06
I had a very long and elaborate dream last night. Amazingly, I remember a lot of it.
I started out surfing the internet where I came across a website that listed the screen names of everyone that I know, but without their real name to identify the screen name. I looked at that for awhile and then some guy (who had an identity in dreamland, but not in reality) IMed me and asked me to marry him. It went something like this:
guy: wanna get married?
me: uh, sure
guy: how about next wednesday at 6?
me: ok
But I didn't have a dress, so I went somewhere and Laura and Brandae brought all their formal dresses for me to try on and pick from. I chose this really hideous dress of Brandae's (that I'm sure she would never, ever wear) . It was reversible. One side was purple with huge purple plastic gems on it and the other side was light blue with lots of navy blue target signs on it. It was ugly. Really ugly.
I guess something happened because my impending marriage was suddenly forgotten about for awhile. Instead I went to the Glasgo's house. Their house was actually the bottom house of two houses stacked on top of each other. Everything was very white there. Dana was sitting at a piano with daisies or daffodils or something on it staring into space. She told me to go upstairs to the other house, because that's where the party was.
So I went upstairs to another white, carpeted room where lots and lots of people were. As soon as I got there one of the Gibson sisters (who used to babysit me a long time ago) called me on my cell phone to ask if I would help her with some preschool on a Wednesday when the teacher was going to be out of town. I told her that I had work and BAYSO (never mind that BAYSO is, in real life, on Mondays) but that I would come between the two activities.
At some point more people started coming into the room and passing out Chick-Fil-A brownies. Henry appeared suddenly and said that he would like his brownie cut in half before beginning to recite "Green Eggs and Ham" and wandering off somewhere. I took a huge stack of brownies that people didn't want and put them in my desk drawer.
Then I ran into Brandae who wanted to know if the dress I had borrowed had been altered yet. (Brandae is about a foot taller than me and my borrowing much of anything clothing-wise from her is rather impractical. Laura and I, on the other hand, are just about the same size. It would have been much smarter of me to borrow a dress from her). I wondered why I should alter it because I would just have to un-alter it when I gave it back. A computer conveniently happened to be next to me on the desk where I stuffed the brownies. As I was talking to Brandae, an IM box popped up and the mysterious guy said that he changed his mind and didn't want to get married after all. I said good, because then I didn't have to worry about the dress and anyway, I was teaching preschool on Wednesday.
Later there was something about a muddy hill. People were running up it or something. I don't remember much at all. I think it was the hill that used to be on the side of the field at Whitaker before they tore it all up.
The end.
I started out surfing the internet where I came across a website that listed the screen names of everyone that I know, but without their real name to identify the screen name. I looked at that for awhile and then some guy (who had an identity in dreamland, but not in reality) IMed me and asked me to marry him. It went something like this:
guy: wanna get married?
me: uh, sure
guy: how about next wednesday at 6?
me: ok
But I didn't have a dress, so I went somewhere and Laura and Brandae brought all their formal dresses for me to try on and pick from. I chose this really hideous dress of Brandae's (that I'm sure she would never, ever wear) . It was reversible. One side was purple with huge purple plastic gems on it and the other side was light blue with lots of navy blue target signs on it. It was ugly. Really ugly.
I guess something happened because my impending marriage was suddenly forgotten about for awhile. Instead I went to the Glasgo's house. Their house was actually the bottom house of two houses stacked on top of each other. Everything was very white there. Dana was sitting at a piano with daisies or daffodils or something on it staring into space. She told me to go upstairs to the other house, because that's where the party was.
So I went upstairs to another white, carpeted room where lots and lots of people were. As soon as I got there one of the Gibson sisters (who used to babysit me a long time ago) called me on my cell phone to ask if I would help her with some preschool on a Wednesday when the teacher was going to be out of town. I told her that I had work and BAYSO (never mind that BAYSO is, in real life, on Mondays) but that I would come between the two activities.
At some point more people started coming into the room and passing out Chick-Fil-A brownies. Henry appeared suddenly and said that he would like his brownie cut in half before beginning to recite "Green Eggs and Ham" and wandering off somewhere. I took a huge stack of brownies that people didn't want and put them in my desk drawer.
Then I ran into Brandae who wanted to know if the dress I had borrowed had been altered yet. (Brandae is about a foot taller than me and my borrowing much of anything clothing-wise from her is rather impractical. Laura and I, on the other hand, are just about the same size. It would have been much smarter of me to borrow a dress from her). I wondered why I should alter it because I would just have to un-alter it when I gave it back. A computer conveniently happened to be next to me on the desk where I stuffed the brownies. As I was talking to Brandae, an IM box popped up and the mysterious guy said that he changed his mind and didn't want to get married after all. I said good, because then I didn't have to worry about the dress and anyway, I was teaching preschool on Wednesday.
Later there was something about a muddy hill. People were running up it or something. I don't remember much at all. I think it was the hill that used to be on the side of the field at Whitaker before they tore it all up.
The end.
posted by Christy at 10:27 PM
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