Man, dreams are weird.
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kateI write them up right after I wake up to remember as much as I can, and this is a long one, so I'll cut it.
Okay, so there probably was a lot more to this, but the bits I remember were: there was a Christmas party for band members at my band director’s house. We went, had a few glasses of punch, ate some stuff, and then… started wandering about the house and helping with decorations? Because apparently he was having a BIGGER party for like, other people, afterward? And so I was trying to fix some stuff (because I had taken out some of the decorations to make a little ornament to take home to my wife) in the dining area, which was… just off of his office? Anyway, he had like 18 things hanging off these two poor hangers on his office door, and of course the moment I touched them, they all fell down. I sat there trying to rehang them FOREVER. So long, in fact, that the door morphed into a bunk bed and the room morphed into a kids bedroom and me and some other band people were hanging around and watching Stargate: Atlantis? Kinda? It was a highly emotional episode and I was still fiddling with the shit from the door, and then I turned back to the screen and Rodney was like, confessing to John and also dying? Or something? And no one was left? And I was like, hey, you fuckers! And then I did something to pause the TV, and they came back, or just sort of phased into existence to fuck around with the TV and mentioned that people (the postman and maybe a physics professor?) were unhappy my band director dude held a Christmas party, and I was like, really??? And then I was like, fine, I’m done with this shit, you guys fix the fucking door, and I left. And suddenly it wasn’t a house at all but a whole huge estate, and I was running around trying to find… something? I don’t know what. But I kept seeing people who had left me alone to watch that scene of SGA and I was bereft and yelling at them across long distances at a Christmas party.
And then the estate morphed into like… a city? And I was with an ex-girlfriend trying to get a coat because it was going to rain the next day? And we walked into a store and I saw like, two or three on a rack I wanted to try, and I turned around to the ex but she had gone somewhere, and the woman sitting next to her said, “oh, he went to get coffee” and I was like… “??? Okay, thanks, SHE went to get coffee (I don’t really know if she would’ve been upset to be misgendered, but she wasn’t like, super butch or something, I never saw her misgendered before). And I turn around and the rack is GONE. And a sales lady comes up and starts pestering me. What are you looking for, what do you want, blah blah blah, and something about my nice young man, and I said, loudly “I would never buy clothes for a MAN,” and there were a smattering of cheers and I was like, look, there was a rack of clothes RIGHT THERE that had what I want, where did it go? And she said it had been taken into the back, and so I started marching that way and the lady just kept trying to sell me on these girly things, and what I was looking for was a long navy puff jacket, I was like, UGH, NO, STOPPIT and finally I got in the back and it was like one of those…. Commune-like store places in there? Where it’s an indoor mall of small businesses with counters and stuff? Not a big fancy mall, one of the littler, hipster sort of ones. And so I’m wandering around, and I’m like, where the fuck is it – and I finally find the rack! And there are two versions of the coat, one is more puffy and one is less puffy, and to get the sales lady to stop, I’m like, “THIS ONE RIGHT HERE” and finally she backs off. The girlfriend is back too, apparently? And I’m like, where the hell have YOU been. But there’s also a long green wool coat next to the two navy puff coats and I’m like, oh that pretty, I want to try it on, so I grab it and go in a dressing room, and this place is vaguely dark, and it turns out every time I think I’m talking to someone, it’s really a mirror and other random people are there? So on the way to the dressing room, I see a friend from grade school, and yell “MICHELLE, WHERE DID YOU GO, I HAD TO WATCH SAD SGA ALL BY MYSELF” but then a door opens and Michelle isn’t there, just these two guys trying to sell pizza, and I feel all sheepish.
But I put on the coat, can’t decide, and so I’m like, “Hey ex-girlfriend, what do you think?” but then something shifts and she’s not there, so I’m all like, SIGH I WILL JUST TRY ON THE OTHER TWO COATS but someone has moved the fucking rack again! And the sales lady is like, “I’m glad you found what you wanted, I can ring you up!” and I am ready to throttle her as I go haring off after wherever the fuck they took these two fucking coats again. Thankfully I woke up then.
I have stress dreams for work like this sometimes? Where I can’t get to anything, everything has been misplaced, and I can’t do my work and I am just COMPLETELY frustrated, but I’ve never had one about holiday parties and shopping before. :(
Okay, so there probably was a lot more to this, but the bits I remember were: there was a Christmas party for band members at my band director’s house. We went, had a few glasses of punch, ate some stuff, and then… started wandering about the house and helping with decorations? Because apparently he was having a BIGGER party for like, other people, afterward? And so I was trying to fix some stuff (because I had taken out some of the decorations to make a little ornament to take home to my wife) in the dining area, which was… just off of his office? Anyway, he had like 18 things hanging off these two poor hangers on his office door, and of course the moment I touched them, they all fell down. I sat there trying to rehang them FOREVER. So long, in fact, that the door morphed into a bunk bed and the room morphed into a kids bedroom and me and some other band people were hanging around and watching Stargate: Atlantis? Kinda? It was a highly emotional episode and I was still fiddling with the shit from the door, and then I turned back to the screen and Rodney was like, confessing to John and also dying? Or something? And no one was left? And I was like, hey, you fuckers! And then I did something to pause the TV, and they came back, or just sort of phased into existence to fuck around with the TV and mentioned that people (the postman and maybe a physics professor?) were unhappy my band director dude held a Christmas party, and I was like, really??? And then I was like, fine, I’m done with this shit, you guys fix the fucking door, and I left. And suddenly it wasn’t a house at all but a whole huge estate, and I was running around trying to find… something? I don’t know what. But I kept seeing people who had left me alone to watch that scene of SGA and I was bereft and yelling at them across long distances at a Christmas party.
And then the estate morphed into like… a city? And I was with an ex-girlfriend trying to get a coat because it was going to rain the next day? And we walked into a store and I saw like, two or three on a rack I wanted to try, and I turned around to the ex but she had gone somewhere, and the woman sitting next to her said, “oh, he went to get coffee” and I was like… “??? Okay, thanks, SHE went to get coffee (I don’t really know if she would’ve been upset to be misgendered, but she wasn’t like, super butch or something, I never saw her misgendered before). And I turn around and the rack is GONE. And a sales lady comes up and starts pestering me. What are you looking for, what do you want, blah blah blah, and something about my nice young man, and I said, loudly “I would never buy clothes for a MAN,” and there were a smattering of cheers and I was like, look, there was a rack of clothes RIGHT THERE that had what I want, where did it go? And she said it had been taken into the back, and so I started marching that way and the lady just kept trying to sell me on these girly things, and what I was looking for was a long navy puff jacket, I was like, UGH, NO, STOPPIT and finally I got in the back and it was like one of those…. Commune-like store places in there? Where it’s an indoor mall of small businesses with counters and stuff? Not a big fancy mall, one of the littler, hipster sort of ones. And so I’m wandering around, and I’m like, where the fuck is it – and I finally find the rack! And there are two versions of the coat, one is more puffy and one is less puffy, and to get the sales lady to stop, I’m like, “THIS ONE RIGHT HERE” and finally she backs off. The girlfriend is back too, apparently? And I’m like, where the hell have YOU been. But there’s also a long green wool coat next to the two navy puff coats and I’m like, oh that pretty, I want to try it on, so I grab it and go in a dressing room, and this place is vaguely dark, and it turns out every time I think I’m talking to someone, it’s really a mirror and other random people are there? So on the way to the dressing room, I see a friend from grade school, and yell “MICHELLE, WHERE DID YOU GO, I HAD TO WATCH SAD SGA ALL BY MYSELF” but then a door opens and Michelle isn’t there, just these two guys trying to sell pizza, and I feel all sheepish.
But I put on the coat, can’t decide, and so I’m like, “Hey ex-girlfriend, what do you think?” but then something shifts and she’s not there, so I’m all like, SIGH I WILL JUST TRY ON THE OTHER TWO COATS but someone has moved the fucking rack again! And the sales lady is like, “I’m glad you found what you wanted, I can ring you up!” and I am ready to throttle her as I go haring off after wherever the fuck they took these two fucking coats again. Thankfully I woke up then.
I have stress dreams for work like this sometimes? Where I can’t get to anything, everything has been misplaced, and I can’t do my work and I am just COMPLETELY frustrated, but I’ve never had one about holiday parties and shopping before. :(
