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Ryan ([info]maskis) wrote,
@ 2007-02-08 08:10:00


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I had a dream. I can't recall exactly the order of the events, but I'll do my best. It mostly took place in this bedding and linen section of a department store/hotel lobby where there was a wedding going on. I know that Erika Monaco was at the wedding, and Angie too I think. I'd left three shirts in one of the hotel rooms on the ground floor which was actually more of a small backyard with a fence around it. I think they were wet so I wanted them to dry, so for a while I was walking between the aisles and rows of wooden lawn chairs set up for the ceremony in white socks and underwear. I didn't mind, and enjoyed the exhibitionism in fact. I remember Erika and I smiling at each other a couple times as I walked by. Ashley was there too, but he was represented by a blackish guy with longish fuzzy hair. I was going to take him up to see Robby's apartment because I still had a key from when he and I were dating, and I didn't think that Robby was there. When we got into the elevator there were a few black people inside around our age just kinda lounging as if they didn't expect to be going anywhere any time soon. I pressed the button of the 10th floor where the apartment was, but nothing happened. We waited for a few minutes, and Ashley put his arm around me and his head on my shoulder. It made me a bit nervous, but I liked that he felt comfortable enough to do that. After I realised that the elevator wasn't working, I tried by myself to go to the other smaller one located in a little bathroom all of black marble. It was pretty cramped inside, and I could see a square on the floor where the elevator was supposed to come down, but all that was coming out of the ceiling was the shock absorber part of the mechanism meant for when the elevator was on the ground floor. While I was there I used the bathroom, but for some reason I pissed on the floor instead of in the toilet. The piss was clear. I know that I asked the concierge about the elevators, and he showed me that the one in the bathroom was in fact working, but that didn't really go anywhere. Ashley had to go soon, but said that he'd like to get "one of these" as he stroked a wide slim decorative pillow with a sham cover on it. Next I remember walking through the rows of chairs again and going to the room/backyard to get my clothes. There was a guy in the room this time who had set up a tent which partially covered my shirts, so I retrieved them and left. Now I was wearing jeans, but the shirts were gone. I saw Jessica Whitlem sitting on a stool around what looked like a big wishing well near where the wedding was taking place, so I went over to say hello. She was spooning bits of off-white food into her mouth from the well which were floating in a dark watery broth with a hand carved wooden spoon. At first I thought they were meatballs, but the she told me that it was cauliflower, and I saw that this was the case. I picked up a spoon and said that it felt like I was a Smurf - it was quite Smurflike. I didn't want to try the stuff though. Then I saw Jeremy and waved him over. Jessica looked at him as he started walking towards us and then looked at me and grinned with embarrassment saying that she had just bumped into him. I introduced the two of them when Jeremy reached us, and Jessica started squealing about how she was embarrassed and ran off. Jeremy looked bewildered and recounted how they had met a moment earlier, and then mocked her version by imitating her squeal and throwing his hands into the air. That's all I remember. Weird.




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