fitful dream, can’t get comfortable so i’m dreaming about trying to find a place to sleep. i’m on a bus, turns out with a lot of musicians. one is being a dick talking about how i’m too close to his keyboard where i’m trying to lay down. i pick a different spot and sleep for what feels like seconds, wake up with a guitar underneath me broken into chunks.
found the young lady the guitar belonged to and she was like, well now I can’t play tonight. wheedled out of her a price range on the guitar and went to buy a replacement. on way back, accidentally dropped it somewhere, doubled back to find it, with marching orders for a new location to meet her after i find it or just get the money from an atm.
by now it’s just a planes trains & automobiles flavored frustration dream. i’m having more interaction than I’d prefer with ever-increasing numbers of homeless people along the way, end up in some underground cul-de-sac that turns out to be a gay bathhouse. i had surmised shooting gallery for heroin, but the growing crowd said otherwise – tho they were overdressed and there was no water i could see.
and now i start work in a minute. ugh.
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my first break, still in a daze, i need better sleep. weh.
I woke up completely at 4:30 this morning, so I had to start my day a good 2 hours earlier than normal.
It’s now 5 PM and my ass is dragging.
Mine last night involved Mr J having left me, and me trying to win him back by baking bread, four large loaves, all different, some improbable eg a very dark rye braid, the more rye in a flour the less gluten making a dark rye braid difficult if not impossible to make. Then an ex-friend came along and started to interfere with the bake not listening to what I said (which was the most realistic part of the dream!), and I got more and more panicked trying to correct her messing up my very important bread. Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was so discombobulated, so I got up about hours early.
Hope we both get better dreams and sleep tonight.
accidentally walked into the movie “no sleepies for old gals.”
I feel I should be offended.
But I’m not.
and I need to stay awake for at least 3 more hours so I don’t repeat tomorrow
i’m old gals tonight, u bet yer bottom doller.
the last thing that happened in the dream was a guy doing some sexual pissing activity accidentally splashed me because it was too crowded in there … funny bs to be happening when the alarm goes off i guess.