****WARNING! STRANGE DREAM!*****
last night i had this dream, and it was so odd. i was in my apartment building, but it wasn't. i went downstairs and it was an amber-lit bar, warm with little bars, each with its own cook and type of food. i sat down by the sushi, at the bar and someone set a drink in front of me. i was tired, weary, like i had walked for days and days and i looked down at the drink. it was some kind of liquor with a metal mesh tea-infuser type thing in the bottom of the dark ambery liquid. what was this, i asked aloud, and the man setting next to me said cognac. i've never had it, and although i didn't quite understand why the tea was in it, or the mesh ball with what looked like tea leaves was in it, i drank it. it was warm and brandy-like, with a honey flavor to it. i chatted with the stranger for a while, a nice man. older, i'd say in his 30's or early 40's. i don't know quite what we chatted about, but i finished my drink, and it seemed like our conversation just evaporated, so i walked over to the open spit, i think they were cooking a pig. or chicken. you could smell baking chicken, fresh pepper, all sorts of things. i sat down near the fire, happy, warm, content, when this other man smiled and sat down next to me. we talked, and i felt incredibly comfortable. he bought me another cognac/tea/i dunno thing, which i enjoyed. when we parted ways, it hurt. more than longing, like physical pain. but i liked that i felt that way. i promised him i'd see him at his work later. it was at another part of my apartment building, kinda, not really. that was confusing. when i left the pub, i walked out to dark nite, bright streelights, old and round. was walked home by guy number one, and someone else who i knew, but didn't talk to while in the pub. they both wanted to know what i saw in the man that made me feel so great. the first man worked with him, at the auto shop. i just smiled and sighed. i couldn't explain it. so i bid them farewell, and the next day, i went and saw the guy that made me flutter. i never got his name, the whole dream. and he wasn't but a scruffy 30-something, with blue eyes and a nice smile. i saw the first guy i had seen the night previous, asked about the guy i know i loved and he said, oh yeah, let me get him. then, there he was, in his mechanic's uniform, and smiling so big because i had come to see him like i said i would. when i hugged him, my arms went around his frame, i could smell th grease and sweat, and he hugged me really tight--with his one arm. i hadn't even noticed he only had one arm the night before, and it didn't matter to me at all, at that moment he was holding me, i was so happy and content and in love.
it was one of the most beautiful dreams i've had in a long time. when thinking about it this morning, remembering how good he smelled from the cars he'd been working on, what he looked like, that smile...i realized something i don't think i have ever ever thought of. in my life, my real life...i wouldn't care if i did end up with someone who was missing a limb, or bald, or fat, or in a wheelchair. i know i could love them just the same. as long as i was happy and it was a healthy, good relationship.
just thought i'd share that. i want to dream about him again. he felt so familiar and amazing. i really liked it.
last night i had this dream, and it was so odd. i was in my apartment building, but it wasn't. i went downstairs and it was an amber-lit bar, warm with little bars, each with its own cook and type of food. i sat down by the sushi, at the bar and someone set a drink in front of me. i was tired, weary, like i had walked for days and days and i looked down at the drink. it was some kind of liquor with a metal mesh tea-infuser type thing in the bottom of the dark ambery liquid. what was this, i asked aloud, and the man setting next to me said cognac. i've never had it, and although i didn't quite understand why the tea was in it, or the mesh ball with what looked like tea leaves was in it, i drank it. it was warm and brandy-like, with a honey flavor to it. i chatted with the stranger for a while, a nice man. older, i'd say in his 30's or early 40's. i don't know quite what we chatted about, but i finished my drink, and it seemed like our conversation just evaporated, so i walked over to the open spit, i think they were cooking a pig. or chicken. you could smell baking chicken, fresh pepper, all sorts of things. i sat down near the fire, happy, warm, content, when this other man smiled and sat down next to me. we talked, and i felt incredibly comfortable. he bought me another cognac/tea/i dunno thing, which i enjoyed. when we parted ways, it hurt. more than longing, like physical pain. but i liked that i felt that way. i promised him i'd see him at his work later. it was at another part of my apartment building, kinda, not really. that was confusing. when i left the pub, i walked out to dark nite, bright streelights, old and round. was walked home by guy number one, and someone else who i knew, but didn't talk to while in the pub. they both wanted to know what i saw in the man that made me feel so great. the first man worked with him, at the auto shop. i just smiled and sighed. i couldn't explain it. so i bid them farewell, and the next day, i went and saw the guy that made me flutter. i never got his name, the whole dream. and he wasn't but a scruffy 30-something, with blue eyes and a nice smile. i saw the first guy i had seen the night previous, asked about the guy i know i loved and he said, oh yeah, let me get him. then, there he was, in his mechanic's uniform, and smiling so big because i had come to see him like i said i would. when i hugged him, my arms went around his frame, i could smell th grease and sweat, and he hugged me really tight--with his one arm. i hadn't even noticed he only had one arm the night before, and it didn't matter to me at all, at that moment he was holding me, i was so happy and content and in love.
it was one of the most beautiful dreams i've had in a long time. when thinking about it this morning, remembering how good he smelled from the cars he'd been working on, what he looked like, that smile...i realized something i don't think i have ever ever thought of. in my life, my real life...i wouldn't care if i did end up with someone who was missing a limb, or bald, or fat, or in a wheelchair. i know i could love them just the same. as long as i was happy and it was a healthy, good relationship.
just thought i'd share that. i want to dream about him again. he felt so familiar and amazing. i really liked it.
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Tickets are twenty bucks, I think. No idea on the cost of the attire, as I haven't even the slightest clue about what I'll wear. You're not coming?