Slept for over nine hours last night, and finally feel a little better. Had some cool dreams too:
In my dream I wake up on the sofa (this is a dream: I don't have a sofa) only to discover that there are two, probably Swedish, backpacker-type girls in my bed (or, in a different bed that I don't have), intertwined with each other, since they are also lesbians.
When I discreetly enquire as to what they are doing there, they say they were lost and just wanted a place to sleep out of the rain, and my door was open. I tell them they can stay as long as they want.
I get a little nervous as they start going through my closet and trying on my shirts, so I go and eat my breakfast down at the bottom of the garden, which is really just an open field (dream: I don't have a garden). And I think to myself, if these were two men who had entered my home without permission, I would probably be more worried, but these aren't men, they are women, as is abundantly clear from the pictures they have already started putting up on my walls, and the little notes and drawings they have left lying around for each other, and for me, to find.
Later (in another dream), I come home to find a young Dutch man and a middle-aged Dutch woman in my kitchen where they have led a bunch of Dutch schoolkids in search of refreshments while on their school trip. At first I am a little alarmed, but then I start talking to them, and goofily trying to pronounce their wacky Dutch names, and everything's ok.
These are fun dreams. Maybe I should keep an open house...?
In my dream I wake up on the sofa (this is a dream: I don't have a sofa) only to discover that there are two, probably Swedish, backpacker-type girls in my bed (or, in a different bed that I don't have), intertwined with each other, since they are also lesbians.
When I discreetly enquire as to what they are doing there, they say they were lost and just wanted a place to sleep out of the rain, and my door was open. I tell them they can stay as long as they want.
I get a little nervous as they start going through my closet and trying on my shirts, so I go and eat my breakfast down at the bottom of the garden, which is really just an open field (dream: I don't have a garden). And I think to myself, if these were two men who had entered my home without permission, I would probably be more worried, but these aren't men, they are women, as is abundantly clear from the pictures they have already started putting up on my walls, and the little notes and drawings they have left lying around for each other, and for me, to find.
Later (in another dream), I come home to find a young Dutch man and a middle-aged Dutch woman in my kitchen where they have led a bunch of Dutch schoolkids in search of refreshments while on their school trip. At first I am a little alarmed, but then I start talking to them, and goofily trying to pronounce their wacky Dutch names, and everything's ok.
These are fun dreams. Maybe I should keep an open house...?
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HA!!! You are bad! For the first part and the second--is that a direct Valerie quote? It sounds familiar. Good job, chap!
Whatsamatta with my ass!? I know though I need to update. I plan to today. I was waiting for photobucket, b/c it was down last night. I just can't update without pitchas.
2. Spoken like a true East Coaster.