seems like a pretty good time to violate my strict anti-gif policy.
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I dreamed that I was stuck in a huge airport terminal, crammed with all kinds of random furniture instead of the standard mass-produced rows of seats. I ended up sort of crammed into some kind of weird, small, rectangle-shaped loveseat/nest/papasan thing (like, when you try to get comfortable while trying to read a book, and you end up in a weird, scrunched-up position in the corner of a chair) with an attractive woman in some sort of skimpy South-American-looking dancer costume with lots of blue sequins. We were both trying to read, but neither one of us could get comfortable, and our toes somehow kept accidentally poking each other’s bodies in… awkward places. At least it was accidental on my part. Eventually, she (or someone who had control over the PA system) decided it was time for a dance number, so music started playing and she grabbed my hands. Despite my protestations that I don’t dance (I just… don’t) I let her awkwardly drag me around by the hands, through some sort of dance, in a cleared space in the terminal, along with several other dancers and the obviously “non-dancing” guys they’d grabbed.
Suddenly, airport security announced that everyone from my flight needed to leave the terminal immediately for a security check. I apologized and left the dancers. I ended up sitting next to a really annoying asshole kid, while trying to repack my stuff, after security had pulled everything out. I had a bag of clothes and personal stuff, and a large file box full of artwork I’d done (nevermind the fact that, IRL, 90% of the art I’ve done in my life has never been committed to actual physical paper). I kept picking up my box to leave, and finding that the kid had somehow (magically?) switched the box in my hands for one of his (for some reason, he had several boxes and packages randomly lying around him). Then, he would make a show of acting like I was stealing his stuff. I was eventually able to get all the way to my gate with my box, before it was magically transformed again into a smaller box of random junk in my hands. I decided to just leave, feeling like maybe my stuff would do him some good. Or something. I dunno. I went back and left the switched box with him, too, though.
WTF, dreams? This is because I didn’t sleep the night before, isn’t it?
speciousfrenzy said: Not sure if being on Tumblr is better described as “being awake” than “hallucinatory dreams”, probably depends of who you follow :-)
This is true.
Oh, hello, extremely frustrating sex dreams. I was wondering when you’d show up.
I need to play Okami again. From the beginning. I need to have Okami dreams again. They were the best dreams.