Friday, September 23, 2005

I have no idea. Seriously, I just don't know.

So I dreamed last night that I went with a large group of friends to an Eddie Izzard show. Unfortunately, I missed most of it because I spent the evening in the bathroom adjusting the elaborate ball gown I wore, which included an actual hoop-skirt, worn deliberately on the outside of the dress. It seemed to be quite the fashion because most of the women, and some of the men, were wearing some version of that new style.

With the putting on of makeup and the fiddling of clothes, everyone was already leaving the concert by the time I finally walked out of the bathroom. There was chaos trying to reunite with the group I came in with, and then I ran into Eddie himself. We had a lovely, relaxed chat and I asked him to give me his email address so we could keep in touch. As all this was going on, my sister came up and told me the everyone was leaving without me, and good luck getting home. So Eddie quickly made a fabric card with white glue and netting which was my invitation to his home for the holidays. He finished just in time for me to catch a ride back to where everyone was meeting up.

I ended up going to some relatives house where there was a huge fight. Someone had peeled the top layer of Eddie's card off to see how it was constructed, and they simply couldn't understand why I'd be so upset that they'd ruined it. The dream ended when I stormed out of the house while hordes of relatives screamed at me because I was leaving instead of joining the work crew and cleaning up their house.

I'm beginning to wonder if I wasn't better off when I couldn't remember any of my dreams. Oh, well - at least there were no rogue body parts this time...

posted by Space Kitty at 7:26 AM|| Comments (1)