disoriented
Jun. 14th, 2005 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I slept in Dave's bed last night, supremely comfortable and squashed against the wall as is my usual. While there I dreamed that a) my job would send us out 'on assignment' to be bartenders for events, and had done so with me to a remote and dusty fairgrounds-kinda-location for some weird and dodgy party. My coworker Evan was there and was complaining that the hours were too long.
Another bit of the dream (in which I seemed to live in some Midwestern state that was much larger and dustier than this one, and also I drove a giant 1970s huge-style sedan thing with a terrible paint job-- the setting somewhat resembled "Upstate New York" from Men In Black, which I believe was actually a set in New Mexico and looked like it)... Well, the dream was convoluted, but another bit was that Dave had decided he and I should be just friends, and I was really depressed about it but was trying to be Cool With It.
That bit was the part that sort of stuck with me, as dreams sometimes do, as I was waking up. And so I was lying in his bed, trying to turn over without disturbing him (in my usual fashion-- which isn't that difficult even though he's a very light sleeper because he's got an excellent mattress with those articulated springs so like you can jump on the bed and not tip over a glass of water set on it because it only moves where you press it), thinking "maybe it won't be so bad, maybe we'll be really good friends" and finally I was like, "Wait, that conversation never actually happened."
Whew.
So I'm feeling a bit fragile at the moment, because in my head the conversation had happened and so I'd really been actually trying to deal. (I feel a bit like Ecthelion from the most recent chapter of Strange Fortunes, only, well, less justified.)
And I get out to my computer and my friendslist is full with messages from various of my friends to a friend of theirs (who I don't know) whose daughter, apparently, has just died-- although I don't know a thing about it, and of course they're not going to explain what happened in their expressions of sympathy, so it's just all these heartbreaking posts about someone I don't know but who isn't many degrees of separation to me. And the death of a child is rather far more serious than anything I'm facing, so now I just feel rather silly.
And the first (most recent) message in my Inbox is from Dave's cousin saying he's found three kittens by his house and can't adopt them so if nobody else does he'll have to take them to the SPCA.
Waaaah!! I want fuzzies!! FUZZIES!!!
Another bit of the dream (in which I seemed to live in some Midwestern state that was much larger and dustier than this one, and also I drove a giant 1970s huge-style sedan thing with a terrible paint job-- the setting somewhat resembled "Upstate New York" from Men In Black, which I believe was actually a set in New Mexico and looked like it)... Well, the dream was convoluted, but another bit was that Dave had decided he and I should be just friends, and I was really depressed about it but was trying to be Cool With It.
That bit was the part that sort of stuck with me, as dreams sometimes do, as I was waking up. And so I was lying in his bed, trying to turn over without disturbing him (in my usual fashion-- which isn't that difficult even though he's a very light sleeper because he's got an excellent mattress with those articulated springs so like you can jump on the bed and not tip over a glass of water set on it because it only moves where you press it), thinking "maybe it won't be so bad, maybe we'll be really good friends" and finally I was like, "Wait, that conversation never actually happened."
Whew.
So I'm feeling a bit fragile at the moment, because in my head the conversation had happened and so I'd really been actually trying to deal. (I feel a bit like Ecthelion from the most recent chapter of Strange Fortunes, only, well, less justified.)
And I get out to my computer and my friendslist is full with messages from various of my friends to a friend of theirs (who I don't know) whose daughter, apparently, has just died-- although I don't know a thing about it, and of course they're not going to explain what happened in their expressions of sympathy, so it's just all these heartbreaking posts about someone I don't know but who isn't many degrees of separation to me. And the death of a child is rather far more serious than anything I'm facing, so now I just feel rather silly.
And the first (most recent) message in my Inbox is from Dave's cousin saying he's found three kittens by his house and can't adopt them so if nobody else does he'll have to take them to the SPCA.
Waaaah!! I want fuzzies!! FUZZIES!!!
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Date: 2005-06-14 12:38 pm (UTC)Somehow I suspect that my other cats will mind, though.
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Date: 2005-06-14 12:39 pm (UTC)Sad, but makes the point all the more to make the most of each day.