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I had a dream
Feb. 5th, 2011 10:21 amwhich is just too weird not to preserve.
So, I'd already woken up at around 6am (fairly normal), but it's Saturday so, after reading fanfic for a while, I redraped the Boy's limbs on me and went back to sleep.
In the dream, I was visiting my Boy in a different apartment than he has, but he clearly lived there. The kitchen was HUGE, with one of those islands, but instead of counters, there was a row of machines- an oven, a dishwasher, a washing machine, a dryer, and something else. The Boy was baking (not something he does) and he put a plate of cinnamon buns (pre-iced!) into the oven.
Only, IT WAS NOT THE OVEN. It was the clothes dryer, and I could look into the glass front door and watch these cinnamon buns bouncing around inside the damn thing with the pan in the background- and the Boy did not care, even after I told him that he'd put the buns in the dryer. He thought everything would be fine. But I figured, with dream-logic, that the dryer would clean itself (how??) and I left it alone, puzzled by the whole thing.
Then, we were in the Boy's bedroom, but not his current one. And I was feeling really foggy and confused and I was sitting on the floor wrapped in his big orange-red duvet so that I could only see out through an eyeslit. The Boy was talking about going to a greenhouse, like it was something we had planned on and I should be expecting to do, but I didn't remember it AT ALL. And I was really confused and kind of freaked out, and more freaked out by the fact that the Boy was not noticing my freaked-out state, but I didn't feel like I could say anything about it.
And I eventually start to get my purse together, without leaving the wrapped up comfort of my blanket-fort, but I can't find my wallet. And it is a complete catastrophe that I cannot find my damn wallet, and I cannot make the Boy understand it, because there is something WRONG with my brain and my ability to speak. I'm aware that I'm using the freak-out over the wallet as an excuse (sort of), because I am more freaked-out by the fact that the Boy is NOT NOTICING my brain is broken and how upset I am about, but I'm confused and kind of too embarrassed to tell him that, because a) he might feel hurt that he failed to notice something so upsetting to me (This is an actual real-life reaction to me being upset) or b) he won't care (which is not a real life reaction.)
And I woke up, with my Boy holding my phone, alarm chiming, over my head where I will notice it and make it stop ringing and take my BC before I forget. And it's now 9am.
So, I'd already woken up at around 6am (fairly normal), but it's Saturday so, after reading fanfic for a while, I redraped the Boy's limbs on me and went back to sleep.
In the dream, I was visiting my Boy in a different apartment than he has, but he clearly lived there. The kitchen was HUGE, with one of those islands, but instead of counters, there was a row of machines- an oven, a dishwasher, a washing machine, a dryer, and something else. The Boy was baking (not something he does) and he put a plate of cinnamon buns (pre-iced!) into the oven.
Only, IT WAS NOT THE OVEN. It was the clothes dryer, and I could look into the glass front door and watch these cinnamon buns bouncing around inside the damn thing with the pan in the background- and the Boy did not care, even after I told him that he'd put the buns in the dryer. He thought everything would be fine. But I figured, with dream-logic, that the dryer would clean itself (how??) and I left it alone, puzzled by the whole thing.
Then, we were in the Boy's bedroom, but not his current one. And I was feeling really foggy and confused and I was sitting on the floor wrapped in his big orange-red duvet so that I could only see out through an eyeslit. The Boy was talking about going to a greenhouse, like it was something we had planned on and I should be expecting to do, but I didn't remember it AT ALL. And I was really confused and kind of freaked out, and more freaked out by the fact that the Boy was not noticing my freaked-out state, but I didn't feel like I could say anything about it.
And I eventually start to get my purse together, without leaving the wrapped up comfort of my blanket-fort, but I can't find my wallet. And it is a complete catastrophe that I cannot find my damn wallet, and I cannot make the Boy understand it, because there is something WRONG with my brain and my ability to speak. I'm aware that I'm using the freak-out over the wallet as an excuse (sort of), because I am more freaked-out by the fact that the Boy is NOT NOTICING my brain is broken and how upset I am about, but I'm confused and kind of too embarrassed to tell him that, because a) he might feel hurt that he failed to notice something so upsetting to me (This is an actual real-life reaction to me being upset) or b) he won't care (which is not a real life reaction.)
And I woke up, with my Boy holding my phone, alarm chiming, over my head where I will notice it and make it stop ringing and take my BC before I forget. And it's now 9am.
