Dreaming strange shit again
Aug. 29th, 2006 11:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansSo, I had this dream. Well, you know me--I dream, or rather, I remember my dreams in fairly vivid detail quite often. Well, there was one I had last night that I found rather strange. Not as in, it was so totally on crack strange, but more... well, it was just kinda odd. Now in my dream, it was Wednesday and I'd gone to meet up with Grant (because we are, in fact, going to meet up tomorrow and figure out "something social to do..." *snickers* I love me some gutter mind at a time like this), although in my dream we met up in the evening, not the afternoon as is currently planned. And that was going well. Whatever it was we ended up doing, we were enjoying ourselves.
And then, we're walking along fairly aimlessly in The City* when Aston shows up. I'm all, "Oh my God! What're you doing here?!" And, like, these friends of Grant's show up and they all already know Aston--in my dream I wasn't surprised, because Aston could be quite loud and memorable from our stints out on the town with all Rowena's Crew, way back in February and March.
*The City is not an actual town, really, but rather my mind's strange culmulation of city-esque features and I dream of this place often, sort of like when I dream about old schools or houses that aren't quite as they are in reality, but my brain has twisted them somehow. So, we were in The City, and all that jazz...
Now, somehow I'd hurt my knee and Grant had wrapped it up in a bandage... and this group of us are just sitting and standing around on this footpath and I decide to go over and talk to Aston. I want to ask him all sorts of questions like, had he gone to the World Cup in Germany? What's he been up to these last months? And why the hell is he still in NZ? I had a drink with me, just a glass of water, but I spilled it and I sat down and got my bandage soaked. "Shit," I said. And he asks in this annoyed/bitter tone, "Why do I always have to take care of you?"
Well, I'm hurt. And confused. I reply a tad defensively, "I have never asked you to take care of me. I'm not asking you to now." I decided that if he was going to be like that, bugger trying to caatch up,a nd i walk off through the groupe to find Grant again, since he's bound to be better company than an old fling being a prick for no reason.
So that was my dream. Weird shit.
Fin.
And then, we're walking along fairly aimlessly in The City* when Aston shows up. I'm all, "Oh my God! What're you doing here?!" And, like, these friends of Grant's show up and they all already know Aston--in my dream I wasn't surprised, because Aston could be quite loud and memorable from our stints out on the town with all Rowena's Crew, way back in February and March.
*The City is not an actual town, really, but rather my mind's strange culmulation of city-esque features and I dream of this place often, sort of like when I dream about old schools or houses that aren't quite as they are in reality, but my brain has twisted them somehow. So, we were in The City, and all that jazz...
Now, somehow I'd hurt my knee and Grant had wrapped it up in a bandage... and this group of us are just sitting and standing around on this footpath and I decide to go over and talk to Aston. I want to ask him all sorts of questions like, had he gone to the World Cup in Germany? What's he been up to these last months? And why the hell is he still in NZ? I had a drink with me, just a glass of water, but I spilled it and I sat down and got my bandage soaked. "Shit," I said. And he asks in this annoyed/bitter tone, "Why do I always have to take care of you?"
Well, I'm hurt. And confused. I reply a tad defensively, "I have never asked you to take care of me. I'm not asking you to now." I decided that if he was going to be like that, bugger trying to caatch up,a nd i walk off through the groupe to find Grant again, since he's bound to be better company than an old fling being a prick for no reason.
So that was my dream. Weird shit.
Fin.
