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Dec. 17th, 2012 08:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demakatAt some point today I need to remember to pay bills. Hopefully that happens.
I've been sleeping crappy the past two nights, but I've also been eating things I know upset me. So I wake up a lot and go back to sleep. Makes waking up for real in the morning hurt badly cause I'm so sore from tossing and turning.
I had this dream where I had a tiny house on wheels. I don't remember building it I just remember being excited it was done and living somewhere. Probably on someone's yard or something. But then one time I remember flopping into bed (the layout was weird, kind of like the gypsy wagon style, but shaped like a house, so my bed was on the main floor) and waking up to the sensation that I was moving. I remember being scared but then deciding that I should probably see why I'm moving. I was being pulled down a sort of suburban street that was lined with trees, by an oldish black pickup truck. I opened a screen door from my bed to see this, and the guy in the truck saw that I was in the house. He seemed kind of surprised, I remember thinking that maybe he was stealing my house and didn't think to see if I was inside it.
I ended up sort of watching us talk, so I didn't hear what was said, but the main point seemed to be that he didn't know I was in there and that he was just moving the house to another property. He wouldn't have moved it like that if he knew I was in there. Which doesn't really clear up the stealing my house thing using awake logic, but I was totally okay with it at the time.
The next time I woke up it was in someone else's house. I didn't have clothes for some reason. I ended up making a fleece blanket into a sort of shirt thing but I was mostly covering my boobs with my arms. There didn't seem to be people around. One way was this big gray industrial looking elevator. The other direction I had to walk through the "bathroom". It was this giant open air room with a huge slate wall that was the shower. It had accordion doors made of glass across the whole thing, but you could also leave them open because everything was a giant wet room. I mean massive like 7 people could have easily had enough room to shower at the same time standing in a line arms outstretched. I think there were only 5 shower heads though. The other side was something else bathroom related, but I didn't pay attention to what.
I kept going through there, and remember thinking that it was nice to have found the bathroom and that I would ask to borrow it sometimes while I was staying in my tiny house. I seemed to just know that my house was parked somewhere outside, just totally trusting that it was out there somewhere. I heard people, but didn't really see any, which was good because I started to be a little upset that I didn't have any clothes on. I made it up stairs and out the front door, where I passed on of the guys I work with in real life. For some reason I had known that this was some major band's house and remember thinking how I didn't know he would be here, surprised that he knew the band people too. He didn't see me because he was busy looking away from the house sitting on a bench thing, I was kind of glad though because still topless.
I was going across the lawn around the back of the house now, starting to get worried that I hadn't seen my tiny house yet. It had to be here somewhere I just hadn't found it. The main house was so big that was understandable, I remember using that logic to calm myself down. There was a kind of hill behind the house part and it sloped down to a small fence that looked into a big slate room. At this point I passed a tall skinny guy who was also not wearing a shirt. He was one of the band people and had giant fluffy dreads he wore down over his face...Slash style? (like the guy from guns n roses? with the hat?) He kind of walked across my path heading towards the house and deeply mumbled something about not needing to do that here. I was confused for a second and realized he meant covering up my boobs. So then ultra self conscious, but also kind of 'oh...yeah' I was glad he made that point because remembering to hold my arm across myself was kind of annoying.
I realized after this that the hill was sloping down into the bathroom I had passed through and you could see straight into it from on the hill. I remembered thinking I might not use that bathroom often, but really if everyone else used it with anyone being able to see I suppose that just how it was and I would learn to deal with it.
Finally walking around this giant pit slightly up a hill I came to some trees and finally glimpsed my house. As I got closer not only was I suddenly wearing a t-shirt now (now that I had accepted my toplessness I got a shirt? wtf dream?) but I realized someone was standing on my balcony thing looking out over the main house but also into the trees. I get closer and its Chris Hemsworth the guy who played Thor. I remembered thinking that I didn't know he was in the band, but that sort of explains the giant house. Something was weird about his shoulder. As I got closer to the house I thought it was a giant black bird, then I was all THAT is way too cliche. I opened the door but Chris had spotted me and kind of ran out of the house at me. I noticed that the bird was just a small bird (much more acceptable thanks brain) and I said "aww you're just a little B" and the bird kind of tried to attack me as he went by but was more concerned with clinging to his shirt. It seemed surprised that I didn't want to touch it, which made more sense to me because my bird doesn't like other people touching him, and flattened himself against Chris as he walked away. I saw it had little markings like a red-wing blackbird.
I don't remember being upset at all that some person I don't even know was in my house. I turned back to the door and saw my bed and flopped down in it. I was tired and my brain was going over the logistics of having to go into the house to use the bathroom. Maybe I could ask if there is a back entrance to the bathroom, like by that elevator or something. I had an image of me repelling into the bathroom every time I needed to use it, and thought that was a funny but useless solution. Then I woke up.
Then I considered the fact that my tiny house didn't have a composting toilet? Then I realized I don't super understand how those work.
and now I have to go. I don't understand what the hell my mom's problem is lately but she is all antsy all over. like oh we have to get here on time and let me fuss with this and I just want to yell at her to STOP! just stop, go away, stop. She isn't even doing anything but the fussing about her own things even, is getting to me. Which means its probably just me being stupid. The place we are meeting people is literally under 5 minutes from our house. We have to be there at 9. Its 8:46. what the fuck lady! and everyone else is always late.
I've been sleeping crappy the past two nights, but I've also been eating things I know upset me. So I wake up a lot and go back to sleep. Makes waking up for real in the morning hurt badly cause I'm so sore from tossing and turning.
I had this dream where I had a tiny house on wheels. I don't remember building it I just remember being excited it was done and living somewhere. Probably on someone's yard or something. But then one time I remember flopping into bed (the layout was weird, kind of like the gypsy wagon style, but shaped like a house, so my bed was on the main floor) and waking up to the sensation that I was moving. I remember being scared but then deciding that I should probably see why I'm moving. I was being pulled down a sort of suburban street that was lined with trees, by an oldish black pickup truck. I opened a screen door from my bed to see this, and the guy in the truck saw that I was in the house. He seemed kind of surprised, I remember thinking that maybe he was stealing my house and didn't think to see if I was inside it.
I ended up sort of watching us talk, so I didn't hear what was said, but the main point seemed to be that he didn't know I was in there and that he was just moving the house to another property. He wouldn't have moved it like that if he knew I was in there. Which doesn't really clear up the stealing my house thing using awake logic, but I was totally okay with it at the time.
The next time I woke up it was in someone else's house. I didn't have clothes for some reason. I ended up making a fleece blanket into a sort of shirt thing but I was mostly covering my boobs with my arms. There didn't seem to be people around. One way was this big gray industrial looking elevator. The other direction I had to walk through the "bathroom". It was this giant open air room with a huge slate wall that was the shower. It had accordion doors made of glass across the whole thing, but you could also leave them open because everything was a giant wet room. I mean massive like 7 people could have easily had enough room to shower at the same time standing in a line arms outstretched. I think there were only 5 shower heads though. The other side was something else bathroom related, but I didn't pay attention to what.
I kept going through there, and remember thinking that it was nice to have found the bathroom and that I would ask to borrow it sometimes while I was staying in my tiny house. I seemed to just know that my house was parked somewhere outside, just totally trusting that it was out there somewhere. I heard people, but didn't really see any, which was good because I started to be a little upset that I didn't have any clothes on. I made it up stairs and out the front door, where I passed on of the guys I work with in real life. For some reason I had known that this was some major band's house and remember thinking how I didn't know he would be here, surprised that he knew the band people too. He didn't see me because he was busy looking away from the house sitting on a bench thing, I was kind of glad though because still topless.
I was going across the lawn around the back of the house now, starting to get worried that I hadn't seen my tiny house yet. It had to be here somewhere I just hadn't found it. The main house was so big that was understandable, I remember using that logic to calm myself down. There was a kind of hill behind the house part and it sloped down to a small fence that looked into a big slate room. At this point I passed a tall skinny guy who was also not wearing a shirt. He was one of the band people and had giant fluffy dreads he wore down over his face...Slash style? (like the guy from guns n roses? with the hat?) He kind of walked across my path heading towards the house and deeply mumbled something about not needing to do that here. I was confused for a second and realized he meant covering up my boobs. So then ultra self conscious, but also kind of 'oh...yeah' I was glad he made that point because remembering to hold my arm across myself was kind of annoying.
I realized after this that the hill was sloping down into the bathroom I had passed through and you could see straight into it from on the hill. I remembered thinking I might not use that bathroom often, but really if everyone else used it with anyone being able to see I suppose that just how it was and I would learn to deal with it.
Finally walking around this giant pit slightly up a hill I came to some trees and finally glimpsed my house. As I got closer not only was I suddenly wearing a t-shirt now (now that I had accepted my toplessness I got a shirt? wtf dream?) but I realized someone was standing on my balcony thing looking out over the main house but also into the trees. I get closer and its Chris Hemsworth the guy who played Thor. I remembered thinking that I didn't know he was in the band, but that sort of explains the giant house. Something was weird about his shoulder. As I got closer to the house I thought it was a giant black bird, then I was all THAT is way too cliche. I opened the door but Chris had spotted me and kind of ran out of the house at me. I noticed that the bird was just a small bird (much more acceptable thanks brain) and I said "aww you're just a little B" and the bird kind of tried to attack me as he went by but was more concerned with clinging to his shirt. It seemed surprised that I didn't want to touch it, which made more sense to me because my bird doesn't like other people touching him, and flattened himself against Chris as he walked away. I saw it had little markings like a red-wing blackbird.
I don't remember being upset at all that some person I don't even know was in my house. I turned back to the door and saw my bed and flopped down in it. I was tired and my brain was going over the logistics of having to go into the house to use the bathroom. Maybe I could ask if there is a back entrance to the bathroom, like by that elevator or something. I had an image of me repelling into the bathroom every time I needed to use it, and thought that was a funny but useless solution. Then I woke up.
Then I considered the fact that my tiny house didn't have a composting toilet? Then I realized I don't super understand how those work.
and now I have to go. I don't understand what the hell my mom's problem is lately but she is all antsy all over. like oh we have to get here on time and let me fuss with this and I just want to yell at her to STOP! just stop, go away, stop. She isn't even doing anything but the fussing about her own things even, is getting to me. Which means its probably just me being stupid. The place we are meeting people is literally under 5 minutes from our house. We have to be there at 9. Its 8:46. what the fuck lady! and everyone else is always late.
