(NOTE: I just copied + pasted this from another source where I wrote a few of my dreams, so any incorrect tenses or anything are natural.)
At a concert (taking place in my backyard), I met the perfect guy for me, only like I didn't know it. He was kind, he was brave, had a smile I adored, and was funny (in my opinion) in his own way; he had black hair and thick-ish glasses with black frames(like a smaller version of Buddy Holly glasses. Originally I was under the 'friendly' cloud concerning this dude, but I got to wondering if he liked me because it felt so easy in his prescence, like I couldn't pretend if I tried.
Then he said "email me" and I melted. I saw in my mind the words 'Email me' turn from red to orange; his links turned orange when you put the cursor over them. I felt like we'd met online before, I'd found his website already, something like that.
With me and this Dude (who shall be referred to as Dude with a capital 'd'), it was very much like we had met before someplace, somewhere. The connection was immediately comfortable and smooth. It was like we were meeting for the first time but didn't need introductions.
By the way, most of the time at the concert (where there was no stage and no music, but it was just "supposed to be" like in a lot of dreams), I was sitting down at a shabby table with Dude kind of across from me. I remember that some other guy, whom I'll call Frank, came to sit with us; he sat beside Dude. Frank I don't have much of a recollection of. I remember that he was slim and of moderate height, and he had dark eyes and an attractive, and pale, face.
I remember late in my dream, the character Clu from So Weird was strolling in front of me. I called his name, "Clu" (which is why it was the character and not the actor), but he didn't hear me or something - he didn't seem to notice. Then he sat down next to Frank at my shabby table. Clu and Dude were friend-of-a-friend; Dude and Clu were Frank's friends, but Dude and Clu were not on familiar terms. Then I remember Clu and I coming back, along a trail close to the one we'd walked before (wherein I'd called his name and he didn't respond). We were coming back with paint or something that he was going to decorate my face with. We sat down at the shabby table, Clu to my right, and he started painting my right cheek. I was kind of worried about Clu making me pretty, and I looked to Dude and said something like, "Maybe I shouldn't. It'd be like slipping into conformity," (the painting was common and I wasn't all for the painting of my face even if it wasn't common) and Clu didn't stop painting my face immediately but did relatively soon.
Then, Clu and Frank and Dude all left the table and were in a sort of huddle for a short while. They came back and there was some talk about geeks, parties, and geek-parties. Clu said that he was having a geek-party tonight and described it a little.
Then I was in my bathroom, supposed to be the site of the geek-party. There were many tall piles of wet towels, and I noticed when I stepped into the shower (where there were two more piles of wet towels, but slightly smaller) that they (the towels) were covered with bugs. They had stingers, which I thought of as the equivalent to drugs that are injected. Not like they had whated the bugs there, but that the bugs had been the cause of their death. And the bugs were dead, too, so, you know, yuck. But I didn't see any human bodies to prove that they were dead. I did see one of the dead bugs on my bare foot, and freaked out, though not as much as I'd thought I would. I remember thinking, "This is what killed you. You're all dead!" semi-melodramatically. At the end of my dream, I was operating/acting-like-I-was-on-the-cooking-channel. I was "operating" or whatever on one of the dead bugs' stomach or something. Very gross; very ew. I had to wake up then (by then I knew that I was dreaming).
- Watched last night's Witchblade twice
- Watched Rocky Horror Picture Show
- Read about Balance Partners on Crystalinks last night
- My house is one of the most annoying places becuz of bugs : moths and young flies. The young flies are on wet towels around the kitchen sink and in the shower.