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Had the weirdest dream last "night."
I was having a rough night, actually. Woke up a few times along the way. Woke up around 8am, then managed to get back to sleep. At some point, I dreamed.
I dreamt that I couldn't sleep. That I'd woken up too early and couldn't get back to sleep. Dad was there, as was Mom's cousin (who's out of town now, helping Mom's uncle). I decided to take a walk to the park. It was dark, like it was still nighttime. I thought that was odd, since it was 9am. As I walked down the street, I saw a large orange rind. Like the size of a frisbee. That didn't seem so strange at the time. I kicked it along until it got near my neighbors' trash pickup area (at the end of their driveway). I felt a little guilty leaving it there, but it wasn't mine and I figured the garbage man would get it, all the same. At least it wasn't just lying in the road. I walked on.
Turning the corner, I was on a sidewalk that doesn't exist in real life. I waited to cross the street. There were cars coming. So I lay down for a sec. There was a little girl on the corner in front of me. Suddenly, there was a shriek from across the street. I looked over. The house had big glass panels as a wall, and there was a brown-haired woman there, dressed in scanty, tight-fitting workout clothes (sports bra and gym shorts). She saw me. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, Paul." She'd thought there was someone spying on her, but she knew me as a friend. It was no one I know IRL, but in the dream I recalled that we'd met before, though I couldn't recall her name.
I crossed the street and knocked on the (glass) door. She let me in. She had black hair now, though I didn't notice the change at the time. Her skin was a rich, light brown. (Perhaps of middle eastern descent?) She was beautiful and friendly and she knew me. I remembered, though, that she had a boyfriend. Ah well. I settled in for a platonic chat. After a while, she wandered off to get ready for some family thing.
I turned around, and I was in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beansideirae's basement, which was also set us as a gym. She was dressed in an orange shirt and sweatpants. She showed me some exercise that involved somehow lifting herself up against the wall (hands on a bar belonging to something like a Total Gym, legs pressed against the wall, feet well off the floor). Then she walked off to do something else.
I turned around, and I was back in the woman's house, still in the family workout room. But nowkaylle was there, in a white shirt and casual black shorts. Her boyfriend was there, too, although he was off to the side. Kaylle had a cat with her. Not Twilight, but some orange cat (don't remember what gender it was) that nevertheless belonged to her. She showed me - amused, impressed, and somewhat mystified - that the cat liked to use the exercise equipment, too. Lying on the floor, it actually reached out with a paw, somehow grabbed a handle, and started using the machine. It did a few reps, and then Kaylle sat down on the bench and started using the machine herself. Behind her, the cat tapped its paw on the floor, apparently keeping count. Kaylle and I chatted for a little while, though I don't remember about what. I put my head down on the bench. Suddenly, it was shortly after 1pm. I looked at Kaylle, confused. It had just been 9! Then I remembered daylight savings was this weekend. I looked again. My watch and cell phone corrected themselves, now said it was after 2pm. Had I fallen asleep there? Kaylle hesitated, but sort of nodded. I left.
Outside, the woman was bent over in the grass, tying her shoes or something. She was wearing a white dress (I think it was kind of dressy casual... except that at times it was shorter, more of a long blouse, with brightly-colored shorts). She looked smaller. Her skin was paler and her hair was blonde. In the way of dreams, I didn't notice the change, just knew that it was her. Her family - parents, grandparents, siblings - waited on the sidewalk nearby, getting ready to leave for some event (the one she'd left before to get ready for). I went up to her. I reached out, but instead of tapping her on the shoulder, I patted her back. Off to the side, her grandmother laughingly pointed that out. Her father came to talk to me, cheerful and encouraging, but his words didn't make sense. I was still trying to puzzle out what he was saying when I woke up. I looked at the clock. It was 12:30.
I was having a rough night, actually. Woke up a few times along the way. Woke up around 8am, then managed to get back to sleep. At some point, I dreamed.
I dreamt that I couldn't sleep. That I'd woken up too early and couldn't get back to sleep. Dad was there, as was Mom's cousin (who's out of town now, helping Mom's uncle). I decided to take a walk to the park. It was dark, like it was still nighttime. I thought that was odd, since it was 9am. As I walked down the street, I saw a large orange rind. Like the size of a frisbee. That didn't seem so strange at the time. I kicked it along until it got near my neighbors' trash pickup area (at the end of their driveway). I felt a little guilty leaving it there, but it wasn't mine and I figured the garbage man would get it, all the same. At least it wasn't just lying in the road. I walked on.
Turning the corner, I was on a sidewalk that doesn't exist in real life. I waited to cross the street. There were cars coming. So I lay down for a sec. There was a little girl on the corner in front of me. Suddenly, there was a shriek from across the street. I looked over. The house had big glass panels as a wall, and there was a brown-haired woman there, dressed in scanty, tight-fitting workout clothes (sports bra and gym shorts). She saw me. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, Paul." She'd thought there was someone spying on her, but she knew me as a friend. It was no one I know IRL, but in the dream I recalled that we'd met before, though I couldn't recall her name.
I crossed the street and knocked on the (glass) door. She let me in. She had black hair now, though I didn't notice the change at the time. Her skin was a rich, light brown. (Perhaps of middle eastern descent?) She was beautiful and friendly and she knew me. I remembered, though, that she had a boyfriend. Ah well. I settled in for a platonic chat. After a while, she wandered off to get ready for some family thing.
I turned around, and I was in
beansideirae's basement, which was also set us as a gym. She was dressed in an orange shirt and sweatpants. She showed me some exercise that involved somehow lifting herself up against the wall (hands on a bar belonging to something like a Total Gym, legs pressed against the wall, feet well off the floor). Then she walked off to do something else.I turned around, and I was back in the woman's house, still in the family workout room. But now
kaylle was there, in a white shirt and casual black shorts. Her boyfriend was there, too, although he was off to the side. Kaylle had a cat with her. Not Twilight, but some orange cat (don't remember what gender it was) that nevertheless belonged to her. She showed me - amused, impressed, and somewhat mystified - that the cat liked to use the exercise equipment, too. Lying on the floor, it actually reached out with a paw, somehow grabbed a handle, and started using the machine. It did a few reps, and then Kaylle sat down on the bench and started using the machine herself. Behind her, the cat tapped its paw on the floor, apparently keeping count. Kaylle and I chatted for a little while, though I don't remember about what. I put my head down on the bench. Suddenly, it was shortly after 1pm. I looked at Kaylle, confused. It had just been 9! Then I remembered daylight savings was this weekend. I looked again. My watch and cell phone corrected themselves, now said it was after 2pm. Had I fallen asleep there? Kaylle hesitated, but sort of nodded. I left.Outside, the woman was bent over in the grass, tying her shoes or something. She was wearing a white dress (I think it was kind of dressy casual... except that at times it was shorter, more of a long blouse, with brightly-colored shorts). She looked smaller. Her skin was paler and her hair was blonde. In the way of dreams, I didn't notice the change, just knew that it was her. Her family - parents, grandparents, siblings - waited on the sidewalk nearby, getting ready to leave for some event (the one she'd left before to get ready for). I went up to her. I reached out, but instead of tapping her on the shoulder, I patted her back. Off to the side, her grandmother laughingly pointed that out. Her father came to talk to me, cheerful and encouraging, but his words didn't make sense. I was still trying to puzzle out what he was saying when I woke up. I looked at the clock. It was 12:30.
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