did I eat something weird? I have been having the strangest fucking dreams lately. or maybe I'm always this messed up and only now am I remembering them for some reason.
last night's crazy:
So, the focus of my dream was going to this one apartment over and over again. I believe it was in NYC. Every time we would go there, it would be night. We had to cross a bridge, park, and then walk a long ways. This part actually reminded me of walking from Sulame's apt in Tribeca to that crazy diner where Britt and I had awesome ass BLT's and drinks in the middle of the night once over the summer. But anyway. It was maybe 4 city blocks. This apartment building looked really bad from the front. You had to enter it from the parking garage, and there was this horrible elevator that we had to take up. In addition to being quite small, it had a toilet seat and opening with water on the floor. So we were always trying not to fall into the open toilet thing. It must have been a bumpy ride. This building also featured some strange basement apartment only accessible by a separate elevator, and some crazy old lady lived there, and we kept running into her. So the first time I went to the apartment, I was with my "family," which was John and my "siblings." Also, we all seemed to like each other (strange). We were going to the apartment to meet my mom. Lots of other families were going, too, and all of the moms were already there. We were going to have a party with everyone. My family got there first, so we went to look for my mom, which meant everyone else went outside on the grassy knoll behind the building (totally out of place and pretty) where it was twilight (not totally dark, like on the way in) in order to get to the attic where they thought she was. I went outside with them, but then I just went in the main level, where I found a very shocking sight. All of the moms had gotten ahold of some old lady sexy underwear and were running around in lacey... stuff. My mom was in black. (If you've ever met my mom... yeah. wtf. on all accounts.) They were all very giddy and excited, and wanted me to join them. Just then, the front door in the entry way of this huge, gorgeous, old style apartment opens, and there are all the husbands. And boy are they pissed off when they see the wives. They get all stuffy, complaining about moral degradation, etc. They seemed to think the whole building was full of this type of stuff. But the kids convinced them to go inside anyway and shut them up. I told the moms that I definitely would not be joining them, but they had better go and change. I was then in another room in the apartment sitting on a couch between a bunch of my friends, but I don't remember who any more. I think Neil was one of them. Then, everyone went to sit at the banquet table, and I went to check on the moms, who were dishing up lunch. A very fancy lunch. Since my mom was behind the others, I helped her finish her dish, which was this ridiculous crab salad. The top part was sitting on a bed of whole iceberg lettuce leaves, with some toppings, and you could lift the whole layer of lettuce up. Underneath this, my mom was placing whole, shelled crab claws, that were, like, totally perfect and must have cost a fortune, since she had like 10-15 crabs worth. She was having a lot of trouble spreading them out evenly, and seemed convinced that not all of them were there. This led me to wish that I had swiped one and eaten it. After I arranged them for her, she put the salad on the stove to heat the crab legs, which were in an inch of water. Somehow this magically did not make the lettuce warm. Then I was trying to get the water out around the crab with a paper towel, but there was too much. Before she could serve the salad, the dream switched. I was again going to the apartment, aka, we'd just parked the car on the close side of the bride and started walking through the city. This time, I was with friends, and we were going to a crazy party. I remember showing them how to walk through the parking garage to get to the elevator, toilet and all. I'm fairly sure we all got very drunk, which made the walk back much easier (cold. brr). Then, I was going again, to the apartment, for another crazy party. This time, I was just with Rory, and when we started walking, he was complaining to me about how cold it was and saying that he should have brought a blanket. I told him that it wasn't much further, and not to worry because my dorm room (which was closer to the apartment than his) has tons of blankets. (Which it does.) I also pointed out that we would probably be so drunk on the way back to the car, that it wouldn't matter that it was cold. This then made me worry about how we were going to drive back, but I decided it would all work out. We went up the elevator and were walking down the hall towards the open door of the apartment when I noticed that the door to the next apartment was open. Right inside that door stood Alex Villanueva! (Hi!) I was rather excited, having not seen him for.. years? So I walked into his apartment to say hello. Alex replied, "What are you doing? The party's right in front of you!" And then I woke up.
Yes, it may be time to ship me off to the crazypersonshouse.
In other news, I had a nice lunch today with Susan'sGradStudent/Kayaking Daniel (one of the eight Stanford Daniels). That lucky punk gets to go home (to AUSTRALIA) for the next 5 weeks (where it's SUMMER)! Classes today sucked, but Meagan Herfkens and I passed notes and illustrations. =D
I have one class left to attend and one final that I have to sit in for. But SOO much other work to do. Always rain on my parade.
Actually, I've been in really high spirits lately and feeling quite social. It's a huge shame I have a ridiculous amount of work to do. eh.
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