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Tuesday, April 01, 2003 @ 10:01 AM
Okay, the dream I had last night went something like this:
Dan, a new friend of his named Tiana, and I were all on our way to some kind of old garage that had been turned into an impromptu brothel. Dan was really psyched about going, and Tiana and I were going to wait outside for him. Now, because my subconscious really likes to fuck with me, the brothel was run by my roommate, Danielle, and the two people "working" there were Mike from my English class and Josh. I won't even go into what's wrong with this picture. So, Dan goes in, and Tiana - who I had never met until this day - and I sit outside, and are talking. And I'm loud, like, really loud, but I don't realize it until Dan comes out, pays Danielle, and we start to walk away. And Dan and I had a conversation that went along the lines of,
ME: "Was something wrong?"
DAN: "Not in the technical sense..."
ME: "Then why do you look weirded out?"
DAN: "Nothing, just... I could hear you."
ME: "Oh, God. I ruined everything."
DAN: "Well... That depends on how you look at it, I guess."
So, we all go back to Dan's place, which is now bigger and his roommate isn't Jeff, it's the young guy from Dinner with Friends who we saw waiting for tickets to Rent. Josh is there, too, but now he's wearing a baseball cap and a sweater and his name is something else. There are other people in the room who I don't really remember. And apparently the new roommate - the guy from Dinner with Friends - and I have a history of some kind. I'm not exactly sure, but something is going on. And instead of just letting it lie, I'm pestering him about it. Not even because of anything personal, but because he has really generalized, stereotyped opinions about women. So, I'm just bugging and bugging him, and he's being a jackass, and then I say something to Tiana about how "those two just prove the only good guys are the gay ones."
And she's like, "Dan's gay?" Because apparently, nothing up until then had, you know, tipped her off. Anyway, she freaked out on all of us and ran screaming from the room. And I was like, "That was weird." And Dan was like, "Kellie, how could you? She was my best friend." And then Julie came by just in time to hear that, and said, all ghetto-like, "Don't be hatin'." And then she invited me to a party at her friend Lynn's house. And I said that I'd go, and I followed her out, because I wanted to take a walk. Julie told me she was dropping out of school to be a full-time lifeguard. And then we went our separate ways in front of my building, both on foot. I got only a few feet when I was attacked by a swarm of bees, which is the last thing I remember.
But what's really weird... Is that everything in the dream makes a strange kind of sense to me, like I know exactly what it's trying to tell me.
Except for Mike and Josh working in a gay brothel. That's just fucked up.
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