There was a party at Darkside's, and I was there. It was loud, noisy, drunken, and Darkside was nowhere in sight. When his parents showed up they cleared everyone out but me: I tapped on Darkside's door, and he opened it, and I spent time with him.
There was bizarre and confusing dreamage involving my elementary school, a fire or fire drill there, and somehow we got on a bus and went into a weird thing that was sort of an arcade, carnival, and/or amusement park, and then there were people chasing us, and we took refuge in the dorms, and the nurse wouldn't let us talk to Darkside because he was asleep, but then he woke up and saw us and we could see him grin even through the nasty medical headpiece and then I came in and sat by him. He'd felt something like invisible spiders putting eight stitches down the back of his neck, and I ran my finger down and could feel them too, and he took all the medical gear out of his mouth and we talked. And then we kissed. And then I could see into his thoughts, and I was Francine, and the syrupy duties of a husband were not to his taste at all: he heard funeral music. But Francine was not what I wanted to be: I'm me. And I'm pretty sure I let him know that I just wanted us to be us, only closer. Like we were then. And then we were driving home, and I lived in a big palace all made out of candy, and that was funny.
There was bizarre and confusing dreamage involving my elementary school, a fire or fire drill there, and somehow we got on a bus and went into a weird thing that was sort of an arcade, carnival, and/or amusement park, and then there were people chasing us, and we took refuge in the dorms, and the nurse wouldn't let us talk to Darkside because he was asleep, but then he woke up and saw us and we could see him grin even through the nasty medical headpiece and then I came in and sat by him. He'd felt something like invisible spiders putting eight stitches down the back of his neck, and I ran my finger down and could feel them too, and he took all the medical gear out of his mouth and we talked. And then we kissed. And then I could see into his thoughts, and I was Francine, and the syrupy duties of a husband were not to his taste at all: he heard funeral music. But Francine was not what I wanted to be: I'm me. And I'm pretty sure I let him know that I just wanted us to be us, only closer. Like we were then. And then we were driving home, and I lived in a big palace all made out of candy, and that was funny.