Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2003-12-19 01:52 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-12-19 01:52 pm
Dreams...
I had bizarre, confused dreams. The first bits -- ah, they return.
It was the universe of a massively metroplexed UAF, and I was in the apartments that used to be the lower campus dorms. They were vastly insecure. My ex told me that he was going to show up, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania (and maybe sithjawa) and I lay in wait for him. I was fairly skittish, but we were angry and well-armed with clonky things.
Then, I was in line at a thrift store, and I happened upon a family that I knew from back home. There was something going on with everyone wearing fantastically beaded costumes (satin, with clear seed beads and colored thread -- simply amazing) but it wasn't costumes, it was what I was wearing. The family was father, mother, daughter, son. (swallowtayle: it was Mr. " 'Cetera 'cetera 'cetera 'cetera" the magician, and his family.) The father began pontificating on the moral dangers of bisexuality, and how his daughter had renounced her evil ways (out of the dream, I think she's actually straight, at least, I never knew her to be anything but heterosexually inclined, and then she's married to a guy) but someone had gotten to his son while his son was still developing, and his son was not straight.
The son in question blushed and fiddled with his dress-up clothes that he was buying. The father pontificated on about someone having given him access to girly clothes while he was developing, and I felt guilty and angry, because I had been the one, and it hadn't been a bad thing. The father kept on with it, and I grew so angry that I bit his nose.
And that was the end of the dream.
It was the universe of a massively metroplexed UAF, and I was in the apartments that used to be the lower campus dorms. They were vastly insecure. My ex told me that he was going to show up, and
votania (and maybe sithjawa) and I lay in wait for him. I was fairly skittish, but we were angry and well-armed with clonky things. Then, I was in line at a thrift store, and I happened upon a family that I knew from back home. There was something going on with everyone wearing fantastically beaded costumes (satin, with clear seed beads and colored thread -- simply amazing) but it wasn't costumes, it was what I was wearing. The family was father, mother, daughter, son. (
swallowtayle: it was Mr. " 'Cetera 'cetera 'cetera 'cetera" the magician, and his family.) The father began pontificating on the moral dangers of bisexuality, and how his daughter had renounced her evil ways (out of the dream, I think she's actually straight, at least, I never knew her to be anything but heterosexually inclined, and then she's married to a guy) but someone had gotten to his son while his son was still developing, and his son was not straight. The son in question blushed and fiddled with his dress-up clothes that he was buying. The father pontificated on about someone having given him access to girly clothes while he was developing, and I felt guilty and angry, because I had been the one, and it hadn't been a bad thing. The father kept on with it, and I grew so angry that I bit his nose.
And that was the end of the dream.
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Things that go *CLONK* in the night:
Donkey Slash Nights
Kinky Flash Sprites
Bonky Lash Bites
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