weird kitty caity
I hope that I can remember this correctly. It was just this morning, but after a full day of work it feels like ages ago.
I dreamt we were all back in Tucker, only of course it wasn't Tucker high school, that is just the closest description I can think of. Whatever it was, it was a school, there were four of us. By us, I mean an us that keeps changing people, so really it was a whole lot of people but only four at a time. I doubt that makes sense, but of course it does in a dream.
I was wearing very dark sunglasses, that were too dark to see anything clearly but it hurt my eyes to take them off. So, the whole classroom was dim. There was some talking going on, lots of talking, and weird people. The classroom became a gym, or maybe a skating rink, I am not sure which. There was this very odd fellow, rather flamboyantly dressed, that I recognized from somewhere. His face was kind of like Depp, but of course it wasn't Depp, and he was blonde and a little scraggly (almost ruffian) and wore a cape. We were exchanging names, and it seemed like he was having trouble coming up with one, so he blurted out, "Kate! I'm Kate, my name is Kate!"
So a random girl pipes in, "You can't be Kate! My name is Kate! Give me my name back, you son of a bitch!" And there is some scuffle over the name, some stuff happened, then we're all riding a special bus (not THE special bus) to school grounds, which apparently we had left at some point.
On the bus, I am looking out the window, and I see lots of random friends walking on the street, and I am tapping on the glass trying to get their attention and waving at them. "Hey that's my Liz! Oh look, and Tiago!" And then I turn to Kate sitting next to me, "Why doesn't he get off his damn cellular phone, he is always talking on that phone! Darn those mobile phones!" And it was just completely spontaneous and meaningless.
By the time I woke up, I had been of course at a PetsMart, and I think sitting in a fuzzy cat gym. I have always kind of liked those and wished I was small enough to play in them. I know, pff, weird kitty Caity.
I dreamt we were all back in Tucker, only of course it wasn't Tucker high school, that is just the closest description I can think of. Whatever it was, it was a school, there were four of us. By us, I mean an us that keeps changing people, so really it was a whole lot of people but only four at a time. I doubt that makes sense, but of course it does in a dream.
I was wearing very dark sunglasses, that were too dark to see anything clearly but it hurt my eyes to take them off. So, the whole classroom was dim. There was some talking going on, lots of talking, and weird people. The classroom became a gym, or maybe a skating rink, I am not sure which. There was this very odd fellow, rather flamboyantly dressed, that I recognized from somewhere. His face was kind of like Depp, but of course it wasn't Depp, and he was blonde and a little scraggly (almost ruffian) and wore a cape. We were exchanging names, and it seemed like he was having trouble coming up with one, so he blurted out, "Kate! I'm Kate, my name is Kate!"
So a random girl pipes in, "You can't be Kate! My name is Kate! Give me my name back, you son of a bitch!" And there is some scuffle over the name, some stuff happened, then we're all riding a special bus (not THE special bus) to school grounds, which apparently we had left at some point.
On the bus, I am looking out the window, and I see lots of random friends walking on the street, and I am tapping on the glass trying to get their attention and waving at them. "Hey that's my Liz! Oh look, and Tiago!" And then I turn to Kate sitting next to me, "Why doesn't he get off his damn cellular phone, he is always talking on that phone! Darn those mobile phones!" And it was just completely spontaneous and meaningless.
By the time I woke up, I had been of course at a PetsMart, and I think sitting in a fuzzy cat gym. I have always kind of liked those and wished I was small enough to play in them. I know, pff, weird kitty Caity.
posted by C Bridges at 1:12 AM
1 Comments:
This is Liz, at your house XD
That is a really cool dream. I wonder if the scuffle over your name (You say it isn't yours, but its connected to yours) is somehow symbolic of an identity crisis. I mean... we have this hot, cool, guy... perhaps that's one side of you, but then this other side of you is like "no, I can't be a hot, cool, guy." I donno. we've been talking a lot about gender bending lately.
The glasses bit is cool, tho I don't know what to say about it.
^_^ I'm proud to have been mentioned.
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