Party dream
Sep. 30th, 2024 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootA jumble, full of bizarre bits and pieces. This was not the subconscious giving me prods, none of that strange sharp clarity. This was, I suspect, all about digestion.
A big high school reunion type party, including someone with whom I had a near-but-never-quite romance. We were chatting by some lockers or something, and in came another person from the same time. She looked at us with a slightly spiteful expression and said something about going so that she could leave us 'just as we were.' Then she turned and went, and we both noticed her bottom fully exposed. Her buttocks seemed to have some kind of talismanic sigils/labyrinths on them in red, as if she had sat on hot plates which imprinted her bum. It was all a bit baboon and I was going to say something when my companion told me not to.
'Let her find out for herself,' he said, without saying anything, his smile a bit mischievous.
We left her to it and spoke for a while without really having much to say, then I went to find other mates, one of whom was wearing a pair of joke boobs in his costume as Baphomet. He had a long twiddly-threaded beard the like of which he's never sported in real life. Then I was on stage, forgetting not only my lines but even the play I was in. It wasn't disastrous or humiliating, just a reminder that I have to keep my eye on the ball or I must relax and not need to, I can't be half way.
But in any case it was one hell of a party.
A big high school reunion type party, including someone with whom I had a near-but-never-quite romance. We were chatting by some lockers or something, and in came another person from the same time. She looked at us with a slightly spiteful expression and said something about going so that she could leave us 'just as we were.' Then she turned and went, and we both noticed her bottom fully exposed. Her buttocks seemed to have some kind of talismanic sigils/labyrinths on them in red, as if she had sat on hot plates which imprinted her bum. It was all a bit baboon and I was going to say something when my companion told me not to.
'Let her find out for herself,' he said, without saying anything, his smile a bit mischievous.
We left her to it and spoke for a while without really having much to say, then I went to find other mates, one of whom was wearing a pair of joke boobs in his costume as Baphomet. He had a long twiddly-threaded beard the like of which he's never sported in real life. Then I was on stage, forgetting not only my lines but even the play I was in. It wasn't disastrous or humiliating, just a reminder that I have to keep my eye on the ball or I must relax and not need to, I can't be half way.
But in any case it was one hell of a party.
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Date: 2024-09-30 04:31 pm (UTC)Jeez, why do I never dream about people cosplaying Baphomet? Though the play where I don't know my lines is a classic anxiety oldie of mine, replaced these days by not being able to use my phone because the numbers are missing from the keypad.
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Date: 2024-10-01 01:08 pm (UTC)Interesting about numbers missing from the keypad. I haven't had many phone dreams, but when I do, they are usually about a message I can't decipher or missing hundreds of messages from a necessary person and not being able to phone back.