Dreams and blackouts

[smokingboot]

OK, I am not at all well. Called in sick this morning, have spent all day asleep, but will be working from 2 til 6.

In my dream it was 1.30 and I decided to go for a quick walk. Somehow I found myself in a bustling town centre, working out how to get more money out. It was then that I realised that my money, papers, purse and handbag were all in different places - some of these where I had been sitting earlier; I ran back to find the missing bits. A girl was sitting there. She helped me put everything together, including something I had forgotten, a purse I had not opened, with an address on it that wasn't mine. I recalled I meant to give this to the owner, but couldn't remember where to find them once I had finished my shift.

A fragment with a good friend. She had brought a man she had once dated back to her room. I was trying to pack quickly and doing it very badly. I blacked out and found myself among a lot of women preparing for something. There was a matriarchal figure there, bossing us all around, getting us ready for something. A chamber we had to enter down many flights of stairs, but because of some tradition, we kept stopping every so many stairs until she nodded and touched the wall. Then we could move on. I was shuffling my feet and getting exasperated, I was sure I was already late for my shift.

Then I finally made it to the room - nothing special, just shower cubicles and bathroom stuff - when the matriarch told me I could not go anywhere for 11 hours. She told me to prepare myself, she was going to try and change the cave they were giving me. I dressed myself up and approached a whole bunch of rich people. In my hand was a complex tray full of honey and tiny bread roll type things. I had to break the bread, or serve it whole, whatever looked prettier, dunk it in the honey and put it in their mouths. I started to do this, but even though I was a servant, it was all very casual and they fed alcohol into my mouth. A man I desired called me over to serve him, and I went, to the sound of raucous jokes from the others saying now I would feed him and everyone else would go hungry all night.

On the way over, I met unpleasant men who tried to rape me. Some music was playing. I was fighting and winning, when a man I have no time for at all (sans lj, let us just say he puts the Big in Bigotry) appeared and I expected him to join them. My thought was, 'I'll kill them and you if you like,' but I blacked out again.

When I woke, he was holding me up very respectfully. Three days had passed. I thanked him for helping me defeat the men, and I burst into tears. He said I had the best of them long before he arrived, that since then I had joined the party and had managed to insult nyarbaggytep(may that never happen) and someone called Erica. I explained I could not remember anything since the fight. We both agreed I had probably missed my shift and I woke up in time for my work. Which begins right now.