I was outside in the park by the pool where the benches and shuffleboard was. There was a group of kids playing a game and it was kind of done as a race. There was some other game, more like a social experiement, these other guys were playing, approaching people and talking to them in different languages.
Inside this dim lit tavern there were these tables lined up in long rows and benches. Lindsay was sitting next to me and we were all waiting, watching something on the TVs mounted on the walls. We were goth’d out. I noticed a girl down the rows of tables to the left in red vinyl and made a comment about how it all looked the same. It wasn’t that dark red vinyl, it was the bright red vinyl that usually has the black trim around the collars and sleeves regardless of how the piece was cut. I mentioned how if you got two pieces and wore them together it’d look like one piece and would look terrible. We were waiting for something but I can’t remember what.
There was some game and everyone was happy about a hometown win. There was a banf playing out on the grass and I can’t remember this part.
I had people over at the house I grew up in. The sliding glass door into the kitchen and the hall downstairs were very accurate. It was nighttime and I was sitting in the kitchen next to this guy talking about random stuff, he had long hair so I think it was Shale. Another chick was sitting on my other side. We were discussing people we’d known and he was hesitant to compare since he had a lot of exes in the scene. I asked how long he’d been here and he said 10 years. I mentioned how I’d been in Phoenix over 20. The house we were sitting in we moved into in 1992. (It was 93 irl) and I considered myself a native.
I heard loud music coming from outside and got up to check on it. I opened the gate outback to see someone working on something inside my dad’s truck (except it was way bigger than his f150 was) and despite having these fat headphones on this terrible rap music was blaring. I couldn’t find the steps under the door so I just found somewhere to stand on and climbed up to get him to roll down the driver side window. I explained I didn’t care except it was night and the next door neighbor, the elderly lady with the red sedan, you see that light that’s on to the left? She’d put in a noise complaint, so could you turn it down? He did. I went back inside.
This other guy was there dressed like he was on Game of Thrones, or Reign, there was this whole goth/SCA/Renaissance festival/period clothing thing going on and it was done very well. The layout of the house was like Karl’s, he was head of an SCA household I can’t remember the name of buy he didn’t make an appearance in the dream. So we’ll dressed dude in this house was kind of bring an ass. I went around the corner from the kitchen to the bathroom where there were magazines and documents in stacks on the tile floor to look for something. My dad came back except it was someone else. He’d been away working on projects involving design and consultation for the earlier mentioned event. I think some coding might have been involved. And it was weird, this guy was only twenty-something years older than me and was taller and had long brown hair I mean like bottom of the shoulder blade long and was also well dressed like he was involved in the scene. Like the prince from Beauty and The Beast when he’s human, in his late 40’s – early 50’s, in badass garb, walking in like he’s head of the vampire coven or something. Its like I was his gothic legacy, like I’d be in some role later with this group. I’m just fascinated my brain made this my father figure, and when he came in the dude in my house from before changed attitudes very quickly and kept calling him sir and offered to get him a drink so he didn’t have to get up and whatever. I went upstairs.
I was sitting at the computer scrolling through all the pics from this goth Dickens like festival. It wasn’t tied down to just Victorian style or anything. There were fun postars made for the event and I saw pictures of friends I hadn’t seen in a very long time. You’d made it to this event to take pictures and captured a lot of friends I knew without even realizing it. I was reading some other page and your words mentioned how you’d stare at a terminal, looking at the blinking cursor in the black void and think of how we were in two different cities just looking at that blinking cursor, pausing before typing something. There was some metaphorical comment about looking down at the desk and seeing the message in the webs left by Charlotte herself. It was a very lonely message.
A group came by to say hello and this lady mentioned now I’d know what they look like in noral mundane clothing. We were at some convention while everyone was taking their booths down and packing up. I saw this girl I’d been talking to previously online and asked if she was going to Bats day, or if she was going to Disneyland any other time in the future and said I’d try to join her. I was back in my room under my desk grabbing a couple things before I left and that was it.