For once I felt I dreamed about something so left field it was worth writing.. instead of the ones being so left field I shouldn’t even try the last week. A lot of the dreams from last night/ this morning are fading fast since I spent some time half awake lying there going wtf. I think I was trying with Sorg again, even though we were awkward and I’d avoided him like an asshat. We were in some office space and then in the back of a cab with a group going somewhere. He was playing with an ipod or something and his arm was around me, I know there was more but I can’t remember.
It was in the evening and I walked up to some restaurant to meet some friends who were sitting outside. Pete from PP was in my dream and Violet showed up and was being weird. Then she left, then we were leaving and talking and he said he was surprised to run into her there. I guess she just showed up and wasn’t actually invited. We were sitting in my car talking when he pulled me to sit on his lap and his hand was on my hip. The car shifted into reverse and I yelled to hit the break and turned the wheel so we didn’t hit anything in the garage. Then I stopped somewhere to grab a couple belongings. There was some other part where I was traveling through these sand dunes that went on forever and stopped at this little building in the middle of nowhere. I was trying to figure out if we should turn back or keep going forward, either end was supposed to come out around McClintock like the path was a huge loop but turning back around would have taken longer. I noticed a bunch of pill bottles in a cabinet, like they were there for an an emergency stash but they still had my information on them so I looked for a fat sharpie to black everything out. I couldn’t find one so I grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the bottles. Then I looked around and noticed a green dress on a hanger that belonged to me. I grabbed it and started grabbing a couple other dresses I’d left there previously, and a few heels that were on the ground by a bench I’d forgotten existed. There was an old CRT TV on a table playing some video that was recorded years ago. It was Josh before we met, on a stage covered in blood, a lot of it was dried but more was running down his hands. There were other people covered in blood and it looked chaotic. I wasn’t sure what was going on, like if it was supposed to be like Bloodfest that happens in Phoenix every October.. or some other thing. I kept watching and present day Josh was kind of being a dick to past Josh. Someone came into the room while I was picking up my shoes and was arguing with some woman in another room about who we were and what we were doing there. I left and ended up in some other building with Simon. He’d come back from some tournament overseas, we were eating pie out of a box and another chick in the scene sat at the table across from me excited about some event. She said how she never went because she didn’t know going to places alone, or where she wouldn’t know anyone. But since she was invited she’d go. I was all… you know me. We could go do these things. And I woke up…