Kitchen Wars

I was walking down stairs in this house… so much beige, and I saw Jessica walking up in some of the smexiest metallic blue with black trim lingerie on, and she’s due in January and can still pull it off.  I was in a super soft long gray blue jersey chemise and a really light flowy robe I left open.  I kind of want to see if I can find these things shopping online now, they were damn comfortable.  I went into the kitchen to warm up leftovers, it was pretty obvious I was at a friend’s house (just not sure which one), but it’s the kind of friend where you walk into their place and say “I’m here to eat your food and steal the love of your pets.”  This guy walked up and was making comments about food so I grabbed another plate and pulled out more stuff from the fridge and told him I’d be out in a couple minutes.  There were a few people over.  Then some other guy came in, grabbed a plate, and set it down right next to what I was working on and was in my way when there was plenty of counter space to the left, so I asked him to move, and he was joking around acting like he wasn’t in the way and then I told him to fucking back off and get out of my way, because he could have waited a couple minutes, he didn’t come in for these things before me, or after me, so he could just get the fuck out of my way, and he walked out. Yay me.

Everyone was watching some movie and I was cuddled up with Lisa.  I had to go somewhere but when the movie ended its sequel was starting and I was all uhhh.  It was some black and white film following Hitler, like if reality TV existed back then.  It was him cooking and talking and going about his business like a normal person who never did anything terrible and I kept trying to figure out why this was off in the dream.  Then I went somewhere and this lady was sitting in a chair on a small stage reading from a huge book to a crowd.  It was ornate and had this pretty gold leaf filigree stuff going on around it.  I know there’s stuff after this but other than going to parking garage I can’t remember.

 

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