A group was out and I’d been driving around with a friend trying to figure out food. I think we were considering Noca so this was Phoenix. It was night time and after driving though some area with a bunch of stop signs we parked in an area that looked a lot like Town & Country. We were inside some shopping area and couldn’t figure out how to get downstairs since all the escalators were going up to our level. I found a switch on the side of the escalator that would change it’s direction and waited for one that didn’t have people coming up on it so I could reverse the direction. I picked one in the middle and when I didn’t see anyone else coming up, and that’s when I saw people almost reach the top of the platform so I flipped the switch and left it in the middle position so it stopped. There was a small group behind this black lady at the top of the platform and she just kept talking and wouldn’t move out of the way. We eventually made it downstairs and out of the building. I can’t remember what happened immediately after.
We were going through termed equipment and had a bunch of backpacks in the bed of a truck. I went to grab the last one and inventory it when I noticed my old portfolio and printed lj were inside the bag. I grabbed them and then brought the bag in. We were inventorying the electronic equipment and then returning the personal belongings. There was a tall white wooden cabinet that was taller than me, and inside it had manga and other items. This was being shipped to the person who had my journal and portfolio in their bag. I was going to grab my items out of it but decided to let most of it go. So I arranged the manga inside the cabinet, grabbed a couple things I wanted to hold on to, and left the rest I thought she might enjoy. I had no idea who she was or where the things were being shipped. I just knew she was a she.
I was sent a ticket requesting a server with 60 drives in it and asked who assigned it, who spoke to the requester, and wtf they wanted a 60 drive server for since they had no idea what they were asking for. What were they planning to do with it? I yelled it out on the floor and no one was owning up to it, everyone looked confused. You looked up at me, smiled, and shoot your head then kept working on whatever you were occupied with. I walked out to the hall and sat on a couch. There was a guy with an amazing Homura tattoo on his leg. It was this huge piece where Homura was jumping in the air, facing right, and her hair was behind her like it was windy. The background was the night sky with rich colors that transitioned into warm oranges and yellows as it crackled into doily and kaleidoscope patterns like she was in a witch’s labyrinth. We were trying to figure out drinking plans after the office and Matt walked over saying he was down and requested someone hit him up about it once a decision was made, then walked away. I was contorted on the leather sofa with my feets up on the headrest, and explained I’d been sleeping shittily when I was called out on it. Then turned to sit up and accidentally kicked the guy and apologized. I leaned back to see you directly and mentioned how i burned through Madoka and wasn’t sure what to start up next. The guy got all excited and was all “Madoka?” And i said yeah, and that I noticed his tattoo. He seemed familiar because of it, and because I was trying to remember if I’d seen him earlier at Town & Country, or when we were sorting through equipment earlier and I had forgotten. I had a AA battery in one hand and a gold phone i the other, and said I remembered needing a battery and picked some up last time I was at the store, knowing I’d forget later.. but this was obviously wrong. Tee phone was much thinner than the battery and I thought I needed a coin battery. It’s like phone batteries didn’t exist in this dream. lol
I was in a nicely furnished apartment and had apparently married Harry from S&TC, but I wasn’t Charlotte, but I was. It was like some Fight Club split personality disorder, it was weird. This was super confusing because even though the apartment looked nice with its choice of fabrics, color, and upholstery, it wasn’t the huge apartment Charlotte had acquired from Trey. I went to the restroom to change and clean up and decided to put on this suit I hadn’t worn before. It was kind of fetishy and hard to describe. The bathroom was weird too, everything was all green tiled and there was a squat toilet like it was in Asia, and there was a bidet and the shower had two shower heads. My hair had been acting weird when I brushed it out and it was kind of twisting back into curls when I’d try to straighten it, and the curls got so tight they almost resembled braids but it finally started behaving. I came out and asked him what he thought of the outfit and he said he really liked it. He was unpacking and moving things around, one last thing being a bag full of pills and I wondered why he had so many prescriptions. Then I wished they were something else, idk what, but something fun, and I thought that would never happen since he was a lawyer. We walked into another room since he wanted to show me his closets. The one we walked into had a bunch of scarves in it and it reminded me of Brandon M’s collection. There were four large closets and I was all wait can I have one?! And he was all yeah, then said to hang on and walked away fora minute. I was standing there next to Charlotte and looked at the other closet over the wall saying how I liked that one cause it was painted this nice blue color with black trim, and she said no go for the one we were standing in cause it was larger, and I Said i guess we could paint this one to match and she said yes, and it would look better cause they’d all be uniform. The two closets were divided by a lower wall in the middle and each had their own entrance, bu the opposite walls were normal, and there were still two other closets to the right. The closet Charlotte and I had been standing in was almost as big as my one bedroom apartment was in north central Phoenix. Idk why my brain made me Charlotte when I’m more like Carrie, then Samantha. Anne’s more like Miranda, then Charlotte. We’ve had this discussion. *face palm*