I’ve noticed the more sleep deprived I get, the worse the dreams are. Just went through the worst oncall of my life. Anyway, had some dream I was in the same office as you but wasn’t sure if I was just visiting you, or had come unannounced, or was summoned… like I have no idea what got me there. You were dealing with a thing, god knows what, and Anna spotted me so she decided to walk over and start chatting. We talked shop of all things, and it was kind of normal-ish, and then someone I knew (I guess in the dream?) came up in the topic because of their influence on something industry related and then you came over to say hi. A small group of us left the office space to go somewhere (everythings fuzzy and vague) and I’m phasing in and out of the conversation while looking out the window in the car, then something she said pulled my attention back into the conversation and she was talking about some very fetishy stuff in graphic detail and what gets her off, and what was being described sounded like massive amounts of blood but was described as gushing orange liquid. What? Did my brain autofill LCL without actually saying it? She continued to talk about something that she was just reading about earlier in the morning and how the sheets were in the wash now. It was so fucking weird. The car stopped at a yield sign instead of stop sign, or it was a stop sign and we stopped for longer than we should have Idk, and a couple people got out of the car to look at something outside since the sun had just gone down. I decided to get out and go elsewhere, and ended up in some other car in the front passenger seat with two other people in the back. The car was moving so I hopped into the drivers seat to take over and we ended up at some building that seemed like a medical center at first but then seemed like some residence (Idk if it was related to anything medical or not), but that’s it, weird.
I think I know what triggered at least the start of this dream. Yesterday at TBM when I was walking to the line to get in I saw an Asian chick wearing a purple vest, glasses, and her hair was tied back and she vaguely reminded me of Anna from a distance. Some tall guy was walking beside her on the outside of the sidewalk and I couldn’t see his face yet since there was stuff in the way and I couldn’t see above his chest yet. I started to panic inside, I know you both went to TBM in SF when I saw them in LV, and I just thought, nooo…. that’s not why I haven’t heard from you in a while, you’re swamped with responsibilities as usual, you’d never come up to Seattle just to see TBM, let alone unannounced to a venue you know I’d be at… with Anna. And as they got closer I saw her face and realized it wasn’t her, and then I saw him and it wasn’t you. So I turned around and kept walking to where I was going since Sabrina had just arrived. To be fair, that vest and the rest of her outfit is so something Anna would have worn, I’ve seen her on camera at work enough to know.
Other than that surreal moment, the nightmare of my recent oncall, and the physical pain that’s induced, the night was amazing and I’m glad we made it to the show, because I wasn’t sure we would with how yesterday went.