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Britni: “I had a dream last night that I modeled with one of my favorite fetish models.
So that was cool.”
Fuchsia: “I’ve been dreaming about Abelton every night. How sad is that?”
Anjie: “I just woke up from the most horrific God awful dream I have ever had in my life. Waking up and being out of breath and crying is not something I ever want to experience again let alone the dream. It’s not something I want to face and refuse to face for many many more years. I can only hope it was just another crazy pregnancy dream but I have had in the past where I have dreamed of bad things and those bad things came to be and there is nothing I can do to prevent them because they aren’t my doing. Mother nature’s doing I guess you could say. Given the circumstances of everything that has happened in the last few months I’m absolutely terrified that it was more than just another pregnancy dream. I don’t know what significance September 20th ,2016 has but it will be a day I fear tremendously.”
Pillow forts
I guess I was at home only the layout was way different and roomier. We’d been talking about a bunch of random stuff and I was kind of in my own little world? Laying on my tummy on the floor, black hair in my face (my dreams haven’t adjusted to the lighter hair yet). You moved my hair out of my face to kiss me and it made me happy but I was all awkward. It was late, we had a bunch of fluffy blankets on the ground like a pillow fort and a futon in front of the tv. New Archer was going to come on and you said oh then you could rest for now and rolled to face away from the light from the tv. I went to cuddle you then thought I should go upstairs and find pjs. I also thought what if mom came home early, they’d left for the summer. We already killed the lights so I’d pull the covers above us, she’d think its just me and go upstairs. I never knew what day she’d return from San Diego.
When I scooted close to put my arm around him I looked up and thought wow, he really is the most gorgeous individual I’ve ever met. It’s everything, it’s more than the superficial, it’s his mind, what he thinks, his preferences. It’s what we’ve gotten right, what we’ve done wrong, our flaws, our histories, what we’ve made it through, all these things that make us who we are. That’s what makes us as individuals amazing. Even in dreams one internal, silent little wow encompasses all that. Even when I move forward with reality, my dreams struggle to let go, instead they hold on as tight as possible, fighting my will to adjust. 2014 was celibate up until a one night stand with a friend, and celibate through the end of the year until I fell into some unintentional monogamy. I think that’s warped me, made it a little harder, but even in dreams I think the world of him. That’s cool but, just chill brain. It’s so weird, in dreams I know, I don’t know, but I know it’s like I could blink and he’s gone. It’s almost like an abandonment fear. I’ve never had abandonment issues in my life, with anyone. It’s usually been me who walked and I’ve always been very up front about doing it.
Later in the dream I went upstairs to go through my closet and saw a bunch of stuff hanging up I didn’t recognize only to realize later they came with other things. The room was wrecked and I was trying to figure out what happened. There were pins on the bed with a card from Aaron which freaked me out. I thought about moving to San Francisco, I could make it there, find another company, I wasn’t sure what I was trying to prove or who I was trying to prove it to, but I think it was to myself, cause I’m dumb. I have dumb moments. Then I was in some store and these kids rushed by. I walked out to the street and was with Angela going over pics from a previous trip where the streets were flooded and we were there and there were other random pics I can’t remember. We were near union square. I walked into a market and there were all kinds of random foods. I was walking through an aisle to find someone I was with and this lady I’m passing points out this display with a bunch of tea, I said it’s not what I’m looking for thinking mint tea doesn’t sound bad. I look at it and it’s spearmint. I feel like an asshole. Then I think that’s not what I want though…so am I thinking peppermint?
I heard the loud one exclaim down the hall you’d be back in a week yesterday. He sounded excited.
My brain is screwing dates up
I somehow got confused into thinking April 4th was my birthday and was sad no one said anything on fb or irl. I was upstairs at my former roommate’s house (but it was the house I grew up in) showering and trying to get cute and remembered wanting to show you Postinos or La Grande Orange so I texted asking if you had a couple hours free. I knew you’d just gotten back and it was a long shot but I decided to ask anyway.
Knives and eyes
I had this terrible dream I was going in for surgery on my left eye. I had to be awake for it and they were cutting below the eye, like above my cheekbone to get to the nerve or something.
When I was driving to work this morning I remembered there was an earlier dream with a lot of snow, a lot of people were snowboarding because everything was covered and I almost fell off the shoulder of the road down a cliff. Wtf brain.
Puffy stars
I was sitting on a bench next to mom in the park in the middle of the neighborhood I grew up in. There were people playing basketball, shuffleboard, soccer way on the other side of the field, and beer pong off to the side. You came to visit, I think I extended an invitation. I was wearing warm gray slacks and a vest, and this badass burgundy silk tie, like rich burgundy, idk why this color stood out in my dream. I can’t even remember the color of my shirt. You had this WWII German style coat, it reminded me of the 2004 Achtung Playtime line Lip Service did except different and it was the dark red vinyl. Anyway, I thought it was funny we matched without coordinating. Mom was falling asleep and I txted you I was taking her inside. I came back and you were dressed casually in a white shirt and when I walked up you said you got the text.
I said I’d rather go to a movie or spend the night cuddling on the floor. Then I was sitting on the floor in pajamas getting frustrated on a Super Mario level after losing Yoshi and getting bit by a sleeping fish so I turned off the game. You’d gotten up and I followed almost tripping on the carpet.. really tripping on nothing cause I’m good at that. I asked where you were going and you were about to tell me but I kept kissing you and opened the top half of your robe and kept kissing down your chest. I appreciate how the look on your face went from being a little thrown off to a devious smile. I paused because I remembered asking you a question and thought it was rude to interrupt, you walked backwards while holding me close until you were sitting on a sofa. We hadn’t stopped kissing the entire way.
I woke up and wanted to tell you you visited so I grabbed lined paper and a purple ball point pen to get it down then woke up again. I folded these puffy origami stars and later looked out the window to see them in the night sky. They were huge and there was a red star by the moon. I tried to get a picture but had issues turning the flash off and when I figured it out the sun had come up and it was cloudy. Lame.
Bekah
Random dream a bunch of friends were getting ready for fetish ball inside a hotel room at the Ramada where the after parties are held. I was having issues undoing knots in the ribbons on the back of my dress. I brought my black and red vinyl gown, the one from lip service that’s 4 lbs of vinyl. One of the ladies helped me out and cinched me in. There was some other part where I was resting in bed and Nicola was either asleep or pretending to be asleep and she.. was cuddling aggressively? I don’t know how else to put this. Kevin was looking for a razer and I mentioned having some at home, and home being 15 minutes away. Then I remembered I didn’t live in east Phoenix anymore and was trying to figure out where home was.
In this other dream Bekah and I were kissing and rolling around in bed when she pulled me on top of her and pulled my face closer to hers to kiss me sweetly. It was dark and gradually getting lighter so it seemed like it was around sunrise. I pulled her hair and whispered something in her ear (can’t remember) and heard her gasp, I kissed her all over and we were twitchy and it was fun.
Wasting away
I had some really weird dream early this morning. This guy came in and was just off, he had long grey fluffy hair, flowery shirt, and was walking on all fours backwards like the Exorcist. We had an impossible language barrier.. Jimmy had mentioned it previously and was hoping I could help. He said a word and Jimmy held up a shirt and he said yes and pointed and laughed. Then there was something else. Then he asked hay yin and yang? I didn’t know how to explain it but tried man and woman by saying yin and pointing to myself and yang then pointing to Jimmy.
There was one this afternoon where a couple girls and I climbed up this ladder which lead to a small door. It took a while to get it to open, then one of the girls climbed inside, and we yelled for her to come back. She was gone for a while. I was holding her dog in one arm, he was a little white mop dog. He started barking then jumped in after her. A minute later we heard screaming and barking, but it was so dark in there, the other girl and I couldn’t see anything.
There were many others I can’t remember. Why the !@#$ is everyone bringing up Japan and Japanese stuff? I’m talking with my friend online and he’s drinking Asahi, Sahar posts online about starting wedding plans and a honeymoon in Japan, it’s been like this all week. I keep thinking maybe it’s just more noticeable right now, or maybe it’s so integrated with my friends because we’re all nerds and a lot of Japanese pop culture has been steadily flowing in for years. With the exception of meds, and lunch downstairs, I slept the entire day and woke up when the sun went down. This feels like my old schedule, and I feel like I wasted the entire day even if it was for “recovery.” I’m still a little mad about it, after months without antibiotics, and hoping my immune system could kick this on its own, I had to get assistance. It’s been about two weeks now. Sleeping the entire day away was my life a couple years ago, it’s familiar and it bothers me. I don’t want to go back to that. It was like being Saya, sleeping forever, waiting to get out of the casket.
Sage: “Had a dream that the earth got hit with a massive solar flare that knocked out electricity and cell signal and. caused a heat wave so bad that the ice caps melted. People died … Cars didn’t work… Riots broke out. I am Glad it was just a dream and hope it stays that way.”
Russ: “Uugghh horrible LONG dream last night that i was back working in relay. I kept fucking up the call so bad that the guy on the line finally got so frustrated that he committed suicide by hanging himself. And i was like YES fucking call is finally over! But then they had me call 911 afterwards and i was like godDAMNit!!”
Snow
I’ve never woken up to so much snow before, and I know I can appreciate it in 37 degree weather instead of somewhere like back east where the cold would be unbearable. My mountains were covered in snow. Yesterday I said my heart had been breaking ever so slowly and asked if there would be better days. Quite a few friends assured me there would be. I was told “you have too beautiful of a heart for it to ever be allowed to break.” That almost made me cry. Anyway, this was like waking up to a love letter from the universe. All I could see was snow and fog, and the clouds for miles kissing the earth. It was like being in a city in the sky.
The sun and the moon
Protected: Dear Joshua,
I miss K-Town
I was sitting at my desk and you caught me by surprise, saying good bye. I squeaked out a bye, and then you peeked back in the doorway smiling to see if I still had a ridiculous expression and if my heart was still beating like a rabbit’s. When I saw the smile on your face I realized ohh, he’s “leaving” but I know better, and said “bye” again a couple times.
There was this demanding lady expecting so much equipment for her title, pretty much everything they get plus an ipad and some other crazy stuff. She was going to need a cabinet to get it all out. And I was going through the buildings and they were huge, I misplaced my bag and needed to find it and thought if I walked out someone up front would know where it’s at, these buildings were huge, like Asian market huge. Then I was sitting on a nearly empty school bus with Jade and her brother. We were going south looking out the window at this epic park that was pirate themed with ships and flags, swings, other stuff you’d see at a large park. I said why don’t we figure out something to eat, then we can come back to the park for a little bit before I take you guys home and they were all for it. We were going down these windy roads, the grid was gone. We got turned around in this huge lot and I saw a bunch of Korean and Chinese lettering, and another building with Korean lettering and the Mexican flag and went omg, this is a huge Korean Mexican market, it’s a fusion market the size of the Assi Market in Korea Town!!! (which I recently found out closed irl). It was like being in CA again with the trees and grass, and the roads getting narrow, all the shops and things I wanted to check out and explore later. I had to try and remember the name of at least one of these shops so I could Yelp or Google map them later. The roads going south reminded me of NorCal but the places we ended up were so K-Town.
When we got there we had to take this lift up to the second floor, it was like riding a ski lift and when I was all the way up some Shiseido cosmetic cotton fell out of my bag, and I couldn’t save it from falling, lost my balance, and was pushing myself against a wall, trying to keep myself from falling to the bottom floor. This place was pretty, there was so much red everywhere, not the bright obnoxious red, the deep almost burgundy stained wood red, and gold trim accents. The place was huge, there was a little bridge, and trees with flowers. There were lanterns. I was about to fall and was freaking out and someone came and grabbed me. I went to the restaurant my party was going to, opened this huge red door, and started yelling at this one guy since they kept walking instead of helping me. Then took the lift back down but couldn’t find what I dropped. My phone was acting stupid so I called Verizon, who is my personal carrier irl, and the dude pissed me off so I said you know what, I’m gonna hang up on you and call my account exec and hung up. When I got to the top I was lead upstairs again to another suite and was left with this lady. The floor had all these cushy mats and she grabbed my foot and started um, doing stuff with some machine and sudsy stuff, I tried saying a couple things in Korean and in some super heavy accent she asked if I spoke Korean, I responded “jogum.” She was all ahhh, and made a comment on how I have words but I’m scattered on the language, and her accent got better and she became way more understandable as we interacted.
I can’t remember how I got there, cause dreams like to blip, but I was standing in a kitchen rinsing out bleach from my jet black hair, and the smell was burning my eyes. I dumped purple die over it then realized I effed up because I didn’t have my hair stylist bleach my roots again and even though it wasn’t store bought dye, like it came from a legit shop where you need a license, the order I did everything in was off.
Then I woke up. The end.
Protected: I’ve seen this kind of
Katherine’s Dream
“So, last night I had a dream that I explored a giant old abandoned mansion. It may have been located in Leland, IL; which any of my fellow past Lelanders will know, that’s quite impossible. But anyway… I’m fuzzy on the details, but I know that I befriend a little girl I found there, an onryō… She was able to have a cute innocent little girl form generally, but her onryō form was deeply terrifying. So… for whatever reason I wanted to be her friend and I had a somewhat protective nature about it; I kind of wanted to take care of her… But at the same time, I was walking on eggshells, terrified of pissing her off. I must say I have a good idea of what all of this symbolizes…”
Hiding behind masks
The smart one and I were leaving the office talking and he said not to mention it to anyone and shows me this screen listing thousands of dollars, he looked really proud of it, and I joked MGM was up the street. We passed a park and he placed his backpack on a table to go down a slide but it had a bunch of things like sweaters and pillows stored on it. We kept walling and sat at this bench, Ralph sat next to him and Jimmy sat next to me. I took a phone call and it was John confirming I was coming over for dinner. I was trying to verify where he was and it seemed like an hours drive west like he was way at the west end of Phoenix. Jimmy mentioned having an hour and a half drive, I asked what happened to Chinatown? He said things weren’t working out there and he was having issues with his mom. People were mixing drinks and bringing them back to the table. I was explaining something to John and he recommended getting a Manhattan to calm my nerves or something. Ralph had just made one so I was going to ask him to make me one but never got around to it.
I was in this open space in this house and was aware of this shadowy idk how to describe it, think Assassin’s Creed black cloaked figure / the movie Ink / really cool looking (bronze?) mask I *think* I saw in Marco Polo, but possibly remember from something else… I was trying to confront and when he appeared I’d start to suck air in, like the witches from Hocus Pocus trying to eat souls but this was to not let mine go or something. I kept trying to see who was behind the blackish bronzeish mask and got closer a couple times. Then I looked in this glass case and in the reflection saw senpai taking his gray hoodie off, wearing a bright green shirt underneath. I turned around and this figure was so close behind me I almost bumped him. But this time he grabbed me and I glomped forward to kiss him, knowing it was him, and that he was just stuck and concealed.
I showed up to a party for Lauri and Patti had been upset about previous occurrences I couldn’t even remember. As the evening continued I was concerned about my things. I was playing some phone game with Lauri and her two friends had fallen asleep, lying down and stretched out on their chairs on the other side of the table. This game was almost like some turn based situational thing with points and keys from other phones that had signed into the game previously. During the game play I was digging through my bag to grab something and Patti rushes up saying she’d told me not to go through and empty my bags. I tried explaining I wasn’t gonna empty them and just needed something and how was I gonna sleep over if I couldn’t grab stuff. This was a little party for Lauri. And Patti’s husband, who was supposed to be Lauri’s step dad, gave me this nasty look from across the table like I was the most annoying person. Lauri tried to keep the game going even though it was just us and it really needed more than 2 players. There was a video playing in the background of her and her friends in what looked like school photos but with wigs and masks and props. She said they went to this video store / Zia and paid $900 to play with all the props and take photos. The dad mentioned it was time for the girls to go upstairs and pass out in his bed soon which triggered a huge red flag.
I’m so sick right now when I was half awake a couple hrs ago I heard the tiniest snore on exhale. I was caught snoring on the couch once by mom in high school, she said I was super tired… and I never fell asleep on the couch unless I was sick. She said it was really quiet and cute and I was all omg mom. Now I’m wondering if this is because I’m sick or if I’m getting older and am starting to snore. gdi.
OMG kill it with fire
My throat is burning so bad, so effen bad. The last couple days were epic fatigue and that general feeling of ick, but dear lord that throat burning started this afternoon and errmahhgerrrrr. Terrible irritated burn it feels like I gargled glass and my face hurts and I feel gross so I think I look gross and everything is just bad. I can’t tell if I feel bad because I’m sick, or if I’m getting sicker because I feel bad right now. Sleep has been so bad, waking up coughing, I wake up remembering snippets of dream but it’s more effort than it’s worth to try and remember, and they weren’t interesting enough to try. I remember my ex being in my dream this morning and I was annoyed. That’s all I can remember… and today kicked my ass, just the sheer volume of all the things. Not like it’s complicated, it’s just volume.
Work wifey was kind enough to let me vent over dinner about my professional concerns, being stagnant, and despite dealing with necessary tasks… being irritated because I undervalue them over other work I’ve done previously that has since been delegated, and I get it’s because of company need.. but I’m starting to worry if I undervalue the work I do, despite it’s necessity, I’m wondering if my colleagues do too. She very gently pointed out I’ve been saying similar things since December, and this isn’t new but she thinks it’s escalated recently… she says I’m bored… and I thought if I have this lull at work maybe I could take it as an opportunity to start pushing with university again.. since my professional life isn’t trying to burn my face off. My foundation was all on the job, I’m used to sink or swim trial by fire growing pains and what I’m doing now is administrative, there is rarely a need for technical skill.. and when there is it’s because someone else effed it up. Whatever. Oh, and I’ve been typing falling all day every day recently. I’m just frustrated by everything, by all the things. I know if I don’t move forward I fall behind, that’s the nature of this game, this industry. I’m too Asian for this falling behind nonsense.
This is great too, she knows how crash and burn my last interview was. I thought it was funny the best and worst interviews I’ve ever done were three weeks apart. I couldn’t even process it for days, I was still smoldering from embarrassment, and I kind of knew I should have bailed like I wanted to, and I knew should have. just. not. started this. at. all… but curiosity, I felt like it backfired here, and I am so grateful I had that space to leave the office and hit the off button on professional life and just resume not-professional-life(?) and not die over and over in my head. I mean I actually learned a couple things. I learned a couple things that apply currently, and I learned a couple things for the future, but I’ll never put myself in this position again. I was just thinking of that thing I saw online that said something like “I never fail, I succeed or I learn.” I actually learned stuff while I was dying in a chair, it was straight input while my output was corrupt. I know the situation was overwhelming for me, I knew everyone, it was awkward, who I was in the room with, where I was earlier… it’s the context, the formality, and the circumstance, so many awkward things colliding together, and my brain just took it and ran with it. I feel like the content I brought, when I could get something out, was almost decent.. but the execution was horrendous. FFS I haven’t seen a host file since I worked for a web hosting company years ago, and that only came up once. I feel like the biggest disappointment to three friends who expected so much better, and deep down I already knew it was a disaster. I tried hitting up one of them a couple times online to see if we’re still chill but got nothing, but they’re afc anyway so idk why they show as online. I think I just got disowned. I worry this discredits me professionally where I am, which makes me sad because I still know things. I swear to god I still have a brain even if it didn’t show up and I choked. I still like this company and the people but maybe I shot myself in the foot. I’m tired. I’m sick. I’m sick and I’m tired. I’m still capable of sophisticated and meticulous work. I always want my reputation to be associated with skill, and intelligence, and ability. I’ve been burning out for a while, I feel like I’ve been relegated to lesser things, I don’t even know how to word this, this is a lot of venting for not knowing how to word something.
There were times where I was concerned I was devalued because I’m doing “women’s work.” There are certain industries like tech and medical that are male dominated, and then there are industries like education where women are a larger demographic, and industries that are dominated by women are looked at, by both men and women, as less valuable. Then they look at a highly valued profession, like the medical field, and look at the different experiences doctors have had based on their gender. Statistically doctors who are women were spoken over by their peers and their patients. Their patients questioned their practice, diagnosis, and prescriptions more than their male counterparts. It’s how society is wired. I’m not a raging feminist, I’m not saying I’m dealing with work related issues in my current role due to my gender, I’ve dealt with it at previous companies, but I can look at that and see it happening indirectly since I work in a male dominated industry. I could do the exact same thing as a coworker, and my troubleshooting or work could be second guessed because of who I am, and it probably isn’t even a conscious decision. It’s part of why I push really hard to be reliable and accurate. I mean work ethic is fantastic too and it’s there, but I think it’s harder to repair your image in this aspect as a woman. So the work I do is already at risk for being undervalued because of who I am, and then I look at what I’ve actually been doing compared to what I was a few months ago.. and think oh shit. Was I handed this because they just want to keep me right where I am? She’s right that I’m bored, but taking all these other factors into consideration is unsettling.
I die. I die now.
My brain broke
I was trying to pick one of two concerts that would be here at the end of the month so I could buy tickets. My friend Kim was talking about the last show she’d been to and we went off on this tangent on being sick. I mentioned how I regress into a useless person when I’m this sick and can’t adult. Her son was playing a FPS on Xbox live and said it’s normal and that’s most people.
Conan O’Brien was obsessing about Ellen Degeneres and wanted to invite people on his show to discuss her. He invited Jessica who was nervous and was barely getting a word out. We ran into her in the lobby and I took her hand saying it was no problem and she’d get through this. We were walking towards the elevators when I noticed an open door to the right when we were going down the hall and saw senator McCain. When we reached the elevators Jessica picked the one on the right and it was weird. You couldn’t pick floors and there was a blue telephone. There were trays on a little table in there and it looked like you had to do a cheek culture swab and talk to someone on the phone before being granted access to any floor from this elevator.
It’s 1:27am, I just got home, can’t even think, can barely keep my eyes open. Neglected this thing for a week since I didn’t record what I dreamed about and forgot about them. It’s not that important… I feel like I spent the last week living a dream instead, and it was much more interesting. I watched two people get pulled over behind me, thank you for letting me borrow your luck.
I’m glad I claimed areas, so when you’re here you are mine, and I am yours. I miss you. Saranghae.
Absinthe & Agony
I had to give the I will not be your gf / I’m not looking for a husband spiel last night. Didn’t think we were going there and haven’t had to do that in a while. Yes I’m smart, have a pretty face, really nice legs, and am enjoyable company. I almost feel guilty about those things. There’s never chemistry on my side. He asked if I was seeing someone and I said no, that I’ve been single a year and a half, that I’m not looking for anything, and I’ve done better on my own. I’m free and clear here. He thought we had so much in common. I thought to myself… no.. I’ve gone millions of miles further before. Are people so disconnected now that this will suffice for them?
He was able to see my light side, but I know he’ll never understand the dark. Not like someone I already know. Nothings ever been more complete… or more beautiful to me. I don’t want someone who just accepts every facet of my being, I want someone who appreciates it.
I blame watching Baraka for this
I was with this beautiful doctor talking about trying to figure out my diagnosis and what scripts I should be taking or if I should be doing some crazy high doses of motion for a bit. She was prepping her medicine she was about to take at night since she was terminally ill and asked me to help her put something away. I helped her clean up a room and she walked into another part of the house. I walled down the steps and peeked out the window in the back door through a kitchen to see a back yard with a large pool and garden. I walked back into the living room and she was lounging in a reclined chair while her husband rested on this sofa. I sat on the sofa to check with her and he woke up and they started talking. Now she had this beautiful sari on and her makeup was different and she had these facial piercings. She was chain smoking and went outside to finish her last cigarette. I went outside to keep her company and her husband walked out to discuss business and had this huge case with coins in it. She was fed up and went back inside.
He cleared the bottom of the case after moving the coins aside like he was cleaning off some kind of powdery substance. I went inside to let her know I was leaving. This house was huge and beautiful.. I ran into the husband first and he was dressed in religious attire, white and some purple and was walking down the hall, and more people followed. There were a lot of kids that were dressed up in little suits and dresses. I told him I was leaving and he said okay, suddenly I realized a hug or a handshake would be inappropriate and started walking the opposite direction as everyone else. But aside from what I thought were bibles going to a Christian sermon, I noticed star of David’s and Torahs so I turned around and walked back to see what was happening. We went through the door to this large auditorium and went down to a stage, it looked like a church, and off to the side was a table setup with to strange food, it looked like like fake food and there was some weird green jelly looking coating on this piece of chicken that looked really off. This guy who looked like George Costanza was sitting behind the table and had a microphone clipped to his shirt and he starts telling a story. Then this clip starts playing about this girl and her little brother and how he annoyed her, the clip showed her life as she grew up.. he destroyed her things, they argued etc, there was some lesson they were gonna get at any minute now.
And this young mother standing next to me was holding her baby and kind of bouncing while standing in place, starts quietly talking to me about letting go of certain paths and pointing out things in what we were viewing now. Some awkward kid who grew up and is now a successful man and choices and not getting hung up and it started getting very butterfly effect. I walked out and then someone made a comment about Phoenix being gone and said I must have felt lucky to miss it, or must have just known since I made it out before Phoenix was destroyed, there was nothing but desert there now.
Then a good bye party, a good bye party and a last minute stop in NM for some almost LDS mission related thing she talked you into that really?! So you’re leaving LV early for that? Worst dream ever.
Green tea Pocky
I was walking through this store that was advertising all 80’s vintage stuff like a consignment store and there were a few people there. This girl in this group starts walking closer until she bumps my shoulder and then walks away while hovering for a bit. She comes back with this other guy and he says he’s seen me before. He asked what was I doing here looking all cute in a school girl uniform, like he’s seen the real me, and it’s not this extra cute. I was all whatever. A couple friends and I walked through this other part of the store, or maybe it was another store entirely?
There were a bunch of Asian snacks and I stopped when I saw green tea Pocky. I grabbed it and started to look for my group when I noticed one of my nails was broken and jagged, like a side of it was shredded off. We were going over these menus that listed what was on the shelves.. it was just a bunch of instant foods and finally I found what I’d was looking for.
IT custody battle
We were breaking up custody of IT and you were saying something about taking the smart one and Jimmy. I said no and that I had Angela. Then I said fine take the men, I’ll keep the women.
We also went somewhere but it was bad and I couldn’t eat anything due to a mango allergy.
Church wars and makeup?
We were with a group at a couple tables and mom asked this lady about something regarding makeup since it was this lady’s job and she sells it at the bx and the lady ignored her. I was yelling amonim! Amomim! (which doesn’t even mean anything it was almost being used like agashi or ajuma). She rolled her eyes and looked at me and as soon as our eyes met I yelled mom! But the lady got up and walked away. I was pissed off at how she was treating mom and wasn’t sure what the exclusion was for, if it was some stupid personal thing, or if it was related to some church thing.
Mom was talking about some makeup she’d gotten great deals on because of sales and cause she knew how to shop. She then made a comment about it being too bad there was no place for me to clean up and I was trying to figure out if I got food on my shirt, or if my makeup was jacked or something else… so I got up and walked out then started going up the parking garage, and the streets were excessively wide. There was this old black pickup, it was run down and while the guy was working on it, there was this other guy who was with him, or near him, and he was playing the theme to Inspector Gadget on a steel drum. w t actual f.