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Jay Lake
Date: 2012-02-20 05:30
Subject: [dreams] Always more with the postcards from the subconscious
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Tags:dreams, friends, personal, work
Two nights ago, I dreamt I was hanging out with [info]kenscholes and Mrs. [info]kenscholes. For some reason it was very important for me to buy her a coat. (In real life, she works in the fashion industry, so this was more than a little odd — why would she need that from me?) The coat search became a desperate hunt.

Last night I dreamt I was at a casino with some friends from the Day Jobbe. It was a very strange place, sort of the Hotel California brought to life, but without the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. The ominously not present owner had hired a large number of attractive young women with whom the guests were absolutely forbidden to flirt or otherwise engage. It was some kind of weird contest and power game. C— from work wasn't having this, and kept trying to chat up these women. I kept trying to get him to leave, in which I only succeeded by promising to chat them up myself. Then out in the snowy, cold parking lot we could not find the exit.

Anxiety much?

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mlerules: dragon
User: mlerules
Date: 2012-02-20 17:48 (UTC)
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(I've hung out at the Hotel California (one on which 'twas modeled and where the album photos were taken). Very good breakfast, and again late night drinks 'n' dessert.)
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smoking catnip and chasing my tail
User: jettcat
Date: 2012-02-20 19:07 (UTC)
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Thanks, now I have that earworm for the rest of the day.
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