My dream last night:
I'm walking down the street with my best friend's RA whom I am dating. We're on our way to a theatre convention. When we arrive at the hotel with two of my friends, who just appear out of thin air, my boyfriend turns into Fred-Allen (and I'm not dating him). We all get to our room. Fred-Allen takes the king size bed, the two other people and myself take the other bed which turns out to be three pull-out bunk-beds.
We then leave to go to the convention. The four of us are supposed to be acting in a show there, but we decide to watch the show instead. We're sitting on bleachers and the man sitting beside us is talking about the other schools who did their shows before we got there. Anjelica Huston comes on stage in a slinky dress followed by a band. She begins to sing while a group from our school performs a play inspired by her voice.
I decide to leave the group and head out of the auditorium. I'm suddenly in a high rise apartment with my boyfriend, who now is one of my friend's current boyfriends. She's at the apartment too. We just kind of wander around the apartment for a while. I then decide to go out. There are no elevators in the building, just escalators. After being out for a while, I decide to go back in.
I arrive back at my apartment. I'm now married to a man with long hair and a Hulk Hogan mustache, but he's a brunette. He's dressed in a swanky 1920s tux and I'm wearing a costume we used in a production of Hedda Gabler. Suddenly a blond bombshell comes out of my room. I realize that my husband is having an affair so I run to my closet and grab two guns. They won't go off at first, but finally I shoot both of them. They fall onto a huge red drape in the floor, their faces are covered.
Once I realize what I have done, I run out of the apartment, trying to escape. Once at street level I run into my lover. I take him back up to the apartment and show him what I've done and ask for his help. He locks my front door (which has at least 16 locks on it all controlled by levers in the wall) and tells me that I am going to have to die for what I've done, and that he's going to be the one to kill me. He pushes me up against the levers. I ask if we could at least make love once more before I die. He says no. I ask if I could shower first. He says no. I ask if I could at least change clothes. He drops me onto the floor and disappears.
I am now sitting on my balcony. My hair is a mess. I'm still wearing the Hedda Gabler dress and I'm very depressed. Suddenly, three people materialize in front of me. Two women and a man. They don't materialize entirely. They kind of look like a picture drawn on a large piece of cardboard that has had a hole puncher taken to it. They tell me that the only way out is to kill myself. More and more people start to materialize and they are all telling me the same thing. They say that they show up to every great person who ever committed suicide. I finally give in but insist on changing into my yellow dress first. I head to my closet but one of the women gets there before I do. She puts on a slinky red dress that is a bit too big for her and then falls over dead. I finally get into my yellow dress (which is exactly the same as the Hedda Gabler dress, except for the color) and I put the gun to my head.
And then I wake up.
Weird right?
Fo sho.
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