wolven7 | Dreaming of Amanda

Last night I dreamed of staing at the Variety Playhouse, much later than we actually did. I dreamed of hanging out and cleaning up with the bands, of bringing all the house lights up, and

mech_angel talking and laughing, with Vermillion Lies. I dreamed of Amanda Palmer cornering me, in the middle seats, and convincing me to have sex with her, of calling

mech_angel back into the house. Then I woke up.

After I went back to sleep, I dreamed that

mech_angel and I had stayed there, until sun-up. That we had just gotten home, at day-break, and were greeted by a house that still had people in it, whom we don't get to see, very often.

comorbid and

moonandserpent were there (two Kevins), and

cailement was still there. Everyone was supposed to be getting together to go do things, later that night. Amanda Palmer was supposed to be in town, for three full days.

moonandserpent and I were supposed to go, but he decided that he would see her, in Boston, and I didn't want to push my luck, with the good days.

cailement walked upstaits, naked, except for a scarf, and went to take a shower.

There was a conversation about the things I do for people.

amazingmrparker told me to feel free to keep introducing him to my friends, as they were hot, and

cailement looked at me and said "As long as you can be sure it won't end up like me and _____," who, in the dream, was someone with whom I had once set her up, and who had an extremely one-sided view of the work to be done in a relationship, emotionally AND sexually. Terrible.

The downstairs of the house was a Japanese bamboo garden, recessed in the heart of a city, near a 7-11.

There may have been more, but I can't remember.

That is this weekend's decompression, and a little wishful thinking/space conflation (Amanda's in DC, tomorrow night), all in one night's package.

Food now.