more dreamy randomness… well. dreamING, anyway. don’t know that i’d call it “dreamy”

11 02 2009

herein lies circuitousness. it started out (don’t ask me why, cuz i got nothin’) with a dreamed conversation with robotapocalypse about how his dream-self had apparently acquired a lifelong aversion to certain types of fluffy, cheerleadery girls following an incident in his teenage years of somehow accidentally knocking up a cousin of his in some hazy, debaucherous midwestern wedding reception/after-party at which there were an awful lot of these fluffy girls, and it seems that when one has a lot of vaguely and differently-defined cousins, it might be easy to lose track of which ones are actually yours as opposed to each others’ and other people’s. although i know part of the conversation involved me explaining how that could never happen to me because i only have one male cousin (and have never been to a family wedding in my life, because i don’t have enough family to warrant them) and know exactly who he is and would never mistake him for a stranger or for anybody else and can’t imagine even hugging the prickly creature, somehow the dream morphed quickly to the site of some such debaucherous (or at least hazy and hard to follow; i don’t remember any actual debauchery, although it was likely happening in the wings) wedding reception/after-party that at least tangentially involved my family (both my real family, because i remember talking to my dad for a while, outside in a parking lot that was the top level of a garage, the open-air level, and also trying to order him a cake with hearts on it, in some appropriately manly color combination of chocolate and blue, for some reason i can’t recall, and what might have been a passel of cousins i don’t actually have–there were lots of group photos lying around, and although for some reason there was always a shadow across some part of my face in these photos, i was in them with a consistent cluster of people in my age group. they reminded me of–and might have featured dream-cousins who wore the actual faces of–the years crowd, but that’s probably just because those folks are the only people i’ve ever been in year after year of group photos with. my 2 real cousins and my brother and i were in a picture once, when i was around 4, and our next one’s 20-some years later when we were in town for my grandmother’s funeral). i think photo-dream-me was taller than the real one. and then another morph later (although of course they’re all continuous and you don’t notice them happening) it turned out that this was all jessica_dwg‘s great sprawling family, and i was arriving at her house with her in a cab the day after said debaucherous party, where one of her many cousins (a big blond guy with short, very straight emo hair) was crashing on her couch sleeping off what was reputed to be a horrible party hangover, but he sat up when we came in and was unfailingly southern-gentlemanly-polite. her house was full of party-related clutter, as if they wedding props and decorations had all been made or staged there, and there was food to be made, for some reason, and as i was taking off my shoes & trying to find a good place to leave them where they wouldn’t get rounded up with other people’s shoes when the clutter was cleared, she and i were talking about where we were going to get the bicycles that we were renting to ride back north–at least as far as d.c., i don’t remember whether “farther” was involved, and yes, we are probably the 2 people you know who are least likely to rent a bicycle to go anywhere at all, and by now the dream was firmly planted in georgia and i think it was july, but we were going to cross several southern states in the middle of summer on bicycles–and what we’d need to take with us and how insane the plan was. we were aware that it had a tinging of insanity, but it was an important step in a bigger plan, and whatever was awaiting us on the other side was also important, enough so that we were serious about the bicycles.

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12 responses

11 02 2009
jessica_dwg

Here’s how you know it was a dream: but he sat up when we came in and was unfailingly southern-gentlemanly-polite.
While there are millions of gentlemanly southerners, I am not related to any of them. Most of my people lack couth.
I love this, though, and suddenly, I badly want to rent bicycles.

11 02 2009
tyra

lol–thanks for clearing that up, then. impostors!! we have impostors!!

11 02 2009
tyra

lol–thanks for clearing that up, then. impostors!! we have impostors!!

11 02 2009
jessica_dwg

Here’s how you know it was a dream: but he sat up when we came in and was unfailingly southern-gentlemanly-polite.
While there are millions of gentlemanly southerners, I am not related to any of them. Most of my people lack couth.
I love this, though, and suddenly, I badly want to rent bicycles.

11 02 2009
robotapocalypse

I don’t have any female first cousins, and the only female second cousin I can think of is not really fluffy or cheerleadery. On the other hand, she is a professor of English Renaissance, Reformation, Milton, and Spenser, and that’s kind of hot.

11 02 2009
tyra

that is kind of hot!!

11 02 2009
tyra

that is kind of hot!!

11 02 2009
robotapocalypse

I don’t have any female first cousins, and the only female second cousin I can think of is not really fluffy or cheerleadery. On the other hand, she is a professor of English Renaissance, Reformation, Milton, and Spenser, and that’s kind of hot.

11 02 2009
metalmonkey

This is why you need to avoid spicy foods before bed. They put all kinds of lascivious things in your already twisted head.

11 02 2009
tyra

heh. i went to bed w/a headache & skipped dinner, except for an orange and some almonds in the car on the way home, so that’s not to blame…
this time. 😉

11 02 2009
tyra

heh. i went to bed w/a headache & skipped dinner, except for an orange and some almonds in the car on the way home, so that’s not to blame…
this time. 😉

11 02 2009
metalmonkey

This is why you need to avoid spicy foods before bed. They put all kinds of lascivious things in your already twisted head.

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