Hope Rides Alone

After dinner with my father I promptly lost it again (see the previous, friend-locked, entry for more details on my sucky, sucky day.) Thankfully one of my relations was about and comforted me. (She blew up fifty-one helium balloons today at work. What a lucky woman …)

A dream I had two nights ago (I think):

There was a wedding going on in the gathering room at my school. There were two best men, one of whom was … let’s call him ‘Jonah’ who I’ve been in plays with, another was a guy who kept shrinking whenever I looked away. They were both dressed in peacock-green, vaguely shiny coats. The groom was late (don’t ask me about the bride but I think the priest had a headdress on) and he ran in and threw his long-1800’s-cape/cloak-Lestat-wears-one (also a shiny peacock green) at ‘Jonah’ and the other best man and then ‘Jonah’ was standing next to me and we were all doing some kind of dance in lines. He also kept hugging me, as ‘Jonah’ in real life is wont to do (aimisan was there on and off, btw …) then suddenly the wedding-guests turned into little kids (mostly girls) and my mother (of all people) brought in platters of pineapples with jelly-beans around them (yes, you heard me right.) It was getting dark all of the sudden and I couldn’t tell if the abnormally-large red jelly-bean I was holding was cinnamon or not (I hate cinnamon) so I crawled over to the door (where there was light) but then my mother returned and roared “You shouldn’t eat those, they’re too sugary!” or something like that … then I was ‘zooming’ (I was moving wicked fast but my feet weren’t moving) along on a road that inexplicably led to an intersection not too far from my school, then I turned around and saw two or three people far behind me and so I ‘zoomed’ back to them and we continued up a side-road that reminded me of my old summer-camp …

Yes, I know, my mind is WEIRD. 

Also, aimisan was very upset about Heath Ledger's death. So am I, I loved the remake of Casanova ... it's just so SAD ... *sigh*