Tuesday, January 10, 2023
Dreams 1/10
Dreamt I was living in a big new house with my ex. It was like a beach house, very sunny and bright: full of windows and painted white. I was very sick and could not get out of bed, but he kept on hounding me, said it was a surprise. He seemed very nervous that I would not get up. Finally, I got up, belligerent. I had a cap on my head and a dark patterned little nightie on with spaghetti straps. I had nothing to put on, so I pulled an original Princess Leia white gown over my nightdress, (you could see the nightie through the cheap costume fabric), and stumbled down the gleaming marble stairs. First, I saw a ton of helium balloons, all colors. There were all kinds of people in the courtyard. I didn't know any of them. There were carnival type games and picnic tables set-up. An older woman asked my guest if I would be able to pass around a cheese tray. I made a face, and she backed away. My ex sat me down and a young blonde comedian began to go through her short skit, it ended with a joke about a rich lady, she had a name for them, rich bitches, something beginning with a he, but I can't recall. I tried to smile. When she was finished I heard her bragging to another woman that she can't believe she was paid a hundred dollars for that. My ex was talking to me, now, trying to encourage me to have fun, I suppose. I told him I was sick and didn't even know any of these people.
All Tuckered Out
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