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gementSharkey wakes up and Sharkey says,
"There was this man, and there was this road...
and if only I could remember these dreams, I know they're trying to tell me...
something."
-- Laurie Anderson, Sharkey's Day
Auspicious birthday dreams! I haven't remembered many dreams lately, so this is particularly nice. None of the specific elements were positive, and most I'd avoid in real life, but the overall tone was "You have friends, you are who you want to be, you get to do relaxing things, and there is more cake than you know what to do with."
The friends were some kind of school reunion, only not sucky and formal like the real ones. We were staying in dorms, and had the false camaraderie of having once been in classes together, and everyone was friendly and kind. There was a formal event planned for the evening, possibly a symphony.
The bathroom was crowded with women with their full womanly make-up kits crowding all the counters. In my stall, I had, ahem, an aiming problem. This is notable because I haven't dreamed male-bodied in a while, hence the confusion that led to the problem. I was pretty chill, though. I knew what to do about this. I walked straight out to the sinks, moved two massive collections of make-up clear from either side, and started doing the hand washing and face splashing that inevitably runs onto the counter and soaks your slacks. Ooooops. Guess I'll just have to go change!
My best friend from first grade (who I know has turned out AWESOME in real life) followed me and asked if I'd like my nails done, since I wouldn't have time for other primping. Nah. I'd go to the football game instead. In real life I hate sporting events, but it seemed like the most relaxing thing to sit back in a lawn chair with a cup of punch and yell when everyone else yelled.
There was a special feature that night where the team would throw treats and swag into the crowd after every score. The announcer was joking, "You just might want to steer clear of the cake section!" It's kind of like the splash section at Sea World. Sure enough, right then, a player tossed a football cake almost the size of a tire, which landed whole-ish and right side up in my lap. SO AWESOME.
I made sure someone immediately started snapping pictures of the initial landing condition, and then stop motion of my attempt to start eating the cake without the use of my hands. BURIED IN CAKE. It turned out to be spice cake, which is not my favorite but was quite tasty.
Today I am wearing my birthday socks from my mother, my birthday cufflinks of Rassilon from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cinnamonteal, and my birthday haircut which is so short it's nearly a Caesar again.
Reminder, my mathom birthday party is in two days, Saturday from 1 to 5. Be there or be a rectangular thinge. Tell your friends.
"There was this man, and there was this road...
and if only I could remember these dreams, I know they're trying to tell me...
something."
-- Laurie Anderson, Sharkey's Day
Auspicious birthday dreams! I haven't remembered many dreams lately, so this is particularly nice. None of the specific elements were positive, and most I'd avoid in real life, but the overall tone was "You have friends, you are who you want to be, you get to do relaxing things, and there is more cake than you know what to do with."
The friends were some kind of school reunion, only not sucky and formal like the real ones. We were staying in dorms, and had the false camaraderie of having once been in classes together, and everyone was friendly and kind. There was a formal event planned for the evening, possibly a symphony.
The bathroom was crowded with women with their full womanly make-up kits crowding all the counters. In my stall, I had, ahem, an aiming problem. This is notable because I haven't dreamed male-bodied in a while, hence the confusion that led to the problem. I was pretty chill, though. I knew what to do about this. I walked straight out to the sinks, moved two massive collections of make-up clear from either side, and started doing the hand washing and face splashing that inevitably runs onto the counter and soaks your slacks. Ooooops. Guess I'll just have to go change!
My best friend from first grade (who I know has turned out AWESOME in real life) followed me and asked if I'd like my nails done, since I wouldn't have time for other primping. Nah. I'd go to the football game instead. In real life I hate sporting events, but it seemed like the most relaxing thing to sit back in a lawn chair with a cup of punch and yell when everyone else yelled.
There was a special feature that night where the team would throw treats and swag into the crowd after every score. The announcer was joking, "You just might want to steer clear of the cake section!" It's kind of like the splash section at Sea World. Sure enough, right then, a player tossed a football cake almost the size of a tire, which landed whole-ish and right side up in my lap. SO AWESOME.
I made sure someone immediately started snapping pictures of the initial landing condition, and then stop motion of my attempt to start eating the cake without the use of my hands. BURIED IN CAKE. It turned out to be spice cake, which is not my favorite but was quite tasty.
Today I am wearing my birthday socks from my mother, my birthday cufflinks of Rassilon from
cinnamonteal, and my birthday haircut which is so short it's nearly a Caesar again.Reminder, my mathom birthday party is in two days, Saturday from 1 to 5. Be there or be a rectangular thinge. Tell your friends.
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:57 am (UTC)Happy birthday dear! So glad you're still running around the sun with us!