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That was the weirdest, most random dream I've had in a long time.
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desayuno and kimchii. We were travelling and I believe we were supposed to be in Greece, which makes no sense for several reasons. We were staying for a few nights in a sort of family cottage-cum-boardinghouse, run by a frumpy-looking oldish lady with a thick Eastern-European accent (actually, she looked an awful lot like the new sort of big boss at work ^.^) who kept snooping around the door of the room we were sharing. The house was large, the white paint peeling like crazy, kind of like the older cottages around Quebec City. When we got there, she asked us if we wanted any drinks -- there was a bar in the living room -- so after a while, I asked her for rum & cokes because I thought she might then stop pestering us. Then desayuno asked her for something else, I forget what, so the lady went off, to get our drinks. Or so we thought.
Actually, she went upstairs, where the family lived, so that when we went upstairs to take a shower, having given up on our drinks, she was waiting for us, cigarette in hand, wanting to know what the thump had been. I explained that I had dropped the orange I was holding (and a fine orange it was, too, rather huge, but don't ask why I was taking an orange to the shower with me) and she started bitching about how her son couldn't sleep if the guests ran around dropping oranges left and right. Anyway, the three of us finally made it into the bathroom, which was a large bedroom, complete with bed and tv (it looked sort of like our room in Dalat!) and a bathtub to one side. There were other people there who kept coming and going, but this didn't bother us too much.
After the other two had showered, it was my turn. Most of the dream was actually of my efforts to take a shower, which were considerable. To begin with, I had brought no towels up with me and the ones that were hanging on the wall were already soaked, courtesy of my friends. Then I noticed that I had brought up a clean change of clothes but no underwear, which was annoying because I was having my period and didn't want to risk staining my clothes. Eventually I decided that I could make it to my suitcase in time so it didn't matter. Besides, I was having enough trouble with the shower curtain, which kept bloody sliding open. Also, the flow of water was weird; I couldn't seem to aim the showerhead at me, it always went all over the wall or the curtain, or the floor, if the curtain happend to be opening of its own accord at that moment.
During this time, a couple that looked like they'd just stepped off the set of a soap opera was in the room with an adorable baby. The man was showing the woman the wedding ring he'd picked out for -- it wasn't too clear, but I think the man's ex-wife had helped him pick out the ring, but I don't know if that woman was the ex-wife or the new woman and I have no clue whose baby it was, only that it was incredibly cute, drooling over the ring like that.
By this time I'd given up on the shower and the curtain staying closed and had opted for a bath instead. Since I needed to wash my hair, I was forced to make do with the cheap egg shampoo that was there, which did not lather at all. I think the aforementioned baby was still in the room. There was a little Chinese boy as well, who kept running around the room and wanting to get in the bath with me. I seemed to now be in China, or something, because all these Chinese people would poke their head into the room, asking me if I wanted to do an interview and I kept having to tell them to go away, to wait till I was done. I was trying to speak to them in Chinese, but the only words I could string together were "Xia ge, wo shuo!" which I knew sounded really pathetic.
When I was finally done the Eternal Shower/Bath From Hell, I got dressed and headed out to the restaurant where the interview was to take place. On the way out, I reminded the old lady that we'd never had our drinks and she seemed surprised that I'd remembered, but said she'd get them. Yeah, right.
The restaurant was in a mall and it struck me that for China (which I still thought I was in), there was a distinct lack of Chinese people. I was sitting with a girl, about my age, who was to interview me. When the waitress got around to us, we noticed that we were the only ones wearing regular clothes; everyone else was dressed in medieval-type costume, except for a few rejects who were dressed in samurai get-up. The waitress told us that it was some sort of role-playing meeting and we had snagged the only non-reserved table for that evening, as it happens right in the centre of the restaurant. This didn't seem quite realistic, as all the participants were either really hot or at least pretty good-looking. ^_^ As I was admiring the stunning beauty in green over to my left, the girl with me was giggling about a guy two tables over who was dressed like he'd just stepped out of the Tokugawa era.
Then I woke up with a smile on my face, which is why I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and writing a novel at this hour.
That was the weirdest, most random dream I've had in a long time.
I was with
desayuno and kimchii. We were travelling and I believe we were supposed to be in Greece, which makes no sense for several reasons. We were staying for a few nights in a sort of family cottage-cum-boardinghouse, run by a frumpy-looking oldish lady with a thick Eastern-European accent (actually, she looked an awful lot like the new sort of big boss at work ^.^) who kept snooping around the door of the room we were sharing. The house was large, the white paint peeling like crazy, kind of like the older cottages around Quebec City. When we got there, she asked us if we wanted any drinks -- there was a bar in the living room -- so after a while, I asked her for rum & cokes because I thought she might then stop pestering us. Then desayuno asked her for something else, I forget what, so the lady went off, to get our drinks. Or so we thought.Actually, she went upstairs, where the family lived, so that when we went upstairs to take a shower, having given up on our drinks, she was waiting for us, cigarette in hand, wanting to know what the thump had been. I explained that I had dropped the orange I was holding (and a fine orange it was, too, rather huge, but don't ask why I was taking an orange to the shower with me) and she started bitching about how her son couldn't sleep if the guests ran around dropping oranges left and right. Anyway, the three of us finally made it into the bathroom, which was a large bedroom, complete with bed and tv (it looked sort of like our room in Dalat!) and a bathtub to one side. There were other people there who kept coming and going, but this didn't bother us too much.
After the other two had showered, it was my turn. Most of the dream was actually of my efforts to take a shower, which were considerable. To begin with, I had brought no towels up with me and the ones that were hanging on the wall were already soaked, courtesy of my friends. Then I noticed that I had brought up a clean change of clothes but no underwear, which was annoying because I was having my period and didn't want to risk staining my clothes. Eventually I decided that I could make it to my suitcase in time so it didn't matter. Besides, I was having enough trouble with the shower curtain, which kept bloody sliding open. Also, the flow of water was weird; I couldn't seem to aim the showerhead at me, it always went all over the wall or the curtain, or the floor, if the curtain happend to be opening of its own accord at that moment.
During this time, a couple that looked like they'd just stepped off the set of a soap opera was in the room with an adorable baby. The man was showing the woman the wedding ring he'd picked out for -- it wasn't too clear, but I think the man's ex-wife had helped him pick out the ring, but I don't know if that woman was the ex-wife or the new woman and I have no clue whose baby it was, only that it was incredibly cute, drooling over the ring like that.
By this time I'd given up on the shower and the curtain staying closed and had opted for a bath instead. Since I needed to wash my hair, I was forced to make do with the cheap egg shampoo that was there, which did not lather at all. I think the aforementioned baby was still in the room. There was a little Chinese boy as well, who kept running around the room and wanting to get in the bath with me. I seemed to now be in China, or something, because all these Chinese people would poke their head into the room, asking me if I wanted to do an interview and I kept having to tell them to go away, to wait till I was done. I was trying to speak to them in Chinese, but the only words I could string together were "Xia ge, wo shuo!" which I knew sounded really pathetic.
When I was finally done the Eternal Shower/Bath From Hell, I got dressed and headed out to the restaurant where the interview was to take place. On the way out, I reminded the old lady that we'd never had our drinks and she seemed surprised that I'd remembered, but said she'd get them. Yeah, right.
The restaurant was in a mall and it struck me that for China (which I still thought I was in), there was a distinct lack of Chinese people. I was sitting with a girl, about my age, who was to interview me. When the waitress got around to us, we noticed that we were the only ones wearing regular clothes; everyone else was dressed in medieval-type costume, except for a few rejects who were dressed in samurai get-up. The waitress told us that it was some sort of role-playing meeting and we had snagged the only non-reserved table for that evening, as it happens right in the centre of the restaurant. This didn't seem quite realistic, as all the participants were either really hot or at least pretty good-looking. ^_^ As I was admiring the stunning beauty in green over to my left, the girl with me was giggling about a guy two tables over who was dressed like he'd just stepped out of the Tokugawa era.
Then I woke up with a smile on my face, which is why I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and writing a novel at this hour.
