Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Very strange amalgation of real life and fiction

I was going to visit Ilana in L.I. because for some reason she had moved back there instead of staying in Manhattan. When I got to her apartment, it was carpeted with that gray carpet that is in a lot of computer labs; her bedroom was at the far end of the apartment and there were a few steps leading into a living room followed by a few steps leading to the foyer. I have the movie camera perspective of Ilana when I rang her doorbell so I saw her get up off of her bed (I think she'd been reading while waiting for me) and as she walked towards the front door, I realized that I had morphed into her and the perspective changed to my eyes, which were formerly Ilana's eyes, so I was looking at the front door. I opened it and looked out to the courtyard that was in the middle of the apartment complex. I lived on the second floor so I had a good view of the barbecue that was going on, so I locked the apartment and went down there, where I met up with a nondescript friend.

At the courtyard barbecue, we climbed up onto the table part of one of those picnic tables that has the benches attached and sat in the shade of a big oak tree chatting with Trace Adkins and his wife.

In the distance I saw two people I thought I recognized so I excused myself from the picnic table conversation and followed after the people - turned out that it was Foody and Marg, although I didn't realize it was Marg until much later in the dream. I thought it was her, but she had on makeup, her hair was styled (although just as short as it is in real life) and she was much shorter than she truly is in reality so I kind of ignored her at first because I was entirely certain it was her. Oddly, it most certainly was Foody in my dream although she was significantly taller in the dream than in real life and she didn't look like an athlete at all. After catching up with Foody for a little bit and repeating how coincidental it was to run into them, I finally looked at Marg and realized it really was her and explained that she looked different and that's why I didn't immediately recognize her. She was wearing a red t-shirt with some sort of sparkly writing on it and sitting on some sort of counter top with her feet dangling and her palms on the edge on her sides with her elbows straight, making it look like she was shrugging. I told her that it was great to see both her and Foody then ran off to find Nicole to tell her what had just happened.

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