This is my brain,

Dream 9-1

I was walking through a flea market in a very tight dress with a large sweater over it.  After buying useless equipment for a game console that I didn’t even own  I had to attend a class in a gymnasium.  A few friends from high school and current friends were in the co-ed locker rooms getting dressed for the class.

I tend to dream about co-ed locker rooms because they scare the bejeebus out of me.

After grabbing my yoga mat I realized I wasn’t in proper attire, but after peeking out at the group lying on the floor, nearly every woman was wearing a maxi dress so I was okay.  I walked out in front of the group and laid my mat down on the floor between Cindy Jeski (High School in NY) Robert, yes you, Robert, and Roxanne, who at that time appeared to be a complete stranger but I knew it was her.

We did absolutely nothing and then left a few minutes later.  I met Giuliano in the parking lot and for some reason was under the impression that I had a prom to go to.  I had a prom dream earlier this evening before this one began and I for some reason wore the Jackie-O purple thing that I wore as a freshman… Dreadful.  So I was trying to think of something else to wear when Giu and I just walked into seasons 52 and had lunch instead.  It was 11:18am and it looked nothing like any seasons 52 I had been to.  Roxanne was calling to remind me that I had already made plans for a lunch date with Kelly today (which is at 1) and that I really shouldn’t miss that and that I was being irresponsible and rude by going right before hand with Giu as well.

After being berated by her for a few minutes I was a fly on the wall in the shop that sold me the overpriced useless game console items.  They were reading my name, which wasnt my name, and the boss was showing his colleague how to charge me for things I did not buy because they wanted more money from me.  At this point I walked in on them (I was no longer myself and in a british comedy) and asked the younger sales man how he could do that to someone who wanted to date him and he ripped all of my information up and came to dinner at “my apartment” where I was serving tiger and broccoli.

My dreams are most certainly the last few days of events pushed together into crazy scenarios.