sanna

 Almost a week ago I dreamed Xander and I was talking.  That was a strange occurance - us talking and Xander being there.  Daylight, also a rare occurance. I haven't dreamed Xander since he was a baby and I was going through the horrors post-partum.  Anyway - he was talking to me as if I was a friend and not a parent.  He asked me something terrible innapropriate and rather than be appalled, my Dream Self was like "Maybe, wait until everyone leaves" because I guess we were in a crowd.  I don't know what brought that on.

A few days after that I dreamed of being in a group of girls, like one of the girls was my friend and she brought me along with her other group of friends.  I needed to be on good behavior, so as not to get my friend in trouble for bringing trouble, and it was clear that the group was run by a Mean Girl.  No matter what joke I said, what conversational bit I dropped in, what story I told, Mean Girl would get that look on her face like she stepped in something gross and just shut down anything I did.  I recognized it for what it was, that for some reason I was now the scape goat of the group and she was going to mold public opinion against me.  I didn't get a chance to leave or ask the Mean Girl WTF, but it was clear I needed to ditch this group of people and peace out.

Two days ago I dreamed of Xander again, and again we were in a crowd - but they were sitting rather than standing.  I guess it was some sort of graduation ceremony?  A party?  Anyway, he had a pen and paper and crouching down near people and they were giving him....poems? Advice?  For some reason the theme was 1920 because Gary Oldman (sitting towards the back and dressed in the manner of that run way show he and a bunch of other actors did) said "1920s?  Black and white, Xander.  Black and white."  Xander just looked at me like "rly?" and put his pen/paper down.  I indicated that he should write it down, that it was something worth keeping.  It was probably insightful advice coming from Oldman, you just had to dwell on it.  Xander clearly thought it dumb.

The other night I dreamed Epona wanted me to be her witness wingman to something going down.  She had asked for mediation about something and when we got there, she didn't say a single thing.  Just stoned face the entire time.  I'm not even sure who was mediating, but as the blathering went on from the other group of women, it was clear they were just digging themselves holes as Mean Girls and totally in the wrong.  Eventually we just left because our presence wasn't necessary for resolution to the situation.  As we got outside (in the daylight, which is notable) I was like "What the hell was that all about?!" and she was about to explain it to me, when I woke up.

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So I emailed Epona like "Ha ha, we're hunting down mean ass bitches in the Dreamtime!" and then she revealed the mean ass bitch she's dealing with now.

I wish if I was Dreaming True again, I could see the end of fascims, my next super novel, the existance of aliens, or the goddamn lotto numbers.