And She Was...

which included making out on a bus with Richard Gere, and having him tell me that he had HIV and it would be okay if I didn't want to sleep with him.

He was a good kisser in my dream though.

I do not know where Richard Gere came from. I haven't seen a movie with him in it in a very long time. But, eventually, the bus dropped us off at the place where we were going.

The rest of the dream involved something that comes up periodically in my dreams-being in a building (usually a gymnasium) and wandering through the building to get to the pool, knowing where it is, but having a great deal of difficulty getting there, getting repeatedly lost. Usually something weird happens in a locker room in this part of the dream-this time, someone was living in the locker room and hiding in a locker. It also involved a strange staircase, where in order to go down the stairs, you had to leap over a trap door. There were other things, too. In trying to find the pool I walked in and out of an office, several times, and discovered that I'd left my purse on the bus, at some point I also lost my gym bag. There were classrooms...one was a preschool classroom where children were playing, and there was an open house, and a classroom that I instinctively knew was a university classroom, where students were watching a movie, and one glared at me while I walked past. This part of the dream also generally includes going down stairs to a dead end at least once, and today was no exception.

So that's your peek inside my brain. I'd blame it on the migraine meds but I haven't taken them...Category C for pregnancy, and why take a chance while we're trying?

Or really, my French homework is half done. The more difficult of the two assignments is finished. The easy one, I suppose I'll do after I make an LJ post, and make more tea. And maybe mess around at Pogo a bit.

I forgot that I spent some time this weekend virtually-shopping for a dress for zedrikcayne's company's holiday party, which takes place at the Hard Rock Cafe in early December.

I've got no idea what I actually want to wear, other than probably black and a little more flair than what I've got in the closet. So I'm looking at this or this-I like the lace better, I think. Cayne also likes this and I think it's pretty, but I also think the cut of the top will be less than flattering on me, with the particular shape of my mid-section.

So, I shop. And do more French homework. After I answer the e-mail that just arrived.