i dreamed last night that i missed her. it was really strange. you know how your dreams can seem real even though when you wake, you realize how rediculous they actually are? that's what is strange about this dream. i was in a house with her and we were moving out. i didn't want to leave the house and i didn't want her to leave either. i was sad and frustrated. next i went to some lavish house owned by this lonely forty-something homosexual man that was dating one of my ex-bosses. the house was built to mesmerize and confuse those who entered it by disquising which way was up. (you had to dream there, i guess) i was in this house, and i was missing her. badly.

i don't miss her now, when i'm awake. in fact i'm bothered by the fact that i missed her in my dream. as if there is some sort of weakness buried in my sub-conscience that is leaking out. throughout my entire series of dreams last night, no matter what the situation, i was always inferior to those around me.

someone put a water tap into my back. yeah, i thought it was pretty strange too. but i accepted it. some guy wanted water. he came up to me and grabbed my back.
"hey, man, what are you doing?"
"i'm getting some water."
"oh, yeah, go ahead."
so i let the guy fill his cup from the spring water reservoir nestled somewhere along my spine. only, the guy wasn't paying attention and he let the cup spill over. the water tap is in the middle of my back, so i can't reach around and turn it off. the water soaked me. i...was...ahem...a wet back.

ohhh. i'm sorry. that was awful. but i'm leaving it in.
after the water incident, which, by the way, was at a very large bar mitzvah attended by my ex-boss that was dating the rich forty-something (i should note here, in the extremely rare chance my ex-boss might read my blog, that he is not - to my knowledge - gay), anyway, after my water tap was left on, i found myself in a limo with her and some of her friends. they were attempting to smoke weed using those light papers that they wrap shirts in when they put them in a gift box. i've never tried to light that type of paper, but in my dream, and i imagine in real life, they burned extremely fast. they were also rather bulky, since they were using an entire sheet of this paper for each time they rolled a joint. so it looked like a big corsage that was sucked on from the stem, which is strange.

but not nearly as strange as me missing her. man that was weird.