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I fell asleep early, and am now up for a while. Had an interesting dream...
I was at work, and some chick came in for some sort of facial procedure, which I'd only ever been trained on once, but I was the only one there, 'cause we all thought we were done for the day, and everyone else had left. So, I'm trying to fake treating her, but while she's waiting, and I'm fumbling around looking for equipment, something happens to her. Can't remember what, but it postpones the treatment. Work has somehow been connected with a house, which I think was supposed to belong to my parents, but was unlike any I'd ever seen, but I'm wandering all over the house trying to find the equipment to complete her procedure, 'cause, in spite of whatever issue she's having, she still hasn't just up and said she's going to reschedule and go home, so I'm still not sure if I'm gonna hafta pull this out of my ass or not.
Then, suddenly I'm in a grocery store of some sort. I think I'm part of some group of people going there together, almost like a tour group, but I'm not interacting with any of them. Rob Lowe is there, and flirting with me. Then, either he leaves, or he becomes Kyle Hoskins (more on him later), who is also flirting with me, pretty heavily. It's one of those things where you meet a random stranger, and the sparks just ignite. We're leaving together in the parking lot, and something happens, and he has to leave, so he's taking off, and I'm all like, "Kyle, wait!", and he hesitates, and says that he doesn't remember telling me his name. I told him that he didn't, but that I'd grown up in his hometown, and recognized him, and hadn't said anything, because I wasn't sure if he recognized me. I asked him if his bus stop had been on Cardinal or Bluebird. He said Bluebird. (I actually think his stop was a different one.) I told him that I'd been on Oriole, and he said he maybe remembered me, but that I looked so different now. (In my dream, I was a frumpy kid, but had grown into someone beautiful, in the societally-accepted sense.) Anyway, he left, and the woman from work was back, in the parking lot, still having some sort of illness issue going on. I fussed over her a bit, hiding my impatience, and gently suggesting that if she felt so bad, she should go home and rest, and of course it wouldn't be any trouble at all to reschedule her. I think I finally got her to leave.
Anyway, after that, I go driving to try to find Kyle, in the dark. I end up allsortsa places I have no idea when I am, and somehow ended up stopping at some sort of festival/vendor-y looking place. It was daylight. The place I ended up was a glass vendor - blown glass and such. The people there were the cool hippie type, but they were a little weird, like the type you'd meet in a horror movie, who seem basically normal, but they're just a little off, and you later find out they're in a weird cult or something, and you're going to be their human sacrifice. I wasn't frightened of them yet, though - just that "off" feeling. Anyway, I kept asking where I was, saying that I'd driven all night, looking for this guy, and was lost, and I just wanted to know what town I was in. I kept thinking I was in Lithonia, but no one would confirm that, and I felt they were being deliberately obtuse, not quite answering the question I was asking. In the meantime, one of the glass chicks took off my glasses and was painting little flowers in the corner of my lenses (although the paint was actually glass).
I woke up around then, and I'm not quite sure why this dream has stuck with me, other than the whole Kyle Hoskins thing. I mean, Kyle Hoskins??? This is a guy, maybe a couple of years older than me, who grew up in the same subdivision I did (Melody Acres - hence all the bird name streets), with whom I didn't hang out at all. I mean, it was a small town, and the subdivision was an even smaller slice of that, so of course I knew him, knew who he was, and I would presume he knew me, as well. He stuck out a bit because of his strikingly blonde (platinum) hair and ice-blue eyes. Good-looking guy. At the time, not knowing him at all, and being a judgemental child with low self-esteem, I assumed he was dickhead. I don't specifically recall any instances of such, only that his parents were well-to-do, and he seemed stuck up. I haven't thought about him since I moved from Warsaw when I was 15, and I wracked by brain when I woke up, trying to figure out why the fuck he would be in my dreams.
Actually, it's Q100's fault - they were talking about guys wearing girls jeans, and that immediately brought Kyle to mind - I remember he had taken to wearing Jordache jeans (the height of fashion at the time), which I had always thought were chick clothes. (Not that he didn't look good in them, 'cause he did.) So, that's, I suppose, why he was on my mind. Still, though, I can't help wondering if there's more to it than that, 'cause that's how I think. I tried Googling his name, but nothing with pictures came up in the sites I looked at, so no luck there.
*shrug*
I was at work, and some chick came in for some sort of facial procedure, which I'd only ever been trained on once, but I was the only one there, 'cause we all thought we were done for the day, and everyone else had left. So, I'm trying to fake treating her, but while she's waiting, and I'm fumbling around looking for equipment, something happens to her. Can't remember what, but it postpones the treatment. Work has somehow been connected with a house, which I think was supposed to belong to my parents, but was unlike any I'd ever seen, but I'm wandering all over the house trying to find the equipment to complete her procedure, 'cause, in spite of whatever issue she's having, she still hasn't just up and said she's going to reschedule and go home, so I'm still not sure if I'm gonna hafta pull this out of my ass or not.
Then, suddenly I'm in a grocery store of some sort. I think I'm part of some group of people going there together, almost like a tour group, but I'm not interacting with any of them. Rob Lowe is there, and flirting with me. Then, either he leaves, or he becomes Kyle Hoskins (more on him later), who is also flirting with me, pretty heavily. It's one of those things where you meet a random stranger, and the sparks just ignite. We're leaving together in the parking lot, and something happens, and he has to leave, so he's taking off, and I'm all like, "Kyle, wait!", and he hesitates, and says that he doesn't remember telling me his name. I told him that he didn't, but that I'd grown up in his hometown, and recognized him, and hadn't said anything, because I wasn't sure if he recognized me. I asked him if his bus stop had been on Cardinal or Bluebird. He said Bluebird. (I actually think his stop was a different one.) I told him that I'd been on Oriole, and he said he maybe remembered me, but that I looked so different now. (In my dream, I was a frumpy kid, but had grown into someone beautiful, in the societally-accepted sense.) Anyway, he left, and the woman from work was back, in the parking lot, still having some sort of illness issue going on. I fussed over her a bit, hiding my impatience, and gently suggesting that if she felt so bad, she should go home and rest, and of course it wouldn't be any trouble at all to reschedule her. I think I finally got her to leave.
Anyway, after that, I go driving to try to find Kyle, in the dark. I end up allsortsa places I have no idea when I am, and somehow ended up stopping at some sort of festival/vendor-y looking place. It was daylight. The place I ended up was a glass vendor - blown glass and such. The people there were the cool hippie type, but they were a little weird, like the type you'd meet in a horror movie, who seem basically normal, but they're just a little off, and you later find out they're in a weird cult or something, and you're going to be their human sacrifice. I wasn't frightened of them yet, though - just that "off" feeling. Anyway, I kept asking where I was, saying that I'd driven all night, looking for this guy, and was lost, and I just wanted to know what town I was in. I kept thinking I was in Lithonia, but no one would confirm that, and I felt they were being deliberately obtuse, not quite answering the question I was asking. In the meantime, one of the glass chicks took off my glasses and was painting little flowers in the corner of my lenses (although the paint was actually glass).
I woke up around then, and I'm not quite sure why this dream has stuck with me, other than the whole Kyle Hoskins thing. I mean, Kyle Hoskins??? This is a guy, maybe a couple of years older than me, who grew up in the same subdivision I did (Melody Acres - hence all the bird name streets), with whom I didn't hang out at all. I mean, it was a small town, and the subdivision was an even smaller slice of that, so of course I knew him, knew who he was, and I would presume he knew me, as well. He stuck out a bit because of his strikingly blonde (platinum) hair and ice-blue eyes. Good-looking guy. At the time, not knowing him at all, and being a judgemental child with low self-esteem, I assumed he was dickhead. I don't specifically recall any instances of such, only that his parents were well-to-do, and he seemed stuck up. I haven't thought about him since I moved from Warsaw when I was 15, and I wracked by brain when I woke up, trying to figure out why the fuck he would be in my dreams.
Actually, it's Q100's fault - they were talking about guys wearing girls jeans, and that immediately brought Kyle to mind - I remember he had taken to wearing Jordache jeans (the height of fashion at the time), which I had always thought were chick clothes. (Not that he didn't look good in them, 'cause he did.) So, that's, I suppose, why he was on my mind. Still, though, I can't help wondering if there's more to it than that, 'cause that's how I think. I tried Googling his name, but nothing with pictures came up in the sites I looked at, so no luck there.
*shrug*
