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winteropheliaI've had some semi-strange dreams recently.
Night before last it was that I got to school and the townhouse turned out to be a cramped triple, Brasington nowhere in sight. Apparently the entire year had already passed, though, cause Mike and I were packing up, talking about how disappointed we were discovering we didn't have an apartment but were living in the same 15x15 sq. ft space along with Patrick. At least we had survived the year.
Last night I was at a club in a shopping mall sort of place, maybe a glorified train station/airport. It seemed we were celebrating someone's birthday and were club/bar hopping. Everyone was leaving and Elizabeth came to find me, she was riding with John Barrowman (apparently he's just someone we hung out with) to the next place. I drank a magically appearing beer. Apparently we also hang out with Gareth David-Lloyd too, he was in a hallway talking on the phone dressed in godawful late 90s/early 00s eurotrash raver clothes. Sarah came out of the bathroom and asked us who was driving. She and Gareth were v. drunk, I was only slightly tipsy, but paranoid. Mitchell appeared and drove us to a parking lot, talking to me about t-shirts and musicals the entire time. After that, things are hazy, maybe I woke up.
Night before last it was that I got to school and the townhouse turned out to be a cramped triple, Brasington nowhere in sight. Apparently the entire year had already passed, though, cause Mike and I were packing up, talking about how disappointed we were discovering we didn't have an apartment but were living in the same 15x15 sq. ft space along with Patrick. At least we had survived the year.
Last night I was at a club in a shopping mall sort of place, maybe a glorified train station/airport. It seemed we were celebrating someone's birthday and were club/bar hopping. Everyone was leaving and Elizabeth came to find me, she was riding with John Barrowman (apparently he's just someone we hung out with) to the next place. I drank a magically appearing beer. Apparently we also hang out with Gareth David-Lloyd too, he was in a hallway talking on the phone dressed in godawful late 90s/early 00s eurotrash raver clothes. Sarah came out of the bathroom and asked us who was driving. She and Gareth were v. drunk, I was only slightly tipsy, but paranoid. Mitchell appeared and drove us to a parking lot, talking to me about t-shirts and musicals the entire time. After that, things are hazy, maybe I woke up.
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Date: 2008-08-01 11:56 pm (UTC)