One more thing: Dream Journal

[featherynscale]

It's night. I'm driving, and I pull up to a shop in Brookside. It's recently rained, and the neon signs are shining up from the puddles in the parking lot as much as down from the signs themselves. It's cool out, but not cold. This is important because for some reason I am here in nothing but a bra and panties.

I step into the shop. It sells sex toys, lingerie, and home electronics. Sort of a combination Love Nest and Best Buy. It's much larger on the inside than it was from the outside. There is a sales counter by the door, which looks like unto the sort one sees in sleazier sex shops; a pane of glass between clerk and customer. The clerk is an older woman in heavy makeup, smoking a cigarette. She looks at me funny, but shrugs, as if to say, "I get a lot of people in here in their skivvies, honey."

I wander through the store, until I find Ghede (a Ghede? I can never work out if he's a single lwa or a class of lwas. Anyway.). He's tall, bald, and well-muscled. His coffee-colored skin is covered in tattoos. He's wearing black leather pants and drinking rum from a bottle. He grins at me, and we are friends instantly. He throws some "clothes" at me - black velvet boxer-briefs and a spiderweb net shirt. I put them on, and we sit down to play some video games at a demo counter.

The game is one of the zombie-shooting variety, and Ghede thinks this is crazy funny. We're there for a very long time. He makes some commentary from time to time about whether some aspect or another of the game is right. He's pretty sure some of the gore is over the top. I'm pretty sure I'm going to sleep with him. It doesn't happen, though. I remember that I have somewhere to be. I apologize, and head out.

As I'm moving through the shop, I realize that I don't have any money, and am going to have to shoplift the clothes. I hold my head high as I pass the clerk. She is yelling at a kid, like a 12-year-old girl, who is trying to come in the shop. She doesn't see me as I leave. I get out to the car and briefly wonder where I put my keys, since I couldn't have possibly had them in my pocket when I went in the shop. Luckily (!?), my trunk is open, and the keys are sitting right there.

I drive to somewhere warm and bright. kittenpants, triadruid, and some other folks are there, waiting for me in a minivan. I hop in the van, still in my Ghede-clothes. kittenpants and one of the other people are talking about how KidSpace at Gaia Community had voted to disband, and we were going to have to just have the kids in the adult rituals all the time now. I thought this was a pretty crappy idea, but nobody asked me, and I don't have time to contribute to that conversation anyway, because triadruid has just noticed what I have on, and started to get all worked up about it.

We're driving by all of this sort of candy-colored Disney-World shit. triadruid is trying to talk me into fucking him in the van as we drive. I'm trying to work out whether that will piss off the other people in the van or not.

I'm saved the consideration by the sound of the alarm going off.

...And you say I don't tell you about the good ones!