featherynscale | (no subject)

I'm trying to get back into the habit of recording my dreams. (I will always cut these - don't worry.) Like pretty much all the things I should do every day, I forget to do this a lot. Brain organization needs re-addressing.

- I walk into my mother's house. She informs me that my grandmother has died. For whatever reason, I have no reaction to this at all.

- I am in the mall in Lakeland with my cousin. The televisions are showing news coverage of the deaths of the twin princesses (I'm killing off a lot of royalty these days, and I don't know why). They broke down and choked to death, one right after the other. I am reminded of the attacks on the World Trade Center - the time between one plane and the next is the same as the time between one death and the next, and I wonder why they didn't send someone to take care of the second girl after the first one died. It seems expected that one dying would imply that the other would die. Both princesses look a lot like Princess Di.

- I am in a church with

triadruid and

kittenpants. I think it is a Mormon church, but Vicky Combs is the minister. The service includes pulling off someone's pants to display their underclothes. Then the minister asks for money. We've been here several times, and they know that we leave when this part happens.

- I am shopping with my mother in a huge sort of greenhouse/garden store. I say something like "There's nearly always something interesting here, if you bother to look".

- I am in a restaurant with a crowd of people, including

kittenpants,

triadruid and

drummel. The lights go out.

drummel brings us all back to the kitchen, where there is light. We are all careful to bring our drinks. There are a lot of waitresses in the kitchen, and they offer us pie. They counsel avoiding the Appalachacola Pie, which is apparently made of spanakopita and pumpkin.