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I dreamed last night that my office was also somehow a wizards' school, and I was being held back a year because I had neglected to go to flying class, and had therefore not logged enough broom time to graduate. To remedy this, I was put in charge of flying errands, so that I could get my hours.
One thing that I was supposed to do was to go and arrange a real estate deal for the house where God was born (they kept calling it God's Birthday House, so I am assuming that was what that meant). This meant I had to fly to the shore and meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leiandra, who was a real estate agent representing the owners. I flew across the country on my broom and met her there. She worked in an office that was painted dusky pink and purple on the inside, which I thought was somehow funny, and may have indicated that we were in Miami.
We started working on the deal, but got sidetracked to (either) look at a website that was about a Miss Pre-Op Transsexual Costume Contest (or to go to such an event). The thing here was that the contestants were all either male-bodied people with ridiculous fake breasts (often made of completely unsuitable materials, like helium baloons, or cooking pots), or female-bodied people with fake penises of equally unlikely composition (tree branches, wooden snakes, etc.). We thought this was very, very funny. Somehow, instead of printing out the deal papers, we ended up printing out the website (or literature from the event). We tried to keep her co-worker from seeing it, but threw it in the trash. As we left the office, he went over to the trash can to see what we'd thrown away, and we thought this was even funnier.
We hurried out of the office and down to the beach, where God's Birthday House was located. The 'beach' here was a constructed patio with a retaining wall that held back the sea. The sea spilled over in places anyway. The important thing here is that the sea was made of anemones (the flower, not the animal) instead of water. They had the most amazing colors, and they surged over the retaining wall, making puddles of flowers on the patio. I stood there for a while and stared at them. I toldleiandra that I had to keep hold of that color, because I was from Kansas, where everything was grey.
We looked at the House, and then she showed me another house, further down the shore, which I thought was a better house, and a better investment, than God's Birthday House. We went out for mexican food, and then I flew back to tell the office that they were buying the wrong house.
So, that was weird, and then I woke up.
One thing that I was supposed to do was to go and arrange a real estate deal for the house where God was born (they kept calling it God's Birthday House, so I am assuming that was what that meant). This meant I had to fly to the shore and meet
leiandra, who was a real estate agent representing the owners. I flew across the country on my broom and met her there. She worked in an office that was painted dusky pink and purple on the inside, which I thought was somehow funny, and may have indicated that we were in Miami. We started working on the deal, but got sidetracked to (either) look at a website that was about a Miss Pre-Op Transsexual Costume Contest (or to go to such an event). The thing here was that the contestants were all either male-bodied people with ridiculous fake breasts (often made of completely unsuitable materials, like helium baloons, or cooking pots), or female-bodied people with fake penises of equally unlikely composition (tree branches, wooden snakes, etc.). We thought this was very, very funny. Somehow, instead of printing out the deal papers, we ended up printing out the website (or literature from the event). We tried to keep her co-worker from seeing it, but threw it in the trash. As we left the office, he went over to the trash can to see what we'd thrown away, and we thought this was even funnier.
We hurried out of the office and down to the beach, where God's Birthday House was located. The 'beach' here was a constructed patio with a retaining wall that held back the sea. The sea spilled over in places anyway. The important thing here is that the sea was made of anemones (the flower, not the animal) instead of water. They had the most amazing colors, and they surged over the retaining wall, making puddles of flowers on the patio. I stood there for a while and stared at them. I told
leiandra that I had to keep hold of that color, because I was from Kansas, where everything was grey. We looked at the House, and then she showed me another house, further down the shore, which I thought was a better house, and a better investment, than God's Birthday House. We went out for mexican food, and then I flew back to tell the office that they were buying the wrong house.
So, that was weird, and then I woke up.
