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Dreams and stuff
Feb. 15th, 2004 03:13 pmHad an interesting bit of dream this morning. It did the usual bit of having a theme for a bit and gentle morphing that theme into something a bit different, then doing a jump to something else.
The last segment had me (and other people) wandering around busily doing stuff for something that wasn't clear at the time. Obviously getting ready for some sort of event or other.
The interesting part was when I was waiting with some other people and overhead speakers came on and the usual barely understood announcement came. They were paging me and someone else for something. Everyone sort of looked at each other and I headed (the other name was garbled enough that no one was sure what it was).
Thing is, I was paged as Brooke! No one, including myself, thought anything of it. When I headed off, I headed off to the school office (it wasn't until this point that it definitely became high school, though I'm pretty sure we were all "young adults" or so before this point).
Seems I got called to the office to see if I wanted to buy tickets for the dinner that was part of whatever was going on. They needed a minimum number or some such. I was about to when someone whispered to the person I was talking to and they said they'd made the minimum.
I wandered back to where I'd been when I'd been paged, and was back to talking with people while we waited. For some reason (felt a little like someone was interviewing them, but not quite) a person in front of me was talking about how much help I'd been with his makeup.
Yes. Said person looked like a nice young lady in a dress, but was definitely identified by me in the dream (and I think by others) as a guy. But it wasn't important that he was male. People were aware that he was male, and the interview(?) may have been because he was taking part in whatever as a girl, but that was merely "Oh, that's interesting" not anything "weird".
And I know I was still male because I started to make some comment about my makeup and my beard growth being a problem.
I woke up a bit after that, so I'm not sure what was going on. But it was rather nice.
And I do like the situation, whatever it was. Or at least the sort of society it implied. <sigh>
The last segment had me (and other people) wandering around busily doing stuff for something that wasn't clear at the time. Obviously getting ready for some sort of event or other.
The interesting part was when I was waiting with some other people and overhead speakers came on and the usual barely understood announcement came. They were paging me and someone else for something. Everyone sort of looked at each other and I headed (the other name was garbled enough that no one was sure what it was).
Thing is, I was paged as Brooke! No one, including myself, thought anything of it. When I headed off, I headed off to the school office (it wasn't until this point that it definitely became high school, though I'm pretty sure we were all "young adults" or so before this point).
Seems I got called to the office to see if I wanted to buy tickets for the dinner that was part of whatever was going on. They needed a minimum number or some such. I was about to when someone whispered to the person I was talking to and they said they'd made the minimum.
I wandered back to where I'd been when I'd been paged, and was back to talking with people while we waited. For some reason (felt a little like someone was interviewing them, but not quite) a person in front of me was talking about how much help I'd been with his makeup.
Yes. Said person looked like a nice young lady in a dress, but was definitely identified by me in the dream (and I think by others) as a guy. But it wasn't important that he was male. People were aware that he was male, and the interview(?) may have been because he was taking part in whatever as a girl, but that was merely "Oh, that's interesting" not anything "weird".
And I know I was still male because I started to make some comment about my makeup and my beard growth being a problem.
I woke up a bit after that, so I'm not sure what was going on. But it was rather nice.
And I do like the situation, whatever it was. Or at least the sort of society it implied. <sigh>
