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[lillibet]

The only thing I like about hot weather is the zany dreams I have, especially while napping.



Last night, when I came back to bed, jason237 told me about the dream he was having in which he and I were biking in New York (me on the back of his mountain bike, somehow), along a gravel path between Jersey barriers and were overtaken by a bunch of racers, so we joined the race and came in third.

This made me think about how rare it is for jason237 to show up in my dreams, at least the ones I remember.

Today I was taking a nap and dreamt that we were going to see some friends who were in a carnival. The setting was like Firefly, vaguely Old West-y, with boardwalks and dusty streets and Chinese elements. We made our way up through this complicated boarding house, out a door onto the roof and across a little bridge to the next building and back in a window and up a ladder to the room where our friends had gathered. jbsegal was the leader of the group and was earnestly trying to talk me into joining their baseball league. I explained, at length, that I hate team sports and it's way too hot to be putting out that much effort and he was ridiculing me for being so damn' lazy. jason237 decided that he wanted to stay and take part in the troupe's next performance, but had forgotten something at home, so I left him there and drove home to get it. Somehow I ended up giving palmwiz and miss_chance a ride back to the carnival and I realized that I had been hearing a lot of rumors about them buying a house in Louisiana with istemi and infinitehotel and asked what was the deal. palmwiz started explaining that the plan had been for the other two to live down there year-round, while the two of them would spend summers and holidays there. But miss_chance started crying and finally said that infinitehotel had gotten his dream job, so it would have to be her and palmwiz who lived down there all the time. We arrived back at the carnival and made our way back up to the room where various people were hanging out. I decided I wanted to leave and started back down, but realized I had forgotten my book, so I went back, only to discover that someone had apparently used a cross-shaped pendant as a brand and burned a cross-shaped hole in my book. I was annoyed, but decided not to make a big deal about it, and left. When I got back down to the street, I could hear someone yelling and looked up to see jason237 climbing down the front of the building. He had painted his face white and was wearing white briefs under a fuschia mini-dress--styled like a sleeveless man's shirt, with collar and pocket, but tailored at the bottom so it clung around his hips just below crotch level. He got down to where I was waiting and told me that I hadn't brought him the right clothes. I volunteered to go get the right stuff, but he said no, that Bill Ellert would go. I asked who the hell Bill Ellert was and he said "He's my new best friend!" and proceeded to sit down on the ground and build a little fire. Once he got it lit, he put a little pot of water over it and filled it with herbs and as the steam began to rise he sang "Bill Ellert Is My New Best Friend" to the tune of "O, Susannah." I heard someone clumping down the boardwalk and this enormous man with very pink skin and short blond hair came trundling our way, wearing a purple and green muumuu. I said "Is that Bill Ellert?" and jason237 woke me up.