dream a little dream

Dream fragments from this morning's dream.

I was somewhere on vacation with evil_little_dog someplace rural, don't know where. Suddenly, she stops the truck and hops out, all excited and jumps the fence to look at some farm equipment for sale. I'm ticked. What the hell will she do with that junk? Next thing I know she's banging on the door to the farm house, LOUDLY. It's not the farm equipment she wants, it's the furniture set.

I'm arguing that it's too big for the truck bed and where would she put it in her place? It had plain wooden arms and frame, this loveseat and couch set. It was dark blue with a HUGE green salamender (with red eyes) wrapped around each couch pillow. The loveseat folded out, futon-like, into the bed. The farm couple showing us this were strange too. He was so thin he could barely stand and he was naked.

Then the dream morphed (yes she bought the furniture) and I'm freshly home from the trip and my sister (which I have none) is trying to change her flight from Hawaii to Snowden Wales at the last minute because the friend she's going on a trip with has changed her mind. I said 'beware of going on trips with friends unless you really know you have the same taste.' My parents look at me and say 'had a bad trip?' 'not really,' says I 'it's just she kept insisting on a threesome and her taste in men is just UGLY. It would have been okay if they were cute.' (because THIS is a conversation I'd have with my parents.)

Then the dream morphed again and I was with friends on a shopping trip and me and silvrethorn were enabling each other into buying all these very lovely remenants in every shade of red (with crystal beading) when my boyfriend (whom I've never seen before mind you, some gothy guy but at least he wasn't ugly) hits guy who was annoying me (as if men routinuely crop up in the fabric store) and the guy turns into a MONSTROUSLY big demon with wings that starts chasing us down...

and here I worry about a bad taste in my mouth. Really I should be worrying on the meltdown of my neurons