Odd. Very Odd. Very Freaking Odd. Very Freaking Odd Dream.

[ravencallscrows]

Weird dream last night. Featured some people who i know online, but not in person, but for some reason i knew who they were.
It started with autumngray (who i've not met outside of the virtual world) getting a new apartment, and enlisting people to help her move into her new place, which was on the fifth floor of a building without elevators. Among those i recognized were cadmus (who knows her), revseandoe (who probably doesn't) and retcon (who also knows her, i think). The four of us ended up carrying a baby grand piano up all these stairs, with incredibly tight turns at every landing, and with bunches of people spectating and offering opinions on how we needed to do it, including damashita, jacksontwobears, furrymouse, gwynn_aaron and ithilien (who don't even live in the area yet), and Christine. I think Neil Gaiman, Trent Reznor and Tanya Huff were there also.
Anyway, when i think of people to move large, unwieldy, heavy objects, none of the four of us come to mind particularly. As it ended up, we got the piano to AutumnGray's new place, and found that her new roommate- who was someone I recognized, but couldn't place or name, although she looked vaguely like Tori Amos did in the mid 80s- decided that it couldn't stay there, apparently in a completely capricious moment. Exhausted and battered from getting the damn thing up there, we all did the sensible thing- looked at each other, and responded simultaneously that there was no way that was going to happen, at which point she turned around, picked it up as if it weighed absolutely nothing and threw it out the window, whereupon it grew wings and flew away.
At that point, everyone came to our house, for a post-move party, except i'm not quite sure where we were living- looked vaguely as if it were somewhere around Greenlake, but getting there wasn't right, because there wouldn't be a reason to go through Queen Anne and Ballard going from the U District to Greenlake.
So we get back to our house, and the party starts, and Christine announces that we're going to bed, and proceeds to drag Damashita and me off to the back bedroom, where we all end up sharing naked cuddles but nothing else (apparently i'm still repressing anything really overtly sexual) with the bed covers pulled up to our chins even though it's in the upper 70s outside. About ten minutes after we go in, everyone who has come to the party ends up coming in and sitting somewhere around room and trying to have conversations with the three of us all at the same time, so there end up being seventy or so people, some sitting on the bed, all talking to us at the same time, and we're just lying all nicely spooned trying to ignore them.
Weird. Very weird. Factor in that i have about five dreams a year that i remember, and it's even weirder.

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[gwynn-aaron.livejournal.com]

[Gwynn puts on his Freud hat with the vibrating cigars]

"You are repressing your desire to slide down a hill-side on a giant slab of buttered toast. You must cease these repressions lest they make your beard rear up and try to strangle you. Do not go outside on any of the next three mondays or your fear may overtake you causing a public scene. You are also secretly afraid that your penis is growing inwards and becoming a vagina, which will in turn lead to your becoming open to the sexual advances of twelve foot tall priests from Tacoma. Unable to contro lthis fear you adjourn to the restroom at least twice an hour to examine your penis and make sure that the process has not yet begun."

[wingedelf.livejournal.com]

I thought the hourly trips to the restroom were because of all the water and caffeine intake i have on a daily basis. Now you're telling me that there's one more thing i'm neurotically repressing, doctor?