ok, you can simply skip it if you don’t like weird dreams. if not. . . well, you’ve been warned

the you i refer to in the dream is FFJ. i was simply too lazy to re-write this.

i was living in some totally hip, happening loft of some sort, and underneath my hip, happening loft was an art gallery. somehow i was involved with the art gallery, but i’m not sure how. perhaps i was a director or volunteer or something. i was super stoked because there was a big show opening at the gallery and i was going ot have a swanky party in honor of it.

the artist in the show was, of course, sweet rob.

so the party’s in full swing and people are hanging out — eating, drinking, what have you; and sweet rob’s in the gallery being all sweet roblike and cute. and for some reason, i’m absolutely furious about something. i’m not sure what it is– but i am screaming, fuming and generally being very not nice.

it might have had something to do with rob’s girlfriend who, in the dream, was played by a strange, small gothgirl named stephanie that i went to high school with. also, in the dream, though she was a small gothgirl named stephanie, she was actually supposed to be a 40something woman. because i know i was quite upset about sweetrob dating such a significantly older woman.

i remember sister #2 was there and she was trying to be all helpful and sympathetic, but i just yelled at her. damon was there too, and i yelled at him too, but i can’t remember what about.

so finally, i decide to go play nice hostess and enter the gallery. and you’re down there talking to a group of people, and rob’s one of them and stephanie is doing something with his art.

i don’t remember saying anything to anyone.

but then rob and i ended up sitting in this GIANT chair that was in the gallery, just grinning at each other.

then i woke up.