A short one. I was riding in a car with some people (I know not who). One of them began singing the song that goes ‘I was gonna so something or other, then I got high, then I got high, then I got high’.
Renae and I were having lunch on a park bench (apparently at work). She looked at me for a long time and then she said, ‘do you remember that night in November when I stayed out all night?’. I replied that I could not recall it.
There was a pause and then she said she hoped I would not get angry as what she was about to tell me was pretty close to me. I invited her to go on. She said she had picked up a friend of mine called Steel Irish when she went to a night club called Purple. The kissing ‘just happened’. I was slightly peeved as this friend was either married or in a significant relationship. I was trying my best to stay calm, as logically, there would be no point having a hissy fit.
Ren then went on to say she had fucked him. Talk about a fucked in the head reason why she had done so. The line I remember perfectly from the dream was ‘I fucked him as I could not get to sleep’. Geez!
Ok. I decided to hang out at a gay bar. I figured I could read there in peace and not be hassled by anyone trying to pick me up.
I wound up falling asleep on a mattress or couch in the bar. When I woke everyone was shielding their faces as a straight guy had decided to enter. The straight wound up being a policeman who informed me I was not allowed to sleep in a public place. I informed him I was tired.
The next thing I knew I was checking out upstairs, which had turned into a gothic club. An ex gf, some cousins and their entourage was there. The club had little alcoves which were curtained off. MY cousin’s hubby had chopped his long hair off.
We all exited together and as we were leaving, I realized I had left my book on the 2nd story. I re-entered the club (which now had turned into the lobby of a club called Retro. I told the guy on the counter that I had left my book in the club, “But not this one” as I held up a book that looked like Stephen King’s A bag of Bones, but was actually on whaling. I found my book on the floor next to the right wall. I grabbed my book and exited.
I have gone to a house between my current house and where I used to live in Ashburton. I had gone here with (I think), the Renster.
We were hanging out on the nature strip (west side of a north/south street). We observed the youngest cat that lives at my place, Cinders, had been splattered and was on the road.
We collected it. I unnecessarily told my housemate she would no longer have to worry about her sister’s cat bashing Cinders up when she moved back home.
Not long after there was a lump on the road covered in an old red towel I have. After a vehicle drove past missing it I investigated. It turned out to be one of my cats, Cat. It had also been hit. Some stranger (I apparently knew) picked it up and dumped it on the nature strip. After a few minutes, Cat moved. IT was not dead. He appeared to be breathing fin and had
no visible injuries.
This all took place on a Saturday so I was worries about getting Cat to a Vet as I could not afford emergency vet rates. I was hoping Cat would be ok until Monday when I could get him to a vet to be examined