I don't usually remember my dreams . . .

[loracs]

But lately they've been sticking around for the morning's first light.

I was in a large Victorian house and there were lots of people around. They were celebrating the death of a man they believe to be a modern day Christ, he had been a junkie and overdosed. There was a sub-level feeling of evil in the house, but the visual felt like a 1960's sitcom, complete with a laugh track. People were talking and I was arraigning flowers with kalmn. I think we had roamed the neighborhood "liberating" them from front yards. They were big, beautiful blooms. And there was lots of food. We were laughing along with everyone else as people told funny stories about the junkie. It felt like an Irish wake, but a cleaned up version for 60's prime time TV.

And then I woke up. I don't usually dream with real life people in them. I meet kalmn for the first time last year at a con, so I can verify she is real. ;-)

Comments

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

i'm real! and i'd arrange flowers with you anytime. :)