January 29, 2007
January 11, 2007
I've had a fever for a few days now and while it's certainly miserable roasting and feeling dilusional, I must say it makes for very interesting dream material. In last night's episode, I ran into some friends on the street at Post and Leavenworth. Very comfortable vibe, nice weather, hugs and kisses good-bye, nothing strange. After chatting I guess I didn't want them to see which way I was going, so I hopped on a bus going in the opposite direction, thinking I would hop off in a block or two and walk back, but the bus drove on and on, zig-zagging like crazy for about an hour and when it finally stopped, I was on the fourth floor? deck? and had to race down a tiny spiral staircase to get off. When I made it off the bus, it was nighttime in a really dangerous neighborhood and I started to feel dizzy. But I didn't want the crazy people around me to think I was drunk and try to rob me, so I sat on a bench and tried to get my bearings straight. I decided that I needed to get back to Post and Leavenworth, and if I could just cross Market Street I would be safe. But as I tried to cross Market, the weather became unbearably hot, and Market Street was about 10 lanes wide! I tried deperately to flag a cab but none would stop, and every car that drove by was laying on the horn and blinking their lights at me making me more disoriented. I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing a nice 'going out' shirt, I had my purse clutched tightly at my side, but I had NO pants on! And then I woke up.