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Apr. 10th, 2026 12:06 pm last night/this morning's dream:
I was going to a live performance of the Rocky Horror Picture show. It was somehow also interactive? Anyway, I was all dressed up in fishnets and glittery stuff and whatever, and went to my ex friend X's house because apparently that's where there was a shuttle that would take you to the performance location (which was not publicized?) One of the people in the golf cart/convertible/open air vehicle with me going to the show was this lady Joanna, who was a huge Rocky fan for many years and used to take tons and tons of photos every weekend of cast and people. I don't know if she even ever was able to afford to pick up all of them (this was old times, where you'd take your film to Target or wherever and then go pick up the prints) and she made scrapbooks of the photos, had tons and tons of them. These days she is one of my facebook friends, she doens't go out of her house anymore, she lives in one room of her house and her husband works and takes care of her. They have a lot of cats. I remember their apartment from back in the day wasa catbox stench from hell.... at some point I'd thought about reaching out to her to see if they were interested in having a roommate, but I never did. Putting one dysfunctional cat box person into another dysfunctional cat box dynamic would be unkind to all concerned, I think.
ANyhoooooo, in my dream Joanna was one of the people in the lttiel shuttle going to the performance, and I guess my exfriend X was somehow in charge of some part of it? In rl, i would have seen her and left, but in my dream I went to the show. I think X's daughter was also involved somehow.
So I get to the show and the audience is part of the 'transylvanians' who are in the lab scene, and the lab is this big open area/stage, with this kind of metal mesh cage around it, and the cage is multilevels so the audience goes up the metal stairs and stands on the upper level, looking down at the show, kind of? or on the stairs, if they want. I started making out iwth one of the performers in this 'locker room' sort of area and ended up accidentally spiling a bunch of perfume oil all over everything in the locker and myself and him in the heat of the moment....I said something about him finding me beautiful or us being two beautiful people and he stopped and said "no, I never said you were beautiful, I just said you were fuckable," or something to that effect....and I was just so offended and ashamed that I walked away from him and from the show.
It was not a great-feeling dream. In this dream, of course, I wasn't the me that I am now, I was younger me. 20s or so. I remember being very hung up back then on being upset about people who didn't like me for who I was but only seemed to want to fuck me. I didn't realize I even gave a shit about that anymore, being old and unbeautiful and unfuckable these days and it's rather a relief from all of that nonsense.
two of the three open jobs are now closed and I got a boilerplate rejection email about them, but the third one that I actually interviewed for is still showing me as 'under consideration'...I'd like to be working again.
I was going to a live performance of the Rocky Horror Picture show. It was somehow also interactive? Anyway, I was all dressed up in fishnets and glittery stuff and whatever, and went to my ex friend X's house because apparently that's where there was a shuttle that would take you to the performance location (which was not publicized?) One of the people in the golf cart/convertible/open air vehicle with me going to the show was this lady Joanna, who was a huge Rocky fan for many years and used to take tons and tons of photos every weekend of cast and people. I don't know if she even ever was able to afford to pick up all of them (this was old times, where you'd take your film to Target or wherever and then go pick up the prints) and she made scrapbooks of the photos, had tons and tons of them. These days she is one of my facebook friends, she doens't go out of her house anymore, she lives in one room of her house and her husband works and takes care of her. They have a lot of cats. I remember their apartment from back in the day wasa catbox stench from hell.... at some point I'd thought about reaching out to her to see if they were interested in having a roommate, but I never did. Putting one dysfunctional cat box person into another dysfunctional cat box dynamic would be unkind to all concerned, I think.
ANyhoooooo, in my dream Joanna was one of the people in the lttiel shuttle going to the performance, and I guess my exfriend X was somehow in charge of some part of it? In rl, i would have seen her and left, but in my dream I went to the show. I think X's daughter was also involved somehow.
So I get to the show and the audience is part of the 'transylvanians' who are in the lab scene, and the lab is this big open area/stage, with this kind of metal mesh cage around it, and the cage is multilevels so the audience goes up the metal stairs and stands on the upper level, looking down at the show, kind of? or on the stairs, if they want. I started making out iwth one of the performers in this 'locker room' sort of area and ended up accidentally spiling a bunch of perfume oil all over everything in the locker and myself and him in the heat of the moment....I said something about him finding me beautiful or us being two beautiful people and he stopped and said "no, I never said you were beautiful, I just said you were fuckable," or something to that effect....and I was just so offended and ashamed that I walked away from him and from the show.
It was not a great-feeling dream. In this dream, of course, I wasn't the me that I am now, I was younger me. 20s or so. I remember being very hung up back then on being upset about people who didn't like me for who I was but only seemed to want to fuck me. I didn't realize I even gave a shit about that anymore, being old and unbeautiful and unfuckable these days and it's rather a relief from all of that nonsense.
two of the three open jobs are now closed and I got a boilerplate rejection email about them, but the third one that I actually interviewed for is still showing me as 'under consideration'...I'd like to be working again.
