A good night and a bad dream

I had dinner and drinks with a new friend last night. Usually, when I hang out with someone for the first time (granted, this wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time without other company) I usually am sort of quiet until I feel the person out (I said OUT, not UP) but she is a talkative one and I was relieved as hell. But she showed me a new hole-in-the-wall bar near where I live that had ONE DOLLAR BOTTLES OF YEUNGLING. Why did I not know about this before? My cheap beer radar must be on the fritz again. Damn thing.

We got invited to a party by a very strange older guy named Dennis who made us play some sort of word association game so that he could remember our names and he actually called himself Dennis the Menace…He was impressed with my ability to come up with “Crystal Blue Persuasion” on the spot. Considering that my name hasn’t changed…you know…ever…and I tend to come in contact with a lot of old men who like to sing that song, it really is the first thing that pops into my head. (I know, how sad.)

Anyway, it was a good night. Cheap beer. Good company. Skid Row on the jukebox. What more does a girl need?

The weird dreams are continuing. Each one, more disturbing than the last. Each one, leaving me with an unshakable feeling of dread. I don’t usually remember my dreams quite as vividly as I have been lately either which leads me to believe that something is terribly wrong. I may sound a little paranoid here, but if there is one thing I have learned, it is to trust my gut. No need for you to worry though, I haven’t completely spazzed yet. I won’t start the daily phone calls just checking to see if you are all alive. But if these dreams continue, the phone checks might start sooner than later.

So I woke up this morning with a haunting image in my head and a message from Pepe LePew on my voicemail (will someone please explain to me why he has stopped dropping by unannounced but has started calling at 7am? Any takers? No?). Great way to start a Friday. But I know one thing, it may have started out crappy, but at least I will end it right. Beer in hand, smiling, and surrounded by friends. And if I have to stay up for the rest of my life to avoid the terror of my subconscious, I fucking will.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: "Proofs" - Mates of State