Of Amy G. and Isabeau (or: who said dreams had to make sense?)

[pne]

Tonight, I dreamed I was in California, so I thought I'd pay isabeau a visit.

When she let me in, she was on the phone, so I had a look around. I saw three girls playing on the floor of her flat: Amy, Taya, and another girl I didn't recognise. I thought that my aunt in Germany was looking after the girls, but apparently, she had "subcontracted" the task out to Isabeau.

Since fishgreenlittle lived right next door (never mind that she's in an entirely different state IRL...), I thought I'd visit her next, but then she came over to Isabeau's place first. She was about 45 years old, which surprised me.

I think there was more bizarrity involved, but that's all I can remember in the morning.

Comments

[node-ue.livejournal.com]

What language were people speaking? If it were to be Klingon, I would say that is the extra bizarreness factor right there. Like when my mom speaks anything besides English in my dreams and acts like it's totally normal, if she did that IRL I would have a heart attack I think.