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Apr. 27th, 2005 04:32 pmI had such a weird dream last night.
I went to someone's house, to check on the kid they were babysitting. Which I had thought was the daughter of the girlfriend of the director of the house, but when I got there it was a kitten instead. And so I was playing with the kitten, and sitting on the top of a set of stairs (open doorway into kitchen of the apartment, blocked off by a kiddie gate) over the art gallery the babysitting couple ran. I'm not entirely sure that the kitten wasn't Serafina (and decided that would be an excellent way to take care of babies/small children--change them into kittens.) And the people started coming into the room and someone got into a discussion with me about how many people someone else had kissed--kept saying they weren't really into kissing, and the first time they'd met him he'd kissed like two people, and then two years later--*two years* (emphasis, random dream person) later, they'd kissed like, one more person. And this was staggering to them. I don't remember why.
I was out of the house yesterday from 6:30 until, hmm. 12. I feel nights like that balance out the ones where I sit and cross stitch all evening.
I went to someone's house, to check on the kid they were babysitting. Which I had thought was the daughter of the girlfriend of the director of the house, but when I got there it was a kitten instead. And so I was playing with the kitten, and sitting on the top of a set of stairs (open doorway into kitchen of the apartment, blocked off by a kiddie gate) over the art gallery the babysitting couple ran. I'm not entirely sure that the kitten wasn't Serafina (and decided that would be an excellent way to take care of babies/small children--change them into kittens.) And the people started coming into the room and someone got into a discussion with me about how many people someone else had kissed--kept saying they weren't really into kissing, and the first time they'd met him he'd kissed like two people, and then two years later--*two years* (emphasis, random dream person) later, they'd kissed like, one more person. And this was staggering to them. I don't remember why.
I was out of the house yesterday from 6:30 until, hmm. 12. I feel nights like that balance out the ones where I sit and cross stitch all evening.
