This was the day George died. I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare that I couldn’t remember anything about other than a older blond haired woman in a black robe. She reminded me of Rev. Ellen Grace O’Brian, but that’s all I remember.
The dream was that I was at a concert. There was a tall stage and there were picnic tables set up perpedicular to the stage. I was there with three guys, all were straight. I was sitting in between two of them, both with blond hair. I got up to go the bathroom, more to blow my nose. I walked into the bathroom stall and grabbed some paper to blow my nose. When I walked out, there was a butch woman in an aqua, green and white shirt with blond hair standing at the urinal. At that moment, another woman walked out of another stall. I apologized for being in the woman’s bathroom and felt embarassed. When I exited, I looked at the sign on the door and it read, “Mun.” So, which bathroom was I in?
As I walked thru this large facility that reminded me of the Monterey Fairgrounds, I came across a puppy. It looked like a Basset hound but has this really big squishy nose. It was very cute. Then I noticed there was a pen of them, around 20 I’d say. They had different markings but seemed to be part of the same litter. All of them had these large squishy noses but were very cute.
I returned to my seat to find that two blond guys were now cuddling on the bench. One was laying in the other’s lap, and the other was whispering sweet nothings in to the one’s ear. I was like, what’s going on here? I thought you guys were straight…
