is part of growing up...
13 Aug 2002 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorene...learning to not feel faintly guilty if you disappoint your dad? i'm afraid i'm not grown up, then. going to bed at two and getting up at 6:30 simply cannot become a regular habit of mine.
i had this dream where my dad was working late voluntarily and me and my mom were following directions to go find him and i finally had to stop the car and kick her out of the driver's seat and drive. she thought we were looking for a school, and she kept thinking that maybe a church was it. (me: no. that would not be a school, that would be an episcopal church, which it says right on it, down on the sign there under the steeple. with the cross.) and we're looking for a house and it says to turn at woodland forrest, which she hasn't told me yet, and i suddenly realize we want woodland forrest, the neighborhood, not woodland forrest, the school, and i say, 'and you thought that maybe, the directions for getting to a residential house owned by a rich person involved turning not at the entrance to the uppity neighborhood called woodland forrest but at the elementary school of the same name? maybe they've got some mansions stuffed back with the dumpsters? a shortcut through the grass and a trailer park or two and voila, a gated estate?'
something like that. i woke up all irritated and then she disoriented me by coming to give me a kiss on the cheek. heh. not her fault she's a bit scatterbrained sometimes, and besides which, she's not THAT scatterbrained. it was a pretty funny dream, all things considered.
where're my pants.
goddammit.
i had this dream where my dad was working late voluntarily and me and my mom were following directions to go find him and i finally had to stop the car and kick her out of the driver's seat and drive. she thought we were looking for a school, and she kept thinking that maybe a church was it. (me: no. that would not be a school, that would be an episcopal church, which it says right on it, down on the sign there under the steeple. with the cross.) and we're looking for a house and it says to turn at woodland forrest, which she hasn't told me yet, and i suddenly realize we want woodland forrest, the neighborhood, not woodland forrest, the school, and i say, 'and you thought that maybe, the directions for getting to a residential house owned by a rich person involved turning not at the entrance to the uppity neighborhood called woodland forrest but at the elementary school of the same name? maybe they've got some mansions stuffed back with the dumpsters? a shortcut through the grass and a trailer park or two and voila, a gated estate?'
something like that. i woke up all irritated and then she disoriented me by coming to give me a kiss on the cheek. heh. not her fault she's a bit scatterbrained sometimes, and besides which, she's not THAT scatterbrained. it was a pretty funny dream, all things considered.
where're my pants.
goddammit.
