lots and lots of weirdness
umm, ok. weird thing. the woman i live with just came in and made some comment about how it's good that i'm here, because she was starting to worry about me, and that if i'm planning to go away for a few days or something, i should let her know, so she knows not to worry...
this is weird for a number of reasons. reason numero uno being: i didn't go anywhere!!! i was gone during the afternoon on saturday, and morning til midafternoon on sunday. but really, i've been here more or less the whole time!! i'm so confused...
and i've been having weird dreams. last night, i dreamed that i was in some sort of cabin/cafe (it was supposed to be a cafe, but it was more like the main cabin, where you eat and hang out and stuff, when you go to winter adventure camp or something...i don't know), and i picked up a mug and filled it with coffee out of some sort of thermos and added some milk (which is weird, because i'm going through a black coffee phase), and the milk was spoiled. but instead of saying anything to the people in the cabin/cafe, i just took my coffee with the chunky milk and went outside and threw the coffee in the bushes. but somehow it splashed all over my leg, and i was upset, because it was cold out, and it didn't want to have a wet pant leg. then i realized i was wearing these my "ass pants" (in russian accent, "what is this word, 'ass pants'?" =)) these black pants that i used to wear to work all the time--i have no idea what they're made of, but they always seem to repel whatever liquid is spilled on them, and working at starbucks and greek's, that was quite useful! so i shake the coffee off of my pant leg, noting to my satisfaction, that it's practically dry again already, and start walking. i was on my way to this drama club/thrift store place. it's in the upstairs of an old house. the store is run by people from a theatre group, who work there voluntarily, selling stuff--random stuff, secondhand clothing, bracelets and necklaces made by the theatre people, whatever. you have to climb up this weird staircase outside the house to get to the store, and as i was working my way through the crowd--i have no idea why so many people were there--i ran into these 3 drag queens. one of them was named helen. what does that have to do with anything?? i don't know either. finally, i get upstairs and start looking around. there doesn't seem to be anyone working, so i figured they ran downstairs to grab something or went outside to smoke or something. the lights were on and everything was normal--it wasn't like they were closed or something. then i hear all these voices and footsteps on the stairs--they're coming up from both the back and front staircases, and i can tell from their voices, that they're a tourist group from a language school. great. they come into the room, and the tour leader lady explains a bit about the store and how it's run by the theatre people, and how they make a lot of their own stuff, etc. then she asks if any of them have any questions for me. (she seemed to think i was working there. i went along with it.) a young man raised his hand and asked what i thought was the best thing about germany. i have no idea what i told him, but i remember being confused, because they didn't seem to realize that i wasn't german.
then i woke up. very confused.
this is weird for a number of reasons. reason numero uno being: i didn't go anywhere!!! i was gone during the afternoon on saturday, and morning til midafternoon on sunday. but really, i've been here more or less the whole time!! i'm so confused...
and i've been having weird dreams. last night, i dreamed that i was in some sort of cabin/cafe (it was supposed to be a cafe, but it was more like the main cabin, where you eat and hang out and stuff, when you go to winter adventure camp or something...i don't know), and i picked up a mug and filled it with coffee out of some sort of thermos and added some milk (which is weird, because i'm going through a black coffee phase), and the milk was spoiled. but instead of saying anything to the people in the cabin/cafe, i just took my coffee with the chunky milk and went outside and threw the coffee in the bushes. but somehow it splashed all over my leg, and i was upset, because it was cold out, and it didn't want to have a wet pant leg. then i realized i was wearing these my "ass pants" (in russian accent, "what is this word, 'ass pants'?" =)) these black pants that i used to wear to work all the time--i have no idea what they're made of, but they always seem to repel whatever liquid is spilled on them, and working at starbucks and greek's, that was quite useful! so i shake the coffee off of my pant leg, noting to my satisfaction, that it's practically dry again already, and start walking. i was on my way to this drama club/thrift store place. it's in the upstairs of an old house. the store is run by people from a theatre group, who work there voluntarily, selling stuff--random stuff, secondhand clothing, bracelets and necklaces made by the theatre people, whatever. you have to climb up this weird staircase outside the house to get to the store, and as i was working my way through the crowd--i have no idea why so many people were there--i ran into these 3 drag queens. one of them was named helen. what does that have to do with anything?? i don't know either. finally, i get upstairs and start looking around. there doesn't seem to be anyone working, so i figured they ran downstairs to grab something or went outside to smoke or something. the lights were on and everything was normal--it wasn't like they were closed or something. then i hear all these voices and footsteps on the stairs--they're coming up from both the back and front staircases, and i can tell from their voices, that they're a tourist group from a language school. great. they come into the room, and the tour leader lady explains a bit about the store and how it's run by the theatre people, and how they make a lot of their own stuff, etc. then she asks if any of them have any questions for me. (she seemed to think i was working there. i went along with it.) a young man raised his hand and asked what i thought was the best thing about germany. i have no idea what i told him, but i remember being confused, because they didn't seem to realize that i wasn't german.
then i woke up. very confused.
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