dream journal 5/7 ( yeah, it was a while agoooo)

yeah, i wrote this dream out in the morning, so please excuse any bad grammar, and the excessive number of 'i was like' and 'she was all''s. my brain is not anywhere near functional in the early wee hours of the day. ok. so. Me and Kathryn are in a bookstore, in the manga section. except it's lame, so we're kinda frustrated. I'm trying to find volume eight of D.Gray-Man, and she's just checking out this hella weird skull propaganda display. Did i mention there was more merchandise than actual manga? veerrrrrry weird. So I'm like "hey, do you think theres more somewhere else?" and shes all "maybe?" So i go up to this official-looking guy, and there was this whole entire line just to talk to him, which struck my dream-self as hilariously funny. i dunno why. but anyways, he gets to us, and i ask him about the manga, and he says "yes. theres another section with more for your age group." so we staaaaaaaaaaaaaare at him until he says " ok, go find the closest hotspot and go up the stairs." Kathryn's like 'wut?' and im like WTF because 'hotspots' is a word that both my therapist and my history teacher use, so it had me thoroughly confuzzled. Then Kathryn says 'hotspots, Grace. Y'know, a place where they make food." oh, ok. WHATEVER......so we wander around for a bit, and at that point, the bookstore becomes a huge, fancy old-fashioned house. Theres a ton of rooms, full of random ass furniture. There was this one room with nothing but a black vase on the floor, surrounded by people in folding chairs, just staring at it. uh huh. And as we turned around to leave, someone yelled "Grace!" and i yelled "HEY!" back. ~le shrug~ so FINALLY we pass this place where people are...making food.we look around and OH HAY is that a staircase? oh my, how convenient that is.

so what else do we do? we go up the stairs, of course. Once we get to the top, me and Kat aren't me and Kat anymore. We're just these two boys looking for something, i have no idea what. 'Kat' found a boarded up door, and she was trying to open it. In all my boyishness, i told her not to because i had a manly sense of foreboding about what was behind the window. ( which was not, incidentally, what we were looking for. i knew this because i had a penis. at least, i think i did. i never actually checked.) but -he- persisted. so, like a true male, i turned tail and fled. suddenly -poof!- now I'm a tall dark man who randomly works in the big fancy house and cleans stuff, and let me tell you, i was HOT. my handsome man dream person was also in love with girl-me. As in, a tall blond girl who looks like me, only more attractive, cause its my dream. duh. So i go around opening random doors, looking for the evasive mysterious something. The house, BTW, was shaped like a big rectangle, with two stories of rooms on the edges and a big pretty courtyard in the middle. I'm on the bottom floor in the courtyard, and i look up and randomly switch tenses and see the two boys whose bodies Kat and i had previously occupied. I see them, and they see me, and we all start running frantically. I am unsure, at this point, whether we were racing to find the whatever, or if we were working together. So, i go through a really cool mural tunnel to the outside of the house. i run past these filthy windows that are all open, and the people inside are talking about me. They're complaining about how i never clean their rooms, and then i realize that these people are Jews. like its the holocaust or something, and they all live in the basement. And i don't clean their rooms because I'm a freakin Nazi. not really. Cause the "Jews' actually live better then i do, besides their abysmally filthy living quarters that i don't clean because I'm a RACIST. (only in the mornings. really.) they're all laughing and playing in the beautiful green grass and crap around the house while I'm stuck washing the same shit over and over and looking for something that refuses to be found. So i get up and fly away. the end.