This is what I dreamed about, because, it's too weird not to broadcast.
I was with my family outside a theater, waiting to go in. I don't think we were there intentionally, we were just milling around, looking for something to do, and there happened to be a show. I think my dad must have gone off to buy tickets, because although I was with everyone, then I was alone, and sort of carried by the crowd into a small amphitheater. It was indoors, steep, and very white. At the edge of the theater was a court jester. Like a very tall, think man in a very exaggerated red and black outfit, complete with belled hat....
Oh shut up, Ryan Gosling. I supported you when you went through that floppy hair 90s post-Mickey Mouse phase. Might I remind you....
So there.
Now, where was I?
Okay, I wandered through the jester-guarded door, and I was in a much different theater, also an amphitheater, but instead of white concrete, it was a sort of various tiers, some segmented by walls that blocked half the view of the stage. In the back there's sort of a patio area where I saw a friend of mine and her husband sitting in tall bar chairs under an umbrella.
You know, you are the worst, Ryan Gosling. This is my blog! I will write whatever I choose.
But there were midget acrobats and the Easter Bunny and cans of cat food covered in sprinkles and, and, and....
Oh crap, you're right, this is boring. It's just that dreams that involved always leave me feeling off, like there's something I need to know that I didn't get, and examining them sometimes helps. Although of course, that means I'm looking for symbols in nonsense. Curse you, Gosling.
No. Dammit.
Thanks, Ryan Gosling. That helps.
