06.22.2007 ~ nap time from 2-4.  I couldn't wake up. X(

I was at school and I was at a GLBT meeting.  The only people there was a cross between someone I know in real life, Ellen, and someone else... We were waiting.  I still felt like an outcast.  I knew she had to be there early because she was the organizer, but there was no reason for me to hang around like a nerd so early.  So I went and was looking elsewhere for something to do around the school.

So I was at the school, and they were having Chicken races around some platform in the middle of the building... they were up on the platform, and there was a bunch of ramps, rods holding the platform in place, and other stuff around the whole racetrack area.  I had to go across and they told me to hurry just as it started.  Something came at me and I was trying to get out of the way.. maybe it was a small human that was slick and rotty, and it wasn't walking but it was in motion towards me and almost bumped into me but I got out of the way.  I got across the races and went into another part of the school.  There was this chick who had an announcement job.  She'd been doing sorts of announcements.  She was having trouble doing the announcement and was looking at the flier all funky.  I said "is that the GBLT meeting?"  And she said "yeah, I'm just having trouble figuring out what to say."  I asked her if she'd like me to say GBLT and she said yeah - fine.  'Cause I was going through what GBLT stood for.  I got over the intercom and said that the GBLT meeting was being held as we speak, and that GBLT stands for... and anyone who has anything o do with people who are GBLT can come to the meeting. And then there's no room number... no room number, I'm on the spot on the intercom, and my eyes are flying through the flier and can't see a room number.  So I say "oh shit," and then just give my cell phone number and clarified my cell phone number just in case anyone wanted directions.

I don't think the next is the same dream.  I'm naked, and the guys I'm with won't let me go.  Oh - it is the same dream.  And so we're on the street and they're looking for this lady's house, and we pass the place where the chicken racing took place.  I said she's got a red door, but I don't remember what else - 'cause they're going to just kill me if I don't give them the information.  And so we all go into this tiny apartment complex or something and they're focused on doing something else so I'm not where they left me.  I turn the corner just in time to see the dude shoot the lady in the head.  I suck myself back into the little space in the wall and hope they don't see me.  They don't - they just go.  I'm wandering around that area (still nude) and a cop or something see's me (more of a detective) and he takes note of me but doesn't say anything.  And then I'm back in the house again and I'm going out the front door and the door has been redone with a briiiight red stained-glass looking finish on the bottom and bright glass on the top.  And the thought ran through my mind that I hope the stuff is dried alread and that I won't leave fingerprints so that they think it was me who killed her.

Then I was talking to this other lady and she brought out a picture of her rabbit from an envelope.  And what she had it in was this cute little ceramic frame that had some sort of tiny hinges on it.  Maybe it was a carry-around urn?  And for some reason I was thinking that I was responsible for that other woman's rabbit's death........