* gail and i are in this extravagant eastern orthodox church. it's covered in paintings of saints with lots of gold leaf. it's stunningly beautiful. i think one of the painting is of mary and baby. her gown was deep red. ( i can't look at too many pictures to post on the blog because i fear forgetting what it looked like in the dream. sorry. ) there is a massive auditorium with stadium setting. the baloney has a curtain over it. does the performance happen in there sometimes? when you desire to leave the church one of the novices has to rush you out in secret. you scamper along with them till you reach the outside. why must you do this, is someone watching? i see that gail is making her escape. i decide to follow in her footsteps. the young novices that helps me slip out is wearing lime green/blue converse. he reminds me of a boy i went to high school with, i didn't like him much tho, not as much as i like this kid. gail and i decide to kidnapped/rescue the priest to be. the car in parked up past the cross of the mortars. are we in the old honda? the young man and i are sitting in the back as gail swings the car around in get away fashion. the boy and i are holding hands. i think to myself this is the most contact he has probably ever had with a girl. it's intense to comprehend that this might be the most action he has ever gotten. i feel that it's wrong and very, very, exciting.
i wake up and have to go to the rest room.
* when i reenter the dream i'm back in the auditorium, watching a play or something. in the dream i understand that i've already done this. that it's sort of a rerun, or deja vu.
* i'm somewhere strange trying to get away from the place or a person. is it an airport? i'm missing parts of this dream that i know are interesting. i'm checking my email, the email is interactive. so as i read something i am doing it or see it. lenora has sent me a film that i was in a long time ago. as i watch the film, it is actually happening. her and i pole dancing around in a loft space. the other part of her film is 'set' in my very punkrock style stage from high school. i have long light purple hair. i have no memory of this in the dream. ( cause it never really happened) i think i'm looking in the mirror with my strange hair. i open another email. in the email brianna is telling me that she never really got married. she's not even dating that guy. they thought i would be a funny joke. the dream made more sense than reality. i still don't understand why bri is married (to that guy). * shrug*
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Ha, it WOULD be totally like Brianna to tell people she got married as a funny joke.
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