a dream last night:

tt and i are on the winetrain...only it is different than it has been described to us. the roof of the train is not glass, but wood, and the train more closely resembles boxcars than luxury travel compartments. tt and i split up for a while, looking for fun apart from each other, to meet back up later.

i end up at the bar, talking to a young but weathered asian woman, whom is very fun to talk to (unlike the paper dolls surrounding us). she is a bit sarcastic and smug in ways - we get along well. toward the end she tells me that she wants to show me something even though i need not give her any money - a return or thank you of sorts for our conversation. she hikes he skirt up over her hips and, while sitting on a chair, puts her legs up over her head in a naked V. everything is exposed, her being nude underneath her skirt, and i blush and try not to look...at the same time knowing i am supposed to, and not wanting to insult her if i did not (quite the same as in reality when the strippers come up too close...much better to watch at a distance, yes.)

i am flustered, and a bit shocked...but i realize that instead of the winetrain we must have boarded some type of strange asian pleasuretrain. interesting.

i say a fond, of sorts, goodbye and off to find the tt. when i step into his car the first thing i notice is he is at least 10 years older than current - i must be as well - and surrounded by oogling and fondling women. groovy! he is having a wonderful time and smiles at me when i nod to him, inviting me over. i step into another car, not wanting to interrupt now but knowing i will be filled in on the details later.

a few cars down the line is a ramshackle stage setup - one long stage along one side of the car. georgemichael, now at least 50 yrs. old, is doing a strange and slimy version of IWantYourSex. he gyrates his now thick hips and bum, jumping off the stage to dance closer to the guests. everyone winces and moves away from him when he approaches, not wanting to be touched and with a certain level of disgust. i watch, quite amused.

never saw that twist coming

*snicker*

it was good to not have a stress or anxiety dream. i have not remembered many of them lately, but wake up extremely tired and worn�only to go back to another exhaustive day in the Vault. the pride of being the supreme commander here, the director of sorts, wears thin. the knowledge that in 6 mo. to a year things will be better is only slightly encouraging.

*shrug*

i am lonely and tired, but at least tonight i get to spend time with sither � and perhaps fun?