January 23, 2004

I was walking my dog around town, I knew it was Moscow, but it wasn't like Moscow really. The dream had been going on for quite some time before I started walking my dog, but I don't remember any of it before that point. So I'm walking, and it's late at night, and for some reason I decide to break into some random house to take a shower. It seems like there was something about this house that made me want to go into it, but I don't remember that part either. So I go into this house, and I'm feeling pretty proud of myself because I'm breaking the rules, and laughing about how surprised the people who are sleeping upstairs will be when they wake up to find that somebody was making themselves right to home in their home while they were just obliviously snoozing away. So I take a shower, and I'm wandering around with my hair wrapped in a towel, trying to find all of my stuff (I apparently had a bag with me with an extra change of clothes) in the dark of the living room, and there's this weird decorative partition-like thing that keeps rattling loudly everytime I take a step anywhere in this room, and I'm starting to get kinda sketchy about being there, so I find all my shit and grab my dog and I go to the front door, and the door opens with some extra force from the outside and I realize right as I'm opening the door that there's somebody opening it from outside, and my heart starts pounding, and I'm just like, "Shit!!! What am I going to do?!?!?!" And then the person that's coming in, a woman I think, who's mostly in shadow, sees me there (also in shadow) and says, "Oh. There's someone here with a dog." And I'm just like, "Yup," and go running out the door before she can turn on a light and get a look at me. There's this big front yard, and a driveway that kind of meanders back and forth up to the house, and my dog and I go tearing out across this yard and over a hill and disappear into some trees, and then we're walking alongside a street, and I'm thinking that the cops are going to be looking for a person with a towel wrapped around their head walking a dog, so I stop at this house, where apparently I know some people. They're having a party, or maybe there's just a bunch of people there, but this house is huge and I go wandering around in it, saying hi to all these people that I knew in the dream, but I've never really seen before. At one point I noticed that the towel that had been on my head had fallen off and was being trampled into the floor, and I remember very distinctly feeling very disappointed because I'd wanted to keep it as kind of a souvenir of my exploits, and then telling myself that it was probably for the best that it was gone because that's how the bad guys always get caught, because they keep something that can tie them to the scene of the crime. So I go into another room and in there are a bunch of people that I do actually know in real life, and they're all surprised to see me because I usually don't show up to parties, and I sit down on a couch and start watching a movie or something with all these people, and one person in particular, who is someone I know and who I don't feel inclined to name here, sit's down on the floor in front of me, and kind of nestles in between my legs. After the movie's done, I stand up and there's a blanket on my lap that falls to the floor and, lo, I'm completely naked! And I realize that the person that had been sitting in front of me had taken my clothes off, apparently while I wasn't looking or something, but it doesn't bother me at all. The room is full of people and they all just kind of look at me like it's nothing new, and I don't give a shit either, I'm just looking around to find my clothes again, which have completely disappeared. Then the same person who took my clothes off suddenly has them in front of him, and proceeds to do something that I'm not going to describe because I find it slightly disturbing, although it didn't bother me at all in the dream. It went on for a long time after that too, but I don't remember any of that either except going to another house, which was my house I think. I remember toward the end of it, feeling very apprehensive and anxious because I was sure that I was going to get in trouble for breaking into the first house, and then I woke up, and it took a few minutes to realize that it had all been a dream.