Serenity's Silver Millennium

~11:30p-~6:30a
Times aren’t exact. Decided not to pay too much heed to recall today, so I basically just went to the washroom and straight back to sleep. I had a dream about my brother, Mike, in this time period, but I can’t remember what it was about.

6:30a-10:45a
A Date with a DC-Boyfriend
I was in a relationship with this DC that seemed to be a hybrid of Maxwell (the ex) and Kasey (the never-was). I remember there being lots of cuddling, for the most part. Like even sitting in a school class room and cuddling.

He was really interested in music and concerts, and he showed me his concert scheduled for July. I noticed that he has two solid weeks booked out in early July** (thought it was weird, but didn’t think much of it); I was searching for a specific date: July 28. I saw it was blocked out, so I asked, “Are you seeing Tim on the 28th?”

“Yeah, do you have tickets too?”

“Yep! Where are your seats?”

“3rd row, on the floor! Where are your seats?” he asks.

“Wayyyy in the back,” I reply.

“Well… let me see if I can convince my ‘date’ to trade with you. Then you can sit with me, and he can sit with your mum,”

So, he asked his friend (who turned out to be former-college-instructor-Jules) who totally had no problem in switching with me. He says, he’s seen Tim before, but this is a first time for me. Lucky!! I am totally overjoyed at this turn of events.

It’s concert day and I remember this weird, vague bit about climbing up this waist-high wooden platform and thinking, “Tim was just here.” OH! And it was covered in snow… in July… work that one out.

The concert was in a room… with gray carpeting and white walls. It looked like a converted classroom of sorts. There were only like 5 rows of people. And they were offering coffee from one of those Tassimo-like machines. I was somewhat late (not late enough to interrupt Tim) and I was trying to get some coffee.

There’s another random bit I remembered, but I don’t know where it fits in… where DC-boyfriend and are a cuddling again in a car… and I get a call from brother-Roger. He’s upset at me. We were out at a pet store, buying some toys and food for his cat, and he was asking for the “cat-baton,” that we bought. I pulled out this foot long, inch-diameter blue padded baton with a red bulb on the end. I’m… not really sure what it does… “What is he going to do with this??! Beat his cat with it?” I ask (I find this hysterical ).

**So, when I was still dreaming this, the two weeks of July didn't make sense. But as I was thinking about the dream while getting my coffee, it dawned on me. That's the Stampede! There's a free performance every night of the event, which is about two weeks long. Smart brain, smart!