Thread: n-N's DJ~

nice and long and comforting dreams

strarted a race with Kiza in some simulation or something, where we would race and demolish cars. I couldn't stop winning, as I am the best at everything.

for some of it though, we were driving and I got in a huge pile-up. I power ahead anyways and run through everything, having my car/truck stripped to just it's frame. then it's chasis. then it didn't even have it's wheels, and it looked like legos, all forming a loose outline, looking something like a cross.
I magically piloted this to the finish, and we got out of our cars or the simulator or something and went and had a huge man-hug. we were in the church parking lot, and I got so excited, I gave him a noogie. we both though the same thing, but Kiza said it first. "You're a white dude, and you just gave me a noogie." he said condescendingly. I repeated him, and added "yeah, I'm cool".
other friends/family/people came out of the long outer hall of the church, coming down to us

dream spinning somewhere else? probably entirely different dream

saw a car stuck underneath the ground again. it was hollow, and looked polished, like a pool. reminded me of a loading screen for the next dream.

I walk into a convenience store, a fairly large one. there's brown all over, and several bored people. I walk to the end of the store and give my usual tone of voice, saying something like "is there more of the store?" or "is this all of the store?"
a woman in her late 30s comes up to me happily, greeting me. a woman/man in drag greets me happily as well, and wonders if I wanted to get dressed up for a boy or girl. It surprised me, but I said yes as a reaction. The store is now much more bright, very colourful, mirrors on the wall. it's a good shop.
outside the church in the dark corner/in a dark closet of some kind, I'm given instructions and clothes, and one bottle of blue dye. I was very worried my hair would stay curly, and look ridiculous. the idea to only dye one part of it never came to me.
so it was some sort of ridiculous ritual necessary for transgendering me, and they had to get all the shop and some animal together. they all counted down as I dressed myself and sprayed the dye thick in my hair. As the door opened, I told her I wasn't ready. about 10 seconds later I came out anyways, and walked towards the mirror very nervously. it was already across the room from me, so I looked down because I didn't want to see/was embarrassed. as I came to the mirror I saw I had fairly blue hair, an almost morphing colour. as I noticed my hair was still a little curly, I looked down. I was wearing something pink, and looked like a shy little wanna-be dyke. ah well, it was pretty.

mom probably made some comment as she drove me to the park. Imani was there and she just made her usual face/comment, not saying anything about the dress/hair. I was both annoyed and relieved she didn't comment. argh.
swings and jungle-gyms everywhere. typical park. gloomy weather.

I come back to the parlor, named "Kostume Kentral". they complimented me again, and

argh memory. wish I could expand on that.

I would look pretty badass with some dark blue hair...