strange dream: adr2 bliss and i were traveling in seemingly the boston area. we stopped at an old house turned hotel to get rooms for the night. at this point it’s afternoon and adr2 and bliss went in to book rooms and i stayed in the car. for hours and hours and hours. finally i call adr2 and she doesn’t answer, so i call bliss and she doesn’t answer. i get out of the car and yell HELLO really loud down the street but there’s no one around. i start to go up to the house and call adr2 again and i hear a phone ringing. her phone is on the ground next to me, she threw it out the window. it’s an iphone so i pick it up cuz at least then i can play with it. i go back to the car to call the hotel and see if i can get them on a room phone. the guy answers and i ask for them and he said there’s no one with that name. so i ask for the white girl with pink hair and the black girl who asked for rooms who left me sitting outside in the car for the last 6 hours. he said i’m not allowed to talk to them. i’m like wtf. he starts explaining to me that i can’t see them, that no one can, because they have a disease that in the final stages shows up as a big skin infection, and that they are dying. only a day or 2 left to live. really adr2 has the disease, but bliss wanted to stay with her and it turns out she had already caught it anyway. i can’t see them because they didn’t want me to catch it. so i ask the guy why is he letting them stay and putting himself at risk then. he said something about how he felt bad and that he had a duty. i sorta convince him to let me go to their room, and he tells me how to get there – turn this way and that way and down that hall and i’m like wtf is this place a maze. then he starts giving me a phone number that was bizarrely long that i didn’t remember. finally i’m like whatever, is there another hotel i can stay at, and he gives me directions. so i go to this other hotel and get a room and i’m really fucking pissed off at everything. magically adr2 shows up in the room and i’m like wtf i thought you were dying. i guess there was some miracle and she wasn’t really dying. so i’m like what the fuck, you were just going to fake your death and not ever tell me you were still alive? like i wouldn’t end up seeing you around town or at a show, and then what, how were you going to explain that? and she’s talking about how she’s glad she envisioned me taking this better (cuz i guess that means this wasn’t real and when it really did happen i was going to take it better?) i was so fucking mad and she kept talking and i just stood there glaring at her. then people came to take us off to the psych ward for some reason.
also i’m totally not feeling halloween. i don’t want to dress up for work cuz i really don’t have a costume. i was just going to wear my fishnet dress and my boots i bought some devil horns so i could say i was something, and not just wearing show clothes. i’m also going to freeze in it at work (if it still fits at all). so i dunno what to do…