american dreaming

have been exceptionally introverted for the past week or so.introverted translates into being flat broke. however,i did hair yesterday and made enough to go out for tapas with deb.she showed up at my house after work,so i loaned her a cute skirt and some beaded flipflops,because dish is kinda like that.we talked and talked and tried to figure out something about seeing a movie,but gave up,and decided to go driving around in central gardens and idlewild district daydream house-shopping,then went for icecream since it was sooo hot outside.so we ate icecream and watched the sun go down and talked about what we would do with one of those big old houses in the historical district.after that we sat around on my futon trying to cheer up boss.she just had to break up with someone whom we have all been friends with a really long time,and we all love him,but when it isn't working,it isn't working.he's been making her miserable for a while now and this is the second time she has had to break up with him.so deb and i distracted her by talking to her about politics and history and making new habits and i am hoping that she went home feeling better.
so today i went back to being "introverted" and did almost nothing all day until coming to work.i stayed in bed way too late,i was having such strange dreams that i kept going back to sleep.i was in a house that had a really long hallway,or more like rooms that just lead into another room,that leads into another room,and so on and so on.this actually shows up quite often in my dreams .once it was supposed to be my apartment,except i went thru a door in the back wall of the bathroom,and there were several rooms that contained undustrial restaurant kitchens,then after those were a few store rooms,then a really big store that was comprised of a bunch of strung together rooms that sold all manner of things and i was testing beds,and i had picked out a little glass ball that had a whole little world inside of it.it was all very very strange.
i also still have dreams about this little room for storage that had a little five foot tall door,it was in the back of my mother's walk in closet.it was where she put all her old clothes and shoes.she would let me play inside there,playing dress-up,and there was an 8 track player with a bunch of her motown 8track cassettes.so i was always diana ross,or sometimes aretha franklin,or once in a great while,i was otis redding.i could act a fool in there as much as i wanted,and be as loud as i wanted,because it was under an eave of the house and noone could hear me.i considered my mother's little storage room my own little world,because noone else was allowed in there.also because it was the room inside of the closet,and unless you walked all the way to the back and moved the clothes out of the way,you would never know that little door was there.i still to this day have dreams about rooms with all wooden planking walls.