Not like myself...

Last night dreams were a bit scarce. The only one that really stands out was that I was at a dance, and it seemed like a high school dance but there was alcohol. I was wearing a black satin dress, nothing too fancy and it wasn't even sexy. It was strapless and floorlength, lots of tule underneath. My hair was up in twists and I felt like I had been dressed by someone else, because I took no particular pride in my apearance. I was actually kind of sad and feeling lonely. I had a date to the dance someone I hardly knew, the whole thing seemed pre-arranged. Non of the other girls seemed interested in talking to me, I had a couple drinks and started to feel a little more loose. My date was an excellent dancer and we moved well on the dance floor, but once we moved off to the side there was little to say. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I wrestled with the tule and managed to wedge myself in to a stall, I was a little tipsy and was trying to be extra careful to navigate, the large dress and high heels in the small space. There were a few other girls in the room and they were giggling and chatting, they looked like they were having fun, as I moved out of the stall I smiled at one, she gave me a pitying look. As I was about to wash my hands, three police officers entered the ladies bathroom. We were all startled, they said, "how many people are in here?"  We looked around, and one of the other girls in a very chic red dress said "just us." The officer said "we will need to ID all of you and check you for narcotics. Please line up here near the sink." I had many questions but I didn't ask them. Why were they in here, not out in the party? Was I going to be in trouble for drinking? the officers came forward, and started asking questions to each of us. I was trying to listen to the other girls see what they were saying, but the officer in front of me was loud and kept repeating everything I was getting scared. He asked me again, "Ma'am do you have your I'd on you?" I looked at him, I said, "I am sorry, I am just a bit confused and I don't know what's going on." The officer said, "look Ma'am I need to see your I'd make sure you are old enough to be here ok?" I replied, "well I haven't washed my hands yet." The office gave me a look of impatience and said "look lady neither have I so do you have your ID?" I nodded and turned around, I reached into the bodice of my dress to pull out the small card holder I had. The officer said, "hey lady! Hands where I can see them!" I turned around and gave the officer an impatient look of my own, I said "I am just trying to get my ID!" He looked apologetic an said "well ok but just face me ok so I can see what's coming." After I had handed him my card, he looked it over and asked me lots of questions. Who are you hear with? Are you driving? Have you been drinking? Have you taken any drugs?. When the barrage of questions was over he shined a light in my eyes. To the other cops he said, "hey this one is a little drunk, but that's about it." They replied, "we have got about the same here. Let's get out of here." And then they just left. The other girl were talking to each other and I wanted to join them but I knew they would not want me to. I was afraid to go back out to the dance floor, but it was uncomfortable to stay.

This seems to be all I can remember and then the dream shifted. I was dreaming that I was waking up in a hotel room late for a party, but those thoughts are all vague.

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How I dream

It seems my mind goes on a field trip when I sleep. I have a desire to track this adventure, so this seems like a great place to start. I find if I wake slowly and linger a while under the covers, I can usually hold on to whatever I was just dreaming. This makes for a sleepy headed girl in the morning though. I am not an early riser, and I could say its because I am trying to sort out my dreams and get a hold of them before they drift away. It also could be because I am just warm and comfy and like to snuggle. I wont say that I hate mornings, because that is silly, and it would be a wasted effort to hate something that will inevitably happen everyday. I love mornings, as long as I can slowly wake up and linger under the covers for a while until I am ready to get up.