fucked-up dream # 324,511,358,756,845,153,364

i was at dillard’s (i don’t know why dillard’s) with some friends from high school. apparently there was a reunion, and it was going to be a pajama formal, which meant that everyone had to wear really nice pajamas. we were in the victoria’s secret section (??) of dillard’s, looking at the lingerie (the respectable lingerie, to be sure). i needed small sizes, which i couldn’t find, so holley and jean were helping me find them. this doesn’t make sense because holley and jean would need small sizes too, but whatever. holley also found these brown velvet shoes with about a thousand beads and sequins all over them, to match my brown lingerie. my brown lingerie was really ugly, by the way, but i didn’t know that in the dream.

i was trying on the shoes in one of the aisles, and i stood up and saw another girl i knew from high school. she had been a cheerleader, and to complete the stereotype, after high school we had heard that she’d gotten pregnant. she asked me if i remembered her, and i told her yes. she told me that she remembered me. she said, “your name’s alison headley,” and i said, um, yes. she said something rude after that, i don’t remember what. i didn’t care, and i suppose i made it pretty obvious, because she ran off in a huff (what does that mean anyway? i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone “run off in a huff”). then a little boy ran up to me and started shooting me with this clear plastic gun that had swirling red lights and made all sorts of screeching noises. he shot me. right there in the lingerie department. bizarre.

i probably owe this dream to the fact that i folded out my futon last week. because i can’t get it to fold up again i’ve been sleeping on it ever since, and it’s not terribly comfortable after an entire week. just now i spent a few minutes trying to fold it up, which culminated in me yelling “fuck!” and hurting my back a lot.  maybe it looks good all folded out like that, right next to the coffee table.  yes.  yes, i think it does.