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Friday, December 17, 2004

Where's you head at?

I had a great night. It was the soc ball, which was, somewhat pointlessly, held on a boat. (So it was just like a normal disco, but it was more expensive, and occasionally the dance floor would lurch sideways). It was good fun, and I looked classy until I got under the UV light and my white bra started glowing through my red dress. I solved this by taking it off, and waving it around my head, thus squeezing the last few drops of class out of my act. The music was pretty good- starting with some motown while we were sober, moving to chart cheeze when we were all trollied, and winding up with some xmas tunes. I had a nice dance with Alex- when he's not throwing wild shapes, the boy can move! He's a very good lead. Me and Steph had to walk home becasue we couldn't find a taxi, and Steph got sick of me hobblign pathetically in bare feet, so she gave me her boots and walked in my toe pinching stilletoes. I fell into bed, and forgot to take my pill, oops. I woke at 5, and couldn't get back to sleep. Eventually I slipped back into a doze, and had the most amazing dream. It really affected me, the imagery was obscure, but it seemed to have hidden meaning, and it has been troubling me. I woke feeling confused, and pretty out of it. The dream has been preying on my mind and distracting me. I won't describe it in detail, since it wouldn't sound sensible or particularly interesting, but there was a part where a handsome bloke was trying to teach me to fly; we were trapped and he was trying to give me the confidence to escape. I leaned close to kiss him, but slowly and hesitantly, just like any sober first kiss. He started to laugh, and told me basically to get on with it! I kissed him, and it was tender and comforting. I've had the same dream before, some time ago.

Guess I should go and get some lunch, and maybe play with my 'peekaboo poledancing kit'- I REALLY appreciated Andy sendign this particular gift to me via work stores. I've not done anything today, but I feel like getting out of here, there's some ghosts I can't quite see lingering in my head still.

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