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dream fragment
Apr. 10th, 2002 10:18 amHad a restless night, waking on several occasions. The last dream I had:
I'm in a pub/nightclub of the sort where they open up the nightclub section at 11pm - there are a few of these in Dublin, although this wasn't one I recognised. It seemed to be in the Christchurch/Patrick's Street area, but the geography was a bit inconsistent with reality.
I'm with my oriental girlfriend (I don't actually have a girlfriend) and we decide to move from the pub to the club. We join the queue, and for some reason I'm not wearing my shoes and I've taken off my tshirt. Someone behind me takes my girlfriend's turquoise handbag and hangs it across my body. I feel this is a good idea. The bouncer stops me, asks me whose bag it is. I tell him it's my girlfriend's, and go to take it off. As I do so, I have to tip my head forward, and he sees that I've got a stinkin' great ponytail. And he flips. Completely. Shouting, pointing, asking if I'm blind, yadda. My girlfriend and I do the 'what-EVER' thing and walk out.
Outside, I turn around to look at the signage on the front of the place, and there's a black-and-white sign with stick figures on it in various postures. They're all labelled, but the only two I can recall are "HAIR" and "ROCKING OUT". Obviously this is the list of banned things, but there's no actual indication that it is such.
I realise that I've left my things in the bar, so I turn around and go back in to the bar section. I show the guy on the door my ticket from my earlier admission, and he waves me past, then sees the ponytail and starts shouting. Jeez, people, give it a rest. I yell back that I have to get my stuff that I've left behind in the bar, and he gestures me in skeptically. I collect my stuff and leave.
Then we walk up the hill and while I'm fiddling with my phone - I've missed a call - my girlfriend gets ahead of me and across a street while I have to wait for traffic. As I'm standing there, a guy is almost knocked down by a car cutting the corner really tightly. I eventually get to the Missed Calls part of my phone to see who called, and...
I wake up.
Now what the HELL was all that about?
I'm in a pub/nightclub of the sort where they open up the nightclub section at 11pm - there are a few of these in Dublin, although this wasn't one I recognised. It seemed to be in the Christchurch/Patrick's Street area, but the geography was a bit inconsistent with reality.
I'm with my oriental girlfriend (I don't actually have a girlfriend) and we decide to move from the pub to the club. We join the queue, and for some reason I'm not wearing my shoes and I've taken off my tshirt. Someone behind me takes my girlfriend's turquoise handbag and hangs it across my body. I feel this is a good idea. The bouncer stops me, asks me whose bag it is. I tell him it's my girlfriend's, and go to take it off. As I do so, I have to tip my head forward, and he sees that I've got a stinkin' great ponytail. And he flips. Completely. Shouting, pointing, asking if I'm blind, yadda. My girlfriend and I do the 'what-EVER' thing and walk out.
Outside, I turn around to look at the signage on the front of the place, and there's a black-and-white sign with stick figures on it in various postures. They're all labelled, but the only two I can recall are "HAIR" and "ROCKING OUT". Obviously this is the list of banned things, but there's no actual indication that it is such.
I realise that I've left my things in the bar, so I turn around and go back in to the bar section. I show the guy on the door my ticket from my earlier admission, and he waves me past, then sees the ponytail and starts shouting. Jeez, people, give it a rest. I yell back that I have to get my stuff that I've left behind in the bar, and he gestures me in skeptically. I collect my stuff and leave.
Then we walk up the hill and while I'm fiddling with my phone - I've missed a call - my girlfriend gets ahead of me and across a street while I have to wait for traffic. As I'm standing there, a guy is almost knocked down by a car cutting the corner really tightly. I eventually get to the Missed Calls part of my phone to see who called, and...
I wake up.
Now what the HELL was all that about?
