Mace v.1.3.10

I had some weird-ass dreams last night:

1. I arrive for some dance practice at a studio I have never been to before, although I seem pretty familiar with it. The room I’m using is down some stairs, with a huge paned window from floor to ceiling. Outside is a beautiful view of a small amount of beach and the ocean. As I’m warming up, the waves are getting larger and larger. I can see a tail sticking out of the water. Suddenly, a hammerhead shark the size of a city bus washes up on the beach. The undertow drags him back a little, but the next, bigger wave pushes him back up. I’m beginning to feel concern for the shark when the waves increase in size again and start crashing into the window. I start backing up towards the stairs when there’s a shattering sound and I look up. Near the ceiling, a great white shark has been caught in a window pane, halfway through. It’s holding still, but it’s eyes are looking around. In fact, its eyes were pretty human/cartoon looking, since they had pupils, and I’m pretty sure real sharks have little black beady eyes. I went running upstairs to tell the woman at the front desk that there was a shark halfway through the window, and she seemed pretty casual about the whole thing. My dance teacher, who had just arrived, apologized for being late, and I told her we should probably just cancel the class.
2. I’m driving city streets with Jesse. At some point, I pick up two more people who in reality I don’t know. We’re driving towards some county-fair looking place. Evidently there’s a wedding to take place there that I’m crashing. I keep trying to figure out how I know the bride and groom (who I never see during the course of the dream). I keep asking the people in the back seat, but they’re very vague. I pull into a dirt parking lot and try to find somewhere to park. Evidently it’s a wedding/swap meet, as there are people with booths or tables all over the parking lot with various kinds of wares. I find somewhere to park (after almost running over a piece of rope with a fancy “no parking” sign on it). We get out of the car and the back seat people open the trunk and start changing. I see Kathy Bates, who is evidently the mother of someone I know. I ask her is she knows how I know the bride and groom, and she doesn’t know either, and is in a hurry because the ceremony is going to start soon and she hasn’t changed either. I look back to the back seat people and they’re changing into Renaissance gear. I groan, and look up ahead of my car. There’s a huge amphitheater, almost straight up, and evidently breaking the laws of gravity because I can see into it, and it’s full of people in period costume. I decide maybe I don’t want to crash the wedding.

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