Hello! Today I've decide to give out a little information. Today is January 22nd, which is the anniversary of the births of DJ Jazzy Jeff and John Hurt, who is one of my favorite English actors. Today also marks the anniversary of the deaths of Heath Ledger and Lyndon B. Johnson.
Anyways I was sifting through old draft e-mails and I came across a dream that I had written down for some reason. I thought it was worth sharing so I've decided to incorporate it into my blog today. This dream I think was written down in 2009 I think. So yeah, here it is. Hooray!
I was working in a big airport running errands on a bike for a living. I had one casual friend in the airport of whom I did not know the name. She was a pretty short haired blond girl who sold roses out of a basket. Every time I rode by here we would make casual conversation and joke around but never formally introduced ourselves. One day I was running an errand and I saw a girl with long brown hair and somewhat darker skin as if she were middle eastern. She was running across one of the terminals wearing a long sort of robe and a scarf around the top of her head and across her face, clearly trying to hide her identity from someone although her curly brown hair was falling out of the back of the scarf. Seeing as it was none of my business I kept on running my errand and didn't see here for the rest of the day. The next day I was doing my job again and I happened to ride past my rose selling friend. "If your family is so poor why is it that you're the only member that ever seems to be working here?" she asked. "I'm sure it's the same reason as yours," I replied, " they thought it would be best to send the most attractive family member so that more people would be willing to hire!" She laughed at my dumb attempt at flirting and we went on with our jobs. Eventually one of my jobs took me to another floor of the airport so I was forced to do it on foot. I was climbing a corner stairwell to the next floor when I came upon the same girl in the robe from the day before. This time she had no scarf on her head but instead was wearing a big bushy fake beard. I laughed and said, "You know, if you're trying to hide you're not doing a very good job." She looked at me and with a slight accent of which I could not place asked, "What should I do?" I laugh again and said, "Well, for starters, wearing that doesn't make any sense." "I see." she said, and with a quick motion she took off her robe and proceeded to walk down the stairs and into the terminal wearing nothing at all, save for the fake beard. Alarmed and slightly embarrassed I grabbed her robe off of the stairs and ran after her. I ran up to the seat in the gate she was sitting in and said "That's not what I meant!" I look around at all the people that had begun to stare and ever take pictures with their cell phones and grabbed her by the wrist. "Come on!" I said, throwing her robe into her hands. She grabbed it and I led the way as we ran back to the staircase and up to the next floor where the public was not allowed. We ran to an empty office and I shut and locked the door behind us. "Put that back on," I said to here, "and take off that stupid beard!" she did so as I looked away. As soon as she was dressed and beardless I sat down in one of the office chairs. "So what is your story?" I asked. "Why have you been here for more than a day?"
Then I woke up.
...well...lots to think about there. You might be wondering at this point and the answer is yes, I do recall some of my dreams in such detail. Not often though.
I was the bearded lady.
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