i'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming.

anyway, i had this dream last night. or the night before. i posted this in someone's comments, then copied and pasted. so everytime you see the word "you" not in quotes imagine the name "nicole". i apparently dream about "nicole" a lot. ok, here goes:

so i had this dream last night (does this sound familiar?) and it's a two parter.
part one: i cut open my finger and i kept bleeding and someone says to me "how do you get off like that?" and you say "you can always use a water pick" and i say "highly overrated."
weird. then, later. i am at your house. i show up i don't know why and i am tired and disshevelled and i fall asleep on the ottoman. in the morning you wake me up and people are drinking wine and i go to the bathroom to put on my jordache jeans and you knock and say that you have a paper t-shirt and a diaper if i need it. i wonder why you are telling me this. then i realize that i must have like...menstruated all over your ottoman. but i look in my underwear and i swear to you that it was not me. that i was not menstruating. then i realize that the same thing had happened the last time i stayed at your place, and i wasn't really sure what to say for myself. i mean...i knew i didn't do it. but i really couldn't prove that.