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27th-Sep-2010 12:23 pm
Tonight I'm going to see Passion at the Donmar with vanessaw; later this week I'm seeing Flashdance (yes, I know) with penny_p. But my dream self this morning must have got the two confused, and had me preparing to see Passion with my sister. While I wouldn't call what happened next a nightmare, it was a dream that genuinely left me unsettled for the rest of the night, because as people who know me will be aware, I'm not someone who's comfortable with being late.

I was in some kind of clothes shop, and would be meeting my sister later to go to the theatre with her, but in the meantime for some reason I was supposed to buy her some trainers. The shop mostly sold clothes but there was a small area with shoes, only about three styles of trainer to choose from though. I'd forgotten her shoe size and phoned her to ask what it was, but instead of answering her phone Penny just turned up in the shop to tell me. She said she wanted to go to Pizza Express before the show, and had organised things so that we'd get to the restaurant at 7:47 precisely. I nodded before realising the show actually started at 7:30 so that was no good. In fact I checked the time and it was 6:45 already, and we should get a move on. I asked Penny if she'd made her mind up about what trainers she wanted, and she said she didn't actually want trainers. You know how people sometimes say they get woken in the night by their partner slapping them for being rude to them in a dream? Seriously, I suspect I'll be giving my sister the evil eye when I see her, for being a brat in my subconscious. The rush to get away suddenly got worse when I realised that (despite it not looking like Exeter) that's apparently where we were, and we needed to get a train quickly. The fact that the train from Exeter to London takes a few hours was a concern, but apparently not enough to make me realise that doing the trip in 45 minutes wasn't going to be possible. Although by the end of the dream I was starting to think that maybe we should give up on getting to the show at all.

I'm not joking when I say that when I woke up from that one I was a bag of nerves and had trouble getting staying asleep for the rest of the night, constantly checking the time. Suffice it to say I'll give myself plenty of time to get into That London tonight.
27th-Sep-2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
I can't wait to hear what you think of Flashdance. We called it Okaydance but it was worse than that suggests.
28th-Sep-2010 11:33 am (UTC)
Not that I'm prejudging it or anything, but I'm already reserving the right to coin the term "Gashdance."
28th-Sep-2010 11:35 am (UTC)
I couldn't comment on the accuracy of your re-title as my seats were so bad she could have had a moose knuckle and I wouldn't have known.
28th-Sep-2010 11:42 am (UTC)
I was thinking more in terms of the whole thing being a load of old gash, but remembering Robert Webb in that leotard your interpretation sounds equally likely.
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8th-Dec-2010 07:58 pm (UTC)
Maybe a message that my sister would have preferred to have seen Passion rather than Flashdance. Then again I think she would have preferred to have seen just about anything rather than Flashdance.
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