Well Moonbeam, that's what happens when you enter indecent proposals in my DJ 
- 90% Uh-oh.
I look on the ground and see Moonbeam lying on a thin camping mattress, under a single, thin sheet. She's sleeping, but she looks very cold. I wake her and ask why she's sleeping on the floor, she can join us in the bed if she wants to, and I show her our nice, thick sheets.
How sweet of you.
She gets in the bed, rolls on her side and continues sleeping. I'd like to give her a hug, but I don't dare to. Tobby is on the other side of the bed, also sleeping on his side. I'm awake, watching Moonbeam while she moves a lot in her sleep. The bed is hardly big enough for her, cause she wiggles around and finally ends up at the bottom of the bed, rolled up like a cat, but no longer under the sheets.
How annoying of me.
Then, she lies on top of me and I see strange spots on her face and chest. She tells me that's what happens when you get older
>:(Hey, we didn't know the sun was bad for you when I was young! I thought being tan was a good thing!
Really? So you mean I'm not looking fat? That's sweet so of you to tell me
Again, we hug and she feels so soft...
:(I'm working on that softness! That's another thing that happens when you get old.
I realise there are men working in the hallway, cleaning the place and repairing some broken electrical wires. They have a dog with them, which I don't want in the bedroom. I get out of bed, yell at the guys (who look like gypsies) to get their dog back. Now I push 1 dog out of the bedroom, but 4 more are in there. And there's all shit on the carpet, GROCE! I reach my hand in a bag, to grab a small tool to clean up the dog shit. Yuck, there's shit on the handle as well. I put the other end in my mouth, while I wipe off my hand. What?? I put it in my mouth?? IEEEHHH, I run to the bathroom (which is adjacent to the bedroom, without a door) and throw up in the toilet (re MB's puke joke :( ) When I get back to the bedroom, my granny is lying in a bed next to ours. I tell her she needs to go, the room is not big enough for her. She looks very skinny and fragile, but I don't care, granny's got to go! She refuses and is her own stubborn self, so she stays in the bed.
Wow, the dream really took a turn for the worse! We are now reinforcing shit and puke dreams; we need to end this vicious cycle! I can't believe how many people end up in the bed.
I get back at the door, seeing the shit had been cleaned by the gypsies. In the living room I grab some nuts and go back to bed. The bed is now a 5-persons bed. My mum and dad are in the bed as well. I lie down next to Moonbeam again, while my boyfriend is still sleeping on the other side of me. I tell Moonbeam that it's so weird. One day ago we never met, now she came over from LA just a few hours ago and it feels like we've known each other forever. My mum (who's in the bed next too) tells us this was all Tom's fault. He made her promise never, ever to talk about X again (forgot what it was) but then he trapped her into saying it and got really mad, so that's why Moonbeam's here.
Wow, how complex things got! I'm glad gypsies randomly clean things up. It is Tom's fault, I'm sure.
We would probably be like we know each other if we met.
We still lie next to eachother and look at our feet. "I have bigger feet," Moonbeam says, "look, I have size 36" (I think that's 6 in US sizes). Huh, but your feet must be smaller, cause I have size 40 (7,5). We look again and now my feet are indeed bigger. She points at my mum's feet: they are very wide. My mums feet don't have toes, I don't want MB to see that, so I quickly point at my dad: "Look, He's got big feet, that's why my feet are big as well"
Your poor Mom; was that a birth defect, or did she lose them in an accident?
My feet are average size, even tho I am taller than average.
My vision changes, I'm looking at some tiny moving figures, in M.C. Esher style.
Cool. I'd like to see that.
More and more figures get on the line, which I can move around with some TK. I get back to the bedroom, sending Tobby and sms to ask if he's still sleeping. Before the sms arrives, I see Tobby got dressed in his black suit and heads of to work in his black, executive car.
Wow! What a dream, that is hilarious! I'm glad you remembered it. Thanks for the laugh on Monday morning after vacation right before work, I needed it.
