Late this morning (the time of the strongest, or at least most memorable, dream activity for me), I dreamed:
- About having to pass some kind of "how much serious stuff have you written" test to gain access to a massive library? magazine archive? something, in New York City. The test was biofeedback-plus-television somehow -- you were supposed to think of every article or book you had written while touching your finger to a little metal plate, which did some kind of electrostatic voodoo and passed or failed you. One of my ex-boyfriends was in the group with me and passed, which was rather oddly represented by his onscreen cartoon image being shot multiple times with arrows, a couple in the head, a couple in the abdomen and like six of them right through the throat. (This had something to do with the count of what kind of writing each of them was, or something.) I failed not only because I had no body of work to think about, but because I refused to touch the metal thingy, citing that "I couldn't stand the electric feeling" or something (which is kind of true; the weird tingle gives me the heebie-jeebies).
- Surrounding that, I'm not sure whether before, after, or both, there was something about an otherkin gather, a few folks kind of dressed up just walking down the street, one of them twirling a ... staff... I guess, with some kind of gold tinsel symbol mounted on the end (a circle with a line through it? or something). Three of them were my boss's three daughters. O.o I think there were five total. Images of sun and bright, light grey concrete sidewalks.
- Something about there being a new District holiday on March 23rd... which there isn't, but they give us the Friday before Labor Day as "Cesar Chavez" day... isn't his birthday in March?
the_misha getting pulled over for a DUI. O.o