[NB: Transcribed from audio notes made this morning]
This morning's dream was located in the hotel. There are a number of consistent geographical features in my dream, for lack of a better word, city, although their positions change relative to each other, largely dependent on which of them seem to be required for narrative purposes. So, the hotel. It's large, and old, and layrinthine in complexity. Kind of like the Banff Springs Hotel (or any of the other former CP Rail hotels) but scaled up to a ridiculous degree.
S. and I were there for either a wedding or a really elaborate LARP. So a good portion of our room was taken up by costumes, props, prosthetics, etc. Ze boy wasn't there, so I assume he stayed back home with my folks. There was also a howling blizzard going on outside, which wouldn't have been a problem except the power lines kept icing over, so the lights would go out and we'd be getting ready by candlelight. I had some sort of official role, so I was also trying to memorize a script, and S. was lacing me up in a corset and kept asking me if it was too tight and whether I could still breathe. So I got a little pissy and shouted that if I was still capable of yelling then yes, *clearly* I could still breathe. And then I realized I'd forgotten to put on my boots and got even more annoyed.
S. finally got tired of the drama and went to get ready. He seemed to be going for the Raul-Julia-as-Gomez-Addams look, which is a pretty good look on him. It had the added bonus of him having to lose the hobo beard, which, yay.
By the time we got downstairs the lights had come back on, and the party was in full swing. I was carefully trying to make my way over to the stage without stepping on my skirt (or someone else stepping on it) when I ran into J. It's been a good 20 years since I last saw him, but he looked exactly the same. We saw each other at roughly the same time, then awkwardly pretended not to have.
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