i had this bizarre dream this morning that involved a lot of magic and weirdness. i watched a tiny elderly japanese woman walk on water in little wooden shoes. she was trying to scoop something up out of the ocean. she came back to shore and kind of collapsed. i lifted her up into my lap and she morphed into this guy from highschool, richard hamilton, that i hadn't thought of in years. because his name was right before mine on most attendance lists his locker would always be right next to mine. he was shy and we rarely spoke even though we were in school together for six years. i said, "richard! my god! what are you doing?" and he said, "what? nothing." and i said, "yes, you were! you were a little japanese lady and you walked on water!" and he said, "no i wasn't." it was so strange! then, at one point, i was in a fancy hotel, wandering around from lobby to restaurant to some ballroom party thing. eli was holding on to me from behind and we were running together and somehow defying gravity so that it was almost like we were running on the moon. i was laughing, he was laughing, we were happy. which is weird because i don't feel happy when i think about him during my waking hours. in fact just the oppposite. the end of the dream involved letting [info]sabyorange drive me around in my car because i was too drunk to do it myself, and she crashed into this big pallet of red bricks and then she and everyone else disappeared and i was drunk and lost in some strange city, and my phone's batteries were dead, so i couldn't call for help.