Last night, I dreamt that Marchelle hosted a party for a group of bloggers. Everyone was supposed to bring something, except I didn’t read the invitation thoroughly so I arrived empty-handed and didn’t realize my mistake until people started preparing plates of food for themselves and OH MY GOD, I didn’t bring anything!
I was greeted by a nice woman wearing a big smile who asked my name and, after I replied with “Stephanie,” she looked at my curiously and I thought, oh, my blog name. I told her and she reacted as if I was a celebrity come to grace these lowly homebodies with my presence. It totally made me uncomfortable because who am I and, hello, I forgot to bring food.
I asked about her blog and then felt guilty because I clearly remembered having commented a couple of times, but hadn’t been back in months. So, apparently I’ve been neglecting everybody.
I left shortly after eating (OTHER PEOPLE’S FOOD) and don’t remember much else except that my hair was wet as if I’d taken a shower and I was rushing to attend a wedding, but I couldn’t find the freeway. Somehow I found myself back in front of Marchelle’s house, which was now located IN THE GHETTO, and found my sister’s best friend hyperventilating on the front porch surrounded by paramedics.
I wonder what it all means.