all the stress in my brain

my life is kinda hectic right now. i'm working two jobs, I’m trying to start working for myself on the side as an amazing crafter type gal, i have a thriving band that i'm devoting a ton of time to, i'm going on vacation next week- which is awesome, don't get me wrong, but it means time off of work, which means a slight shortage on the income front, and on top of all that, i'm moving the week after i get back.

like i said, a little hectic.

also, a little stressful.

i think last night’s dream touched on some of those stresses.

right before retiring for the evening, i received the go ahead from my soon to be landlord/roommate to paint my bedroom, as well as set my photowall in the new room. very exciting.

as i fell asleep, thoughts of wall colors were floating in my head, and landed in my subconscious, where i decided that i didn’t have time to move/decorate, so i would have to hire a stylist. you know, a house stylist. it just so happened, i was great friends with one of the best house stylists in all of dreamland, who later turned out to be my dear friend Erik- who may not be super flamboyant in real life, but was double super flamboyant in this dream.

also, he looked like tobias from arrested development.

erik was going through his blue and white phase, so i left for work expecting to come home to blacks and greys with splashes of color (you know, the way i would have done it) and instead came home to this:

except shabbier. and not only was my bedroom all blue and white and pristine looking in a shabby sheek type of way, the living room/kitchen area was as well, which was NOT what i asked for.

all of dustin’s red and black had gone away. the painting of trent resnor that had been done by a friend was gone, the gun print was gone, the couch and the tv and the x-box were gone, the kitchen was pretty much non-existent, reduced to a tiny corner, all replaced by urban decay furnishings accented with thrift store finds, made to resemble a cramped manhattan studio apartment, and painted over with super white white and bluer than the ocean blue.

dustin was going to kill me.

in a panic, i started begging erik and his entourage to help me put everything back the way it was, which he ‘simply did not do, but’, he said ‘for you darling, anything.’

so we’re scrambling to haul all the new stuff out, and all the old stuff back in, which included tearing down the exposed brick wall, and repainting the normal ones underneath, and a couple of friends come to help out, one of them being my dear angela.

and angela, in my dream, walks right up to erik and says, ‘erik, i love you with all of my heart. we should be friends again.’ and she hugs him.

and that’s where this dream ends.