Rock mountain.

Dream 027

Moved into a new house with the whole family. It was a strange sort of garden house- where the kitchen didn't have a roof and was open to the sun and had windows along the sides. There was beautiful lattice work everywhere though, with vines and ivy growing. When you looked through the windows you could see a beautiful mountain hillside. I had placed the names of the different neighbourhoods in New York around the hillside with rocks- so that when you stood in the kitchen and looked at the hill you could read easily the names. It looked awesome. Very typographically appealing.
The kitchen table was a massive piece of driftwood that seemed to just be sliced off and finished. It was huge and absolutely beautiful.

Then my mother decided to have someone in to redecorate- with this television show. And they did an awful job. My brother had a stove in his room along with all the toothbrushes from the whole family on the wall... I had the tiniest room to share with Bman and they had taken old paintings of mine and put them on the wall and then drawn OVER them. Ruined them with white pencil in all the wrong places.

There was a flood of the nearby river so I went with my mother to see it. She brought the welcome mat of the house and threw it into the river and we both watched it sink into the depths. I caught a glimpse of a really beautiful beige dress floating in the river and jumped in to get it. Only, I was dragged down and was stuck with just my face above water. I couldn't scream— was unable or something. My mother was just watching me until she finally asked if I needed a hand, then she pulled me out and that was that. I did manage to get the dress though, and it made my breasts look ginormous.

I wandered and found out through a vending machine that my sister was actually a prostitute, and had slept with thousands of men. She also had tons of hidden tattoos with markings of all of them. It was awful- and she had no regret or respect for herself. Her friends were actually proud of her and she was showing off the various things they'd given to her. I was sickened with her lack of respect for herself.

I went to my job, which was where I ran a radio station program with a friend(no idea whom) and we talked about the most obscure things, kind of like the CBC. We had special guests where we interviewed one of my sisters victims of prostitution and Amos who drilled me about whether I was nice to String or not. I was like a celebrity at the radio station... it was strange. Everyone knew my name and someone even brought me a coffee just how I liked it.