We were going to see a Broadway show. My family and I, that is. No one had given me any warning before we left, so I was panicking. I was desperately trying to find a nice outfit to wear but having a bit of difficulty. I eventually slid into one of my EGA shirts and a skirt and was good to go. We got to the production where we were all seated at our own tables. Apparently my family had come into some money so we could afford expensive things. The play was some absurd post-modern thing, but Jamie Sakka (or however you spell her last name) was in it so I couldn’t help but be excited. But as the play wore on I found myself growing bored with it. It was incredabily stupid for all it’s pretencious babble. I could hear the other people with money making bizare comments about how clever it was. When it just wasn’t. We left.

Something was wrong with Merlin. He wouldn’t eat anything, wouldn’t drink anything. I tried to take him out for a walk, and all he would do is throw up. We drove him to the animal hospital while I wailed holding him. I knew Merlin was getting older, but he wasn’t old enough to be dying yet. But that’s exactly what he was doing. Dying in my arms.

At the funeral there was a great deal of people, dressed in black. There was Spook, dressed in full LoliGoth garb, with one hand on Merlin’s coffin. Even in my dream I was confused as to why she would come all the way from Ireland to my dog’s funeral.

This dreaming about my puppy’s demise resulted in me completely destroying my bed in a violent sleep fit.

Merlin was dead, and in the after math things didn’t seem to get much better. I was at Stephie’s haus having flashbacks to another seperate dream where I had a bizare affair with her dad. Which hadn’t happened in this dream universe. I got a fone call from Rob wanting to “just chat” where he mentioned doing something with his girl. I asked when they had gotten together, slightly hurt. He told me it was none of my business, and tried to change the topic. I grew angry, telling him it was my business because if he had been cheating on her with me it was really unfair to me. That if I had known that I never would have touched him. I kept asking, he kept avoiding. I was getting angrier and angrier.
Insert alarm clock here.