eventful imagining

since the best dreams come from waking up in the morning and re-sleeping, i've been setting my alarm for nine, waking up, and sleeping until around ten for one hour of quality dreamtime.

yesterday i dreamt of floating, alone, terrified, through a trash-filled, overcast copenhagen harbor on a tiny plastic red boat because i thought i'd be able to go snorkeling.

this morning i dreamt of climbing the stairs in keith's apartment to a second-level loft, which was a dark ballroom he'd completely decorated into a red yellow orange sparkling masquerade affair. we sat on the floor as dancers whirled around and by us in huge elaborate costumes and masks that keith had made. he'd gotten all the dancers for free off of craigslist by telling them that this would be a dress-rehearsal for a party he was throwing for his boyfriend, who is supposed to be some famous bigwig. all the dancers kept asking me about the boyfriend and whether i'd ever met him and i had to lie and say i hadn't met him yet.