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So, I'm apparently living back in Norman, Oklahoma in this dream, and still working in the game industry. For some reason, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mearls is in town for something or other and I've offered to take him out to dinner while he's here. We're walking up to Campus Corner north of the University of Oklahoma (my old stomping grounds), only it's oddly expanded, as it often is when that area shows up in my dreams. Pretty much the same layout, too, only now the University Bookstore has this sister store that apparently sells really high-end furniture, and a lot of the people from the bookstore (my old employer) now work there too. Wierd.
So anyway, we're taking this shortcut through the furniture store to save a few blocks of walking around it, and we end up coming out the far side (thanks to an old acquaintance of mine, who was supposed to stop people from taking a shortcut through the store but let us get away with it) and go to this restaurant. I figure since Mearls is from a place where they have real restaurants, he'd rather go somewhere that isn't a chain, so we start looking around. Eventually we find this really ritzy place, and get seated next to the in-house masseuse and the in-house dental assistant (do I know why they offer teeth cleanings to their patrons along with a meal? No, I don't. It seemed fucking wierd to me in the dream, too.)
So we get dinner, and I discover that I'm wearing this nice purple satin evening dress... with my raggedy old green terry bathrobe as a wrap. I keep meaning to take it off, as it's wholly unsuited for the place I'm in and I don't even know why I wore it, but then it's cold in the place, and I keep putting it back on without thinking about it. After a while, this gets really annoying. Mearls is really amused at me, and the place I have chosen. He goes for the backrub but passes on the dental cleaning. I decline for both. The food is good, but soon it's time to take him back to his hotel.
And that's where I wake up.
Frickin' wierd, man.
mearls is in town for something or other and I've offered to take him out to dinner while he's here. We're walking up to Campus Corner north of the University of Oklahoma (my old stomping grounds), only it's oddly expanded, as it often is when that area shows up in my dreams. Pretty much the same layout, too, only now the University Bookstore has this sister store that apparently sells really high-end furniture, and a lot of the people from the bookstore (my old employer) now work there too. Wierd. So anyway, we're taking this shortcut through the furniture store to save a few blocks of walking around it, and we end up coming out the far side (thanks to an old acquaintance of mine, who was supposed to stop people from taking a shortcut through the store but let us get away with it) and go to this restaurant. I figure since Mearls is from a place where they have real restaurants, he'd rather go somewhere that isn't a chain, so we start looking around. Eventually we find this really ritzy place, and get seated next to the in-house masseuse and the in-house dental assistant (do I know why they offer teeth cleanings to their patrons along with a meal? No, I don't. It seemed fucking wierd to me in the dream, too.)
So we get dinner, and I discover that I'm wearing this nice purple satin evening dress... with my raggedy old green terry bathrobe as a wrap. I keep meaning to take it off, as it's wholly unsuited for the place I'm in and I don't even know why I wore it, but then it's cold in the place, and I keep putting it back on without thinking about it. After a while, this gets really annoying. Mearls is really amused at me, and the place I have chosen. He goes for the backrub but passes on the dental cleaning. I decline for both. The food is good, but soon it's time to take him back to his hotel.
And that's where I wake up.
Frickin' wierd, man.
