I had a weird dream last night, no more eating right before bed. I have the weirdest dreams when digesting. I've been trying to get this down all day, but alas they're making me work at work. Rude sons-a-bitches!
It all started with me waking up (in my dream, weird right?) and I knew instantly that I was in the wrong place. For starters I was in a four poster bed in a huge room, it was cold and I had a fireplace! I had really long hair and it was in this huge old fashioned braid, I was wearing a long white night gown, it was strange!
I think in my mind I knew I was dreaming, and went with it. I got dressed in a corset and a floor length dress and a maid came in and put my hair into a bun and got me ready for the day. I then went downstairs where Satan was sitting at the palatial breakfast table. She looked wide eyed also, which made me think she felt like she didn't belong either. We ate and then proceeded to take a 'turn in the shrubbery' I remember that phrase.
When we we're outside I told her this was the weirdest dream I have ever had, she said something to the effect that she knew it was a dream. We decided to have fun with it, and mess with people. Then we went back inside (I'm guessing) because we we're in a large sitting room. With two handsome men that we're 'calling on us'. I started drinking a whiskey or brandy, I'm not entirely sure, but they were shocked that a woman would enjoy such a beverage. Satan then proceeded to pour herself a double. They said that they enjoyed women who behaved badly.
After they had left we decided that we we're going to commission a portrait of ourselves. One of our neighbors was calling on us for tea and she said that it would 'incite gossip' because proper ladies didn't have portraits commissioned, the men in their lives did. Or their parents. So we talked the guys that we're visiting us into getting our portrait painted.
While we we're sitting for our portrait the painter invited us to a ball, which we gladly accepted. We we're getting all dressed up for the night when I woke up.
It was the most random but yet vivid dream I ever had. I even remember the pattern on the wallpaper and the way we had our hair done. Even the little flowers that were worked into the braids. It was really strange waking up and seeing my room, a definite downgrade.
Sigh, I wish I lived in those times, even with no plumbing or electricity I would have rocked it. Corsets are a bitch though...
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