Does she like photography?

Dream from the other night that I didn’t record. I was in a super tall building that was a sky scraper, black and sleek looking. The boyfriend and I lived in the middle of it, yet somehow, portions of our level were open to the air. We are sitting in the living room (in a floor to ceiling covered portion) and we see a helicopter hovering out the window, with a camera pointed at us. I’m confused, I don’t understand why they are filming us. It hovers, then goes to the other side and films and comes back, and this whole time, it’s dangerously close to the walls. Boyfriend explains that this the crew that films racy movies, and this is how they signal that they are ready. I’m excited to be participating in a racy movie. We head to the other part of the level, that is open to the air. The helicopter has landed, and the pilots are out of the helicopter and ready to shoot. In this section, there is a huge hot tub that is on a pedestal made of the same sleek, black material as the outside of the skyscraper. I hop in, ready to have fun, but boyfriend hangs back. He doesn’t like that I’m doing the film.

Black Out

Sleep medication does weird things to me. I had many dreams last night, all very clear and realistic. I remember checking my bank account, and being saddened by the amount of money in there. That’s just a normal anxiety. I dreamed my daughter came home and then she left again almost immediately, which is also a pretty normal occurrence. I remember asking her to stay for her sister. But the main dream, which seemed to have actual dream-like qualities, was a dream of a party. It was a party with my friends, I remember Al being there, and we were having a good time. There was a guy hosting the party, and I was really into him. Like really. I hadn’t really met him before, but I was really digging him. I was talking to him, and things seemed to be going well, and then I did something drunkenly, I can’t remember what, which put him off, and he went off with one of his friends. I was a little confused, but then I figured, party time, and continued to have a good time with my friends. Next thing I know, it’s the next day, and I had apparently had so much fun I blacked out. Al says this guy is having another party, and I’m excited to go, especially since he has a pool, and if we get there early, we can swim. We head over, but I’m got this nagging feeling that I’m not welcome there maybe. Like I did something during a black out that was very not cool. We get there, and I see the guy, and he says I’m not welcome there because of my behavior. I felt like an idiot for getting drunk enough to embarrass myself.