the gym, even in my dreams

I dreamed about W again. He and I and trouble4hire were all at a gym. I was supposed to take a bosu class but I missed it - the gym we were at was the wrong one. Then we were at a reception. I was wearing a fancy kimono. There were long pieces of wood, like double-pointed knitting needles, holding it together in the back - occaisionally one would fall out. There were people there we didn't trust. We got on a train.

In the dream I knew (at least a little bit) that W wasn't in my life anymore. I stayed in it as long as I could to be with him.

Soundtrack to this dream: "Locomotion"

Testing

This is a test of mobile posting.

ETA: Woot, it worked! You have no idea how I have longed to tell you all when I was stuck at the bus stop in the rain with no snack... and other similarly urgent situations requiring immediate LJ access.