two dreams

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I was babysitting for some zephyrite, and human infants are foot-long caterpillars until they metamorphose, and I encouraged it to string itself out into segments the way they do (since it's fun to watch them go back together) and it got its backbone thread terribly tangled up with stuff in its pen. Some cardboard triangles had somehow gotten strung along it, so I needed to cut them off, but first I had to call the phone company and get the service added to our plan that would let the cardboard receive the cutting from the scissors. They put me on hold.

Deanna and I were in a series of fancy restaurants. In each one we would find ourselves exchanging playful "fuck you" "fuck you" and the waiter or somebody would come speak with us.

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I don't usually remember my dreams unless something gets me up in the middle of dreaming (which this morning was a florist at the front door wanting our help in delivering flowers to the unoccupied house next door) but I would say this was weirder than usual.