novapsyche | (no subject)

I don't remember much of my dream last night (I've been having trouble recalling dreams for the last two or three months). I remember traveling with a group of friends through a place that looked a lot like Iowa City. We were going somewhere where we had to look nice, and I was agitated because I'd forgotten my makeup (which makes sense, really, since I haven't regularly worn makeup in more than a decade).

I was much relieved, though, when I found out that

duncang had a small makeup kit that had lipstick and blush. There was also a small vial of translucent liquid; I don't know what that was, but I think I thought it was perfume.

As I was checking out this makeup bag, another group of people came in, whereupon one of the guys took out a gun and pointed it at people, mostly me. I don't know why I often dream about people threatening me with a firearm. Eventually he asked the group who would be willing to make up a new dance move, and I volunteered so I wouldn't be shot. The guy giggled, he was so happy.