Reading The Tea

Last night I dreamt that Bronwen had an interview for a potential tutoring job for a very rich person at an old, creepy mansion. Dustin and I decided to go along with her on the interview, just in case. The mansion people acted very strange, including leaving us for a long time in a room that was obviously bugged and under video survailance. I had a stake out at the ready, in case they turned out to be vampires. After a while they came back and asked B what she knew about anthropology, then invited us to come to the living room for a short performance. It turned out to be a modern dance performance, and there was a stage at the front of the room. The dancers kept running and falling, running and sliding to the floor. One of them landed near me, and I recognized her. She recognized me too, and whispered, “Hi! I’m kinda self-conscious about my falling. I haven’t done it in a long time, and I’m out of practice.” I whispered back to her, “You’re doing fine. In fact, I think that you’re the best faller here.” Then I woke up.