Fairly uncomfortable

[sanura]

We were in my old house in Santa Monica, me and mama and David and Rainey and Reggie and Travis and Andrew, except it was the fiftieth floor or something of some huge apartment building. There were some rooms that weren't in my house, though, and David and I were planning the castle except I was singing, and then we were dancing, and then he was Alan but he still looked like David, so I could refuse him better, and he completely understood and made a reasoned retreat and acknowledged that he was my favorite uncle. I went through the door and met everybody else and we were trying to do something (not an improv meeting, because there were no instrument), but we kept having to move, calmly or not, because we couldn't be by a window when King Kong walked by. Rainey was the only one who never got grabbed through a window; even when they were shut it wasn't safe, because his fingers could easily break the glass, so we kept trying to find rooms that were in the middle of the house where he couldn't see us, but once he got small enough to walk in the French doors and we had to trap him into going out again. I coughed too hard once and it was over, and the lightning outside made me feel better, even if I can't breathe through my nose. Which means I slept with my mouth open, which means I have a sore throat.