I dreamt that it was my birthday, though I was 27-30 or something.
Two colleagues of mine were sitting in my room and were staring at me. At some point I realised they saw me as a woman. Note that those colleagues are the people I never saw before but knew that I was working with them.
Later on I noticed that one of my SD cards is missing. Checked under the desk and found a 2GB mini-SD and a 1GB SD card, though neither was the one I was looking for. I went out to check if the one lost was in my jacket, but it wasn’t. Then a colleague of mine and I dug through the dust under the desk and found the SD as well as my rings (where for some reason one of the rings I have was there twice) and some old devices which had only one port which looks like USB.
After the breaking discovery the other colleague started staring at me again. I asked if I was a woman still to him and he said that he couldn’t tell due to my barefacedness.
Went to the bathroom to find out I’m bloke to myself, supposed that am to them as well, but had this blue-black warpaint, no beard, and my hair was short and in crazy colours. I cursed BeerMan for shortening, and Ribby for the colours (I come here too often, don’t I?). Combed the hair and it looked a bit better but I still looked goth-pop/emo/Japanese… or something. Washed the warpaint off, but my hair was still black with blue and red parts. From this point on I wasn’t watching through my eyes any more (prolly ’cause I realised that wasn’t myself) and I started using external cam Went back to the room, which became big and blue and many co-workers were there, mocking myself and carrying a couch around as if they were to do a psychoanalysis of myself. Told them to fuck off. They tried to force me to it by using a dog and a vacuum cleaner (as that was supposed to break me down, or something) but it apparently broke one of them down I don’t know what had happened to him, but there was a dead cat as well and a woman walking side the north exit seeing it.
Everybody but me went to the east exit to a veterinary clinic, but can’t remember why.
I went north, where I met with a local pop singer of the early 90’s. For some reason the person that used to be me told her “I can’t… (dramatic pause, eye contact) …thank you enough for what you did to my hair”. Since I was in external mode, I thought that he was a wanker and that I would have said “can’t…forgive” but what the hell. The moment old trump thought she had me, or him, Sarah Jessica Parker showed up… for some reason.
Then came some sequence of random people randomly greeting themselves… And so.
Interesting thing this about external view - many of the recent dreams were in that mode, where I didn’t act in them and just watch them, like movies. That’s so cool I can’t tell ya