nearly naked boobs

I had a dream this weekend, a really frightening nightmarish thing. I dreamed that I was in somebody’s house, in a really large tall-ceilinged room that overlooked a massive porch and huge garden and had floor-to-ceiling windows. The house of a rich person, or perhaps it was a place we were renting or otherwise using. Anyway, I was there with Arushi and some other people, and we were in this room and outside in the gardens decorating for a party.

Doc had been upstairs, and I saw that he was crawling down the stairs into this huge room, inching his way down on his stomach. Somebody had attacked him and wrapped him completely from head to toe in gauze and duct tape and wire. His arms and hands were tightly strapped behind his back with wire. The whole thing was very Giger-esque and frightening. I ran to him to help unwrap him, and remembered that I had seen this done to a dog before, and whoever did it had cut some very sensitive parts of the dog’s skin, on purpose. And they had left him wrapped up for a long time without water, so that when I found the dog he was severely dehydrated and his nose and lips were dry and cracked.

I think there were some other parts to the dream, too, but they’ve flitted away now. I do remember waking up whimpering and scared.

In other news, we got back Sunday from the Texas Renaissance Fair with Bruce and Leslie. I had a fabulous time, despite the fact that it was nearly 90 degrees and super-humid, and there were unbelievable traffic jams. Seems that the four of us make very good travel buddies.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen that many nearly naked boobs in one place. Leslie had the job of tracking down the 95%-naked men and requesting to take their picture. They all happily obliged, and one even lifted his loincloth as an added bonus. There were some men dressed quite deliberately in cardboard and duct tape armor. Very amusing. And lots and lots of butt floss.

These Renaissance fairs are a lot of fun. I enjoy dressing up in period garb (not 100% historically authentic, of course, but I like leather shoes and corsets and puffy shirts). And the fairs can also be enjoyed by people wearing modern day clothing, without any sort of costume. And there’s all manner of dress styles inbetween those two extremes. But what I find really amusing is how people use these things as an excuse to just look silly. Royalty, fine. Peasantry, fine. Faeries, fine. Elves and pixies and executioners and wizards and servants, fine. But what is the deal with otherwise normally dressed women who simply remove their shirt and go around in shorts and a black J.C. Penney bra, as a costume?! I mean, it really just looks like you forgot to put on a shirt! Your 36-C tag is sticking out! A bra that looks like a bustier or corset or otherwise medieval garment is one thing, but a bra that looks like a bra just looks silly. OH, and the STAR TREK guys! Um, dudes… I think you got the wrong fair.