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Jul. 27th, 2009 08:36 amDoes it feel like I'm posting a lot? Yeah, that's 'coz I am.
So I had this dream last night that Boitz chased me down to voice my greatest fear, which was incompetence. Seriously! We had orchestra rehearsal somewhere (on my street?) and I don't remember much except that Fishy was there and I almost missed this one passage and had a mini-fright (even though I didn't miss it) and later he was standing outside my window. My window. I was sitting at my computer (much like I am now) and I heard him chatting with Mrs. Verson and saw a flash of his hair (because I guess he's shorter than my window ledge o_____O) and was like shit get outta here! And then he called me halfway to my door like "Wait we need to have a little chat" and I was like "UM MR BOITZ WHY HELLO I'M GETTING MY MOM NOW DON'T YOU WORRY" and he made that little exasperated noise he does ahahahh. And then my mom was pretty much useless and he had a talk with me anyway.
This probably stemmed from the fact that I have a cello lesson in another two hours and neglected to practise last night before I went to bed. Guilttripping follows me all the way into my dreams! Who knew.*
After that I had another dream that was rather bizarre involving me trying to keep some important piece of information (on a paper that's been folded and refolded many times) from a scary old lady and her son. It involved lots of running up and down stairs on long stadium-like places (so the steps weren't single file, see, they spanned at least a wall and served also as tiered benches) and using mobs of people to hide and make a getaway and at some point, Asian boys rolling around pretending to be ninjas (?) on the floor who are good at hiding things (at least some of them; I tried to hand the paper off to one group and it came flying back at me all in a panic and I had to hand it off to to another group who knew what they were doing and flashed me winning smiles as I raced on by).
Yeah. It was a weird dream. The stadium-like steps/tiered seating was definitely influenced by open-air performance grounds in Europe, except the first time it spanned a single large wall and was like... a Buddhist shrine. Don't ask me, I have no idea what the hell my subconscious is getting at. The second time the place was effing huge, and I went up real far (I was with a group of people... kinda sorta? We all bolted from the Buddhist shrine and returned to here, where it was "safe") and climbed in to sit in a relatively empty location and Jeff and Shirlene sat down next to me and I think I saw Evan making his way here in the distance. And lots of people were still missing and we watched as they raced back in 2s and 3s, like ants.
So enough with dreams; off to shower and practise so that my dream doesn't come true during lesson today. T___T;;
*Then again, there was that time I dreamed my piano teacher was chasing me around the house beating me with her sweater... _ _;;
So I had this dream last night that Boitz chased me down to voice my greatest fear, which was incompetence. Seriously! We had orchestra rehearsal somewhere (on my street?) and I don't remember much except that Fishy was there and I almost missed this one passage and had a mini-fright (even though I didn't miss it) and later he was standing outside my window. My window. I was sitting at my computer (much like I am now) and I heard him chatting with Mrs. Verson and saw a flash of his hair (because I guess he's shorter than my window ledge o_____O) and was like shit get outta here! And then he called me halfway to my door like "Wait we need to have a little chat" and I was like "UM MR BOITZ WHY HELLO I'M GETTING MY MOM NOW DON'T YOU WORRY" and he made that little exasperated noise he does ahahahh. And then my mom was pretty much useless and he had a talk with me anyway.
This probably stemmed from the fact that I have a cello lesson in another two hours and neglected to practise last night before I went to bed. Guilttripping follows me all the way into my dreams! Who knew.*
After that I had another dream that was rather bizarre involving me trying to keep some important piece of information (on a paper that's been folded and refolded many times) from a scary old lady and her son. It involved lots of running up and down stairs on long stadium-like places (so the steps weren't single file, see, they spanned at least a wall and served also as tiered benches) and using mobs of people to hide and make a getaway and at some point, Asian boys rolling around pretending to be ninjas (?) on the floor who are good at hiding things (at least some of them; I tried to hand the paper off to one group and it came flying back at me all in a panic and I had to hand it off to to another group who knew what they were doing and flashed me winning smiles as I raced on by).
Yeah. It was a weird dream. The stadium-like steps/tiered seating was definitely influenced by open-air performance grounds in Europe, except the first time it spanned a single large wall and was like... a Buddhist shrine. Don't ask me, I have no idea what the hell my subconscious is getting at. The second time the place was effing huge, and I went up real far (I was with a group of people... kinda sorta? We all bolted from the Buddhist shrine and returned to here, where it was "safe") and climbed in to sit in a relatively empty location and Jeff and Shirlene sat down next to me and I think I saw Evan making his way here in the distance. And lots of people were still missing and we watched as they raced back in 2s and 3s, like ants.
So enough with dreams; off to shower and practise so that my dream doesn't come true during lesson today. T___T;;
*Then again, there was that time I dreamed my piano teacher was chasing me around the house beating me with her sweater... _ _;;
