NPH FTW

This dream must've been a record for the most dream packed into the fewest hours of sleep.

I'm running late for school and I dash into the building after the bell has rung. I run to my first hour, sociology, only to find Mr. C's room and the hallway around it being inexpicably rained on and starting to flood. I had to search around for where my class was, and I found them in the library on their laptops.

However, I decided I didn't want to go to class, so I wandered to the band room. When I got there, I promptly got in a fight with Mr. G and was kicked out.

I spent a significant amount of time wandering around the school, (which isn't unusual for me) until I ran into some choir kids who were about to leave for choir festival. (Which they really did have today.) However, in my dream, choir festival was in China.

I somehow got myself onto the bus to China (yes, a bus) with the choir and Anna and I got off when we got there and walked into the building.

We were for some reason wearing our prom dresses, and as we were walking past a mall-food-court-style restaurant, we suddenly spotted NEIL PATRICK HARRIS ordering at the register!




We freaked out, naturally, and swarmed him as much as two people can swarm someone. (The prom dresses helped.) We were begging for a picture with him, but he refused and ran away.

Anna and I chased him through the building, and finally, we were so annoying that he consented to be in a picture with us.

Of course, something had to go wrong, and it turns out I had turned the camera onto video instead of camera, so we ended up with a roughly ten-second-long video of Anna and I posing with an uncomfortable NPH instead of a picture.

After this, stuff got really weird and really scary really fast.

Anna and NPH disappeared, and I was alone in China. In my dream, China was a horrible, violent place with a seriously crazy leader.

I was wandering around outside (I did a lot of wandering in this dream) when a psycho with a red ax started chasing me around and there was a bunch of creepy apocalyptic-looking stuff going on.

Finally, I found my parents, who had driven to China in my minivan. They told me that they were heading out, and they were going to come home with me and the choir on the school bus.

I asked them how we were going to get my van home if they were taking the bus home. They told me we'd go back to China and get it later.

That was pretty much the end. I seem to be very worried about my van lately, because it's been showing up in my dreams frequently.

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