Met a disappointing celebrity.

The beginning part of this dream was a recurring nightmare that I have occasionally, in different variations.

I'm with my paternal grandma in her house, and an elderly female friend of hers with short gray hair and glasses is over. We looked away for barely a second and the elderly woman fell out of her chair and hurt herself. My grandma rushed over to her and I ran to the phone to try and call 9-1-1.

I kept pushing the buttons 9-1-1, but they never came out right, I kept getting 9-8-1, 9-9-1, 9-1-2, etc. I tried and tried, but I never dialed 9-1-1 correctly.

Then the dream changed completely and I was at my school, walking down the hallway, and I walked right past Charlie Sheen. I did a double-take and turned back to him, and asked if I could get a picture with him. (I'm not a fan, but I wanted a picture anyway.)

However, he told me I had to wait until tomorrow, he already had a lot of photos lined up for today.

That was about it with Charlie Sheen, but I want to note that I have a habit of meeting disappointing celebrities in my dreams, two of which have been George W. Bush and Bill Clinton. (The Clinton one is in here, farther back.)

Fake Babies in Florida

This takes place on the band trip to Florida that we recently went on.

We have this parenting class at my school and the students who take it each have to take care of a fake baby for a weekend. I am not in this class. However, New Boyfriend and I for some reason had to take care of a little fake black baby for the weekend. Normally, I would've had fun with that. But my teacher decided to assign us the project over the weekend of our Florida trip, so we had to bring our fake baby with us.

The rest of the dream was a blur of trying to hand the fake baby off to each other so we didn't have to take care of it, getting ditched by friends, messing up the project, the baby crying during the band's performance, and forgetting most of my stuff in the hotel when we left for Michigan.

It wasn't a bad dream. But it wasn't great.

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I love Adam Baldwin. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I lust after too many celebrities who are much, much older than I am. I agree with you. It's not healthy.

Anyway, I love love love Firefly and Chuck, and Adam Baldwin is amazing in both, and he was also in this dream.

Some background information to help explain this strange dream: I was up very late last night creepily looking at pictures of Adam Baldwin on Google Images, and then I fell asleep reading "The Time Traveler's Wife."

In the dream, Adam Baldwin is pretty much Henry's character from TTTW, he's a time traveler, and he's John Casey.




He's on a mission with Chuck, and a bunch of John Casey's time travel to the exact time of my dream, so there are about four John Casey's standing around together.

They are in a special-spy-tunnel thing at what looks to be an airport, it's designed so that they can see out but no one can see in and Chuck is there with them. However, Chuck is klutzy and messes everything up like he usually does, and he lets a vehicle drive through the tunnel with smashes everything and makes Casey mad.

That's about it. But I really, really enjoyed having several Adam Baldwins in my dream.



Yes, please.

Grace does time.

Woohoo! I'm finally having really complicated dreams again!

This dream was pretty awesome. Except that I was in jail for most of it. Still.

So the dream started out with me in jail. I still don't know how I ended up there, but a disturbing number of people I knew were there with me. Also, this whole dream was taking place in the past, when I was a freshman or sophomore.

This is my mugshot.

I'm in jail, and I came across several people I know, one of them being this guy named Kyle whom I used to have an enormous-stalker-crush on. However, when I talked to him it was suddenly present-day, but only for a moment. We were chatting together, in jail, like it was no big deal, and I told him that he looked like Paul Dano from "Little Miss Sunshine" because he kind of does, but I couldn't remember the name of the movie at first and said "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" before correcting myself. (Both are excellent movies.) Then I said, "Remember when I asked you out and you said no and I cried for like a week?" to see if it was long enough ago that he wasn't weirded out anymore, but I think he still was. I apologize that this paragraph was really unintelligent-sounding. I hate it, but that's how it went in my dream.

Then, it was St. Patrick's Day in jail and I spent what feels like a couple hours locating and changing into some green clothing. Then I watched some T.V., including an episode of Fringe.

A little later, I came across one of my jailers, who turned out to be my current band director, (whom I do not like) and got into a squabble with him which turned into a huge, physical fight that involved several other inmates in our attempt to escape. Right at the beginning of the fight, he pulled out a syringe full of sedative and stuck it into my arm (which hurt like a bitch, even in my dream) but it had no effect on me, and I snatched it out of his hand. Then I squirted all of the sedative out everywhere so that the syringe was empty, and we spent several minutes trying to stab each other with it.

At this point during the fight, my second piercing on my left earlobe somehow got ripped and started bleeding, and the band director became very fat, like something I did made his whole body swell up. The fight ended fairly suddenly, and I'm not sure of the outcome, but the scene changed quickly.

I was suddenly outside on a beach at Lake Michigan, on a jail field trip. (I'm pretty confident that jails do not go on field trips.) The water was looking choppy, so I turned to our chaperone/jailer lady, who was an older woman, and expressed my concern. She said not to worry, that she could calm it down, and she brought a bunch of small children riding huge buffalo (I'm not kidding, I actually dreamed this) down to the beach and had them ride the buffalo into the water, which calmed the water down.


Everybody's got a water buffalo, yours is fast but mine is slow...


Then, because it was three or four years ago, Ethan was still alive and there on the beach with me suddenly. I knew in my dream that he is gone now, and that I was in the past, so I quickly grabbed him up and hugged him. It was very, very nice.

After that, I got released from jail and was being sent back to school with some of my friends who had been in jail with me, including Kam, her friend Lucy, and I'm pretty sure the Fredal girls.

We got put through this little test to determine what we would be doing in school, and then we were sent back to RHS. When I got there, it was my sophomore year.

I went to my band class, it was outside on the marching field. I didn't know Mr. R (old band director who I actually like) because I had never been in his class before, I'd been in jail. I also didn't know how to march because I had missed band camp.

I went up to him and he told me to go in the back with the flutes. I also hinted to him that I'm really good at flute, so he put me near the front of the line. The sections were color-coded, and I distinctly remember seeing the orange trumpets in front of me, and there was a girl trumpeter who had gone all-out and even colored her hair orange. The flutes were green, and I sat down on a low stone wall behind them to watch them rehearse because I didn't know how to march yet.

That's how the dream ends, and it was a fairly good dream overall. When I woke up, my earlobe was throbbing.

I have lost the ability to come up with good titles for my posts. I keep typing things like "Dream" or "Dreamy Dream."

I had this dream a while ago but I just felt like recording it instead of doing my homework today.

I was at church with my family and we were setting up for this charity event that I had decided to help throw. (Not unlike a party I threw recently - similar decorations.) We were putting up rainbows and streamers and such, and my third grade teacher showed up. (I LOVE my third grade teacher.)

My teacher was there at the event because he was one of the people who the charity was for, he had some weird disease that I made up in my sub-conscious but later in the dream turned into cancer. In real life, he recently had a stroke so I'm probably worried about him.

Then, I was at Kohl's with a friend and we shopped. It was great.

Nathan

I dreamed that Nathan Fillion was my ex-boyfriend. He was literally Ex-Boyfriend.

Then I met a guy who looked kind of like a singer from my school who I have a tiny crush on but had a weirdly crooked and bent nose. I decided to talk to him and we became best friends and it was amazing.

McDonald's Narnia

The dream starts out in my house, only it is definitely not my real house. Things took a while to get sorted out in my head when I woke up, so I don't know how all of these events really happened.

All I know is that, in the dream, my parents were abusive. My mom was my normal mom, but my dad was Sean Maher from "Firefly" but all roughed-up with a beard and wearing ratty clothes. They didn't physically hurt me in the dream, but they hurt my dog, Chewy.

There were four Brittany Spaniels, one of them Chewy, and two were puppies and two were adults. One of the sets of puppies and adults were the ones that my parents had abused, and literally, in my dream, I was told that Chewy had a "herniated stomach." I don't think that's an actual thing, but in my dream, it was very unsettling to hear.

Also, there were a few small children, two little dirty, shirtless boys and a little girl are all I can remember. I remember getting the land line and calling 9-1-1 to try and get a police officer to come to our house and save us from my parents, but the call was lost, then again. Finally, I called with my cell phone and got through, and shortly after, a police officer showed up at my house.

The police officer took my parents into custody and left us children to fend for ourselves, which wasn't that hard. A small, asian woman cooked us pasta for dinner. (That part was weird. Don't know where she came from.)

After this, I decided to go to McDonald's to get some food. I walked down to my basement and opened up our cedar closet door and stepped through the door and directly into a McDonald's.

(It's kind of sad that my closet leads to McDonald's. I think that's saying something about America. Or my eating habits.)

So I walk into this McDonald's, and my friend Kam and her sister were both working. (They really do work at the McD's near me.) I went up to order and noticed my new beau was working, too. I went over to talk to him, and when we were done talking, I kissed him quickly on the lips.

Only thing was, that was our first kiss as a couple, and it was in a McDonald's. Again, kind of sad.

Thankfully, that wasn't real life and I can still make our first kiss memorable.

Anna Franna

This dream was a little more than disturbing.

I remember that myself and several kids from my school were all gathered at this subway station sort of place. We were hanging around for unknown reasons for a while, and the hall monitors and vice principal were repeatedly warning us to stay away from this circular grate that was on the platform, because steam shot out from it periodically and it was hot enough to seriously burn us.

We were all staying away from the grate, obviously, since none of us wanted to be horribly burned.

However, as I was standing there among the other students, I saw my friend Anna wander onto the platform and then onto the grate. I yelled out for her to move, it was dangerous for her to be standing there. I yelled and yelled, but Anna didn't hear me.

All of a sudden, a steady flow of steam began shooting out of the grate and right onto Anna, whirling her dress around Marilyn Monroe-style. I started screaming to move out of the steam, she was going to get burned, but Anna didn't respond to me and didn't appear to be concerned about the searing steam that was billowing around her.

Finally, she stumbled out of the pillar of steam, but didn't jump over to safety, where we were all standing. Instead, she dropped down into a pit of machinery that was under the tracks.

I continued to shout for her to get to safety, but she was walking casually among the flames and sparks and machinery below the tracks. She was apparently looking for her lost shoe.

Finally, the choir director from my school went in after her to save her. Just as he approached her, she fell off of a piece of equipment and smacked her head on another machine, falling unconscious into his arms.

The end.

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

I've been dreaming about Ethan a lot lately. I really, really like it when he's in my dreams.

This one from last night is the best one so far, I believe. It takes place at Lake Michigan, we're all on one of our big family vacations that we used to have. It didn't cross our minds at all that that's where he died.

Ethan was there with us, but it was weird. We knew he was gone, but he was completely there and completely alive. It was as if death was just a bump in the road, nothing that we couldn't handle.

Nevertheless, we were all super-affectionate with him, we had still somehow "lost" him, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, afraid he would disappear any second. (There didn't appear to be any other cousins there with us.)

We goofed around a little and then he got onto my lap and I read some of a "Zits" comic book to him. In the dream, he was younger than he was when he died, as he always is in my dreams. About 5 or 6.

Then we got bored of that, so we flipped through the T.V. channels until it was time for bed. I carried him to his & Jeff's room, then gave him a hug and said goodnight.

I really, really miss him.

SPLINCHED!

I had a HARRY POTTER DREAM! I love it!

There was a whole seperate dream in the beginning, in which myself and an older man were going through this funky obstacle-course-looking thing, then I was going through a similar obstacle course with my cousin Ethan.

The Harry Potter part started when I became Harry Potter partway through the dream.

It was in the middle of a wizarding war, and there were Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters everywhere. I was trying to escape with my recruits because we were hopelessly outnumbered. I was looking around for things to use as weapons when I found this large, mysterious-looking gun. (Apparently, this was a wandless wizarding world.)

I started shooting the gun at people, and it would spray them with this florescent blue stuff, which at first gave them a debilitating flaw. For example, I sprayed a girl with it and she got really fat.

The gun was very effective for temporarily subduing attackers. After a while, my subconscious brain ran out of ideas for how to give people flaws, and the gun just made them loopy and happy, forgetting that they were trying to attack me.

After I got through that wave of attackers, my mom and I ran into a subway station-like hall, kind of like the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

We got to this thing that looked like some kind of teleporter from Star Trek, like we were going to be beaming somewhere, except the rules of apparition applied. My mom went first, then I got up onto the small, circular platform to teleport, but I reached my arm out at the last minute instead of keeping it at my side, and the next thing I knew, I was in an unfamiliar place with my arm splinched off.

There was a clean cut about two inches below my elbow, and the seperated part of my arm had apparated with me. I quickly grabbed it off the ground and stuck it back on the stump of my arm, holding it on desperately. There was surprisingly little blood.

I looked around me, in an unfamiliar neighborhood, trying to get my mom to tell me how to get to my friend Andrew's dad, who could sew my arm back together.

That's how the dream ended. Me, holding my arm together.

Weirdness Within the Salvation Army

This is from a REALLY long time ago. I just found it.

This dream started out quite relevant to my real life, I was working on my decade paper for Sociology class and was going to the Salvation Army before orchestra rehearsal to try and turn my blue dress into a 1910's style dress. (This seemed plausible in my dream, but if you saw my blue dress you'd wonder how in the world I was going to do that.)

I walked into the Salvation Army with a couple members of my family, I believe, and we started looking around when a strange-looking lady showed up. She looked like a burn victim, her face was very pale with red blotches on it and she was wearing some weird headdress that was irrelevant to looking like a burn victim. She was just shopping around, but apparently thought that lots of people were staring at her, because she decided to loudly tell everyone what was wrong with her, just to clear up all questions.

She made us come over by her and explained that she had been burned and that's why she looked so different. She mentioned something about her husband, but then a couple minutes later told us she was in a lesbian marriage.

(This is where I started suspecting that she was just faking. I'm all for gay marriage, but this one was kind of strange.)

She told us that she was going to introduce us to her wife, and this Indian (like from India not Native American) midget woman walked out from behind something. She was wearing a purple tunic-thing with gold lining and there were a couple other women with her, and they were acting all sassy and defiant, as if we were all going to try and attack them. It really bothered me, because I dislike people who assume they have to be super-defiant.

At this point, I left the store and walked to my mini-van, and saw this guy I know named Zack on the way there. (Completely unrelated to dream.)

I got to the van and got into the trunk to play with my laptop. (I don't have one.)

Then there was this long, complex sequence explaining how the lady in the Salvation Army got burned by these pills that mess with your heart, and my sub-conscious mind made up a bunch of words and my friend Josh was involved.

The end. I hope your brain doesn't hurt from reading all of this craziness.

Oh, Gerard!

So I'm in this grocery store with my dad, and I don't remember what we were shopping for but I think I must've been hungry in my sleep because there were copious amounts of food involved.

We're walking through the grocery store and we see this guy I had a HUGE crush on throughout my freshman and sophomore years of high school, Kyle. He's kind of snooty now and I'm not a huge fan of his anymore, (hopefully he won't be reading this) but I would probably still get a little shy and goofy around him.

Kyle didn't see us, and I didn't really want to get involved in a conversation with him, so we just went about our business and then went to leave the store, but of course my dad noticed Kyle and decided to say something, so as we were leaving he goes, "Bye, Gerard."

Which, obviously, does not make sense because Kyle's name is Kyle, not Gerard.

It made me think of my AP English teacher, though, because she loves Gerard Butler. Speaking of Gerard Butler.


Omnomnomnomnomnomnom.
The End.

Cousin

I had a dream in which I relived the day my cousin died. There were a few differences, but it was still horrible.

Guinea Pig

In this dream several crazy things happened, but unfortunately, I barely remember any of them.

There was a very vivid part where my mom handed me a present, and when I opened it I found a guinea pig inside! It looked exactly like my old guinea pig, Pokey, but was the colors of my current dog. As the dream progressed, another guinea pig that looked just like one of my other old guinea pigs, Taffy, appeared but with my dog's colors also.

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.

Here's a question you should ask yourself every day.

Grace and Connor fail miserably.

I decided that any posts containing both me and Connor will have titles like this. (Refer back to "Grace and Connor are in a musical.")

Connor and I are conducting at a football game, and it's already getting weird. We have a guest marching band marching with our own, a school wearing green and white uniforms. Our school uniforms are suddenly all red and white (usually red and black) and the drumline is wearing all three, red, green, and white.

I was in something casual I think, because it was supposed to be a rehearsal, but when I looked over at Connor he was all decked out in our full uniform and I started getting mad because it made me look sloppy.

When I started the band, my mouth was so dry that the whistle was really weak. (I've been having dry mouth issues lately.) I wasn't sure if they would start or not, but they did and started playing "I Want You Back." I was conducting, but I started swaying on my ladder like I was dizzy. The ladder began to sway too, dipping down almost to the ground, but so far out in front of me that when it did I was in the middle of the field with the marchers.

At this point my clothes turned into my full uniform. The ladder continued to sway, and I stepped off of it when it almost reached the ground, but immediately ran into a marcher from the guest band because I was in the middle of the field.

I then tripped over a saxophone and my pants fell down. I stopped conducting, lying on the ground in a heap, deciding it was useless. The band stopped playing and moving altogether, and everyone was generally just standing there in silence.

I suddenly wondered why Connor was not still conducting. I looked over to him and reached out my hand to hit him, but when I did he fell down and turned into nothing but a pile of clothing. No person, just clothing.

It was a horrible, horrible dream.

Tron, iPads, and IV tubes.

This a dream from earlier in the week, 3-8-11.

The dream started out as me waking up in the morning and telling my dad I didn't want to go to school. He agreed right away, which was surprising to me, but he told me that I had thrown up during the night and I must not remember it.

I stayed home, but then I went looking for my mom and home suddenly shifted into the high school, therefore defeating the purpose of me staying home in the first place.

I found my mom in a weird part of the high school that I'd never seen before. (I'm really good at adding strange new additions to the high school in my dreams.) It looked like the old annex of my church mixed with an old person's house. I think I actually saw an old person, too.

Then the dream took a completely different turn, and that end of the story was never really tied up.

I was in a hospital gown outside of a hospital, with one of those little ports for an IV in my arm, all taped down and such, but no IV tube or bag. It was just like the time I had salmonella and needed an IV, except I was confused as to why I was in (or rather, outside) the hospital for just vomiting once. I quickly left and met up with my friend Rosie at the mall.

I drove us there and parked my minivan in a parking garage, and when we were done shopping, we went back to the garage to find that my van had been stolen! (I've grown rather attached to it over the years.) We ran around looking for it, then went back to the scene of the crime where we found it returned unharmed. However, some things were missing from inside of it. I looked up to see an old man walking away, putting my GPS inside a messenger bag over his shoulder.

I caught up with him and grabbed the GPS away and also found my iPad (I don't really have an iPad) in his bag.

After this, Rosie and I drove to my friend Kyle's house. I still had the hospital gown and IV port, only now an IV tube inexplicably showed up. No bag, just a tube. It was really annoying and was always getting in the way.

We got to Kyle's house and went inside, then suddenly had to leave in a big hurry. (I don't remember why.) We were running out to the van and it was getting dark, and suddenly a flash mob began forming between us and the van. It was a bunch of people who were wearing lighted-up suits that looked like they were from Tron, dancing right in our way, and more and more people kept joining.

Normally I would have thought this was awesome, but I really needed to get to my van and I got even more annoyed when one of the Tron-dancers grabbed my cell phone away from me and threw it.

The dream pretty much ended there.

Funny Story and then Zombies.

So this first story is something that actually happened, and I find it somewhat laughable.
I woke up at 6:15 this morning to a deep voice saying, "Listen to me... very... carefully." I realized it was my dad, standing just inside my doorway with the lights still off. I started freaking out, imagining some sort of doomsday scenario in which the two of us were being forced to escape the house in secret in order to survive.
However, he went on to say, "School. is. cancelled." Very slowly like that, too. At first I was like, "What?!"
Not because I hadn't heard him, but because I was surprised. He repeated himself again very slowly. I said something like, "Really?" and he said it again, and then a few more times in the exact same tone of voice. I finally turned on my light and told him I had heard him the first time, because apparently he thinks I'm a huge, deaf idiot when I first wake up.
Anyway, it was strange but pretty funny. I think he was more tired than I was.

----------------------------UPDATE--------------------------------------------------
My dad swears this did not happen. He says that he told me school was cancelled a bunch of times, and I just mumbled a lot and didn't respond. One of us was dreaming... the only question is - who? (It was definitely me.)





Then there was a dream about zombies, as usual. (I'm starting to run out of google image pictures to use so this one is myself and my brother from last year.)

I was with some people that I now don't remember. One of them was an older, kind of sexy guy. We were running around a maze-like area. The zombie apocalypse had already started, and occasionally (but not often at first) a comically slow-moving zombie would stumble out from behind a door or wall and one of us would kill it.

I didn't have to start killing zombies until one point near the end when we had picked up a few other people and suddenly, a group of zombies began surrounding us. I had a long knife in my hand, which I drove through several zombies' heads, somehow defying human anatomy by stabbing it straight through their skulls, when any good zombie assassin knows that the only way one can effectively stab a zombie through the head is through the eye. (This has been an inaccuracy in another zombie dream previously - remember the pens through the foreheads?)

Anyway, these zombies were kind of strange looking, they just looked like they had gross rashes on their faces instead of horrifically decomposed and bloody like the stereotypical zombie. (American Zombie style, rather than Dawn of the Dead.)

This post kind of makes me feel like I'm a zombie aficianado. I'm getting there. I still had to google how to spell "aficianado," though. It started out as "efficianado."

Break-up Dream.

It's official. Boyfriend and I have broken up. He will be referred to henceforth as Ex-Boyfriend.

Fortunately, I've already re-bounded in my dreams. Last night I had a wonderful dream about a guy who used to go to my school several years ago. I don't know him personally but I know about him and find him devilishly handsome. ;)

He was a tuba player at my high school long ago, and his photo is up on the All-State/MYAF wall. His picture is the first one, mine is the last.

In my dream, I was in a class that may have been financial management, because it resembled Ms. B's room, but there were subtle differences. Scott (the tuba player in question) showed up in our class and sat down at my table - apparently he had to make up a high school credit. (Which is weird because he's been out of high school for several years.)

Anyway, we were chatting and flirting a little bit, and I was getting a lot of positive signals. In the dream, he just had a girlfriend. In real life, I'm pretty sure he's married. Either way, he mentioned something about growing apart from his girlfriend and things just got more friendly between us.

He had a reputation in our class for only showing up to school occasionally, but once we started hanging out he came to class every day. I was gearing up to make a move (having nothing else to lose) when that part of the dream ended.

Then there was a little part at the end where we were in jazz band, but my old old band director was teaching it and my friend Laura, who played tenor sax in the jazz band two years ago, was back to visit.

For some reason I was trying to play tenor sax even though I'm a bari sax player, and was failing miserably. We were playing "Get it On" which has a pretty important bari part and I don't know why I was playing tenor, but I gave up quickly and just sat around for the rest of the song because I couldn't remember where my bari sax was.

Mmm... cheese.

This dream is actually a few weeks old, I just forgot to record it.

I dreamed that I woke up at 4 in the morning for school. I made myself a really delicious-looking breakfast after several attempts to use our old toaster, then went to school, still holding my plate of food.

I went into Mr. Super's classroom with my food and asked him if I could use some of his cheese. There were several blocks of cheese sitting on the tables in the front of the classroom, as well as a cheese grater.

He said yes, and also insisted on making me pancakes, since he was already making pancakes for his classes.

After I ate breakfast, I left Mr. Super's room and almost tripped over my father, who was lying on the floor in the hallway. Apparently he had thrown out his back while mentoring the robotics team.

The end.