There were a bunch of people sleeping over my parents' house. I woke up and they were all played a game outside. I was mad that no one woke me up to play since I loved that game. It was 1pm when I woke up and they had been playing since 4am. I got dressed, noticed a pimple on my face and popped it.
I tried to see what other activity everyone wanted to do after their game. Some people wanted to sleep, someone was writing a letter and a few people had already left. We decided to go to a mall in CT (despite being about 4 hours away from it at my parents' house).
The imagination runs wild when you give it a chance. I hope you enjoy reading my dreams.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
And Everything Was Messed Up, Dreamed 3-25-11
(In real life I am part of a community theatre production of Ragtime, this tid bit will help the dream make a little more sense... I think. The actors in my dream in no way resembled the real actors.)
During a performance of Ragtime the actor who plays Coalhouse's little nephew jumped up on stage and ran into the backdrop house. Some of the other actors and I were behind the house. Coalhouse was mad and asked me and the actor who played Booker T to go out in front and glare at the kid until he left the stage. We did and when he left we returned to the area behind the house and the show continued. My parents were in the audience.
The Sarah character had a song to sing but the pianist started playing the wrong music. I jumped off stage to find the right music and put in a cassette tape so she could start.
At intermission I took my script to the restroom. There were men and women in the restroom and it was PACKED. I cut in line and told the lady I was in the show. There was a grassy hill in the bathroom with a little cottage/outhouse sitting on top of it. I went into that little bathroom room thing.
After I was done I ran back to the stage while freaking out. I couldn't remember any of my lines (I have 2 lines in the real life show). I was relieved that the first act was done by us hiding behind the wall and reading from out scripts.
I was shopping for chocolate vases in the backstage area with the actors playing Sarah's friends. We were wearing prom dresses.
During a performance of Ragtime the actor who plays Coalhouse's little nephew jumped up on stage and ran into the backdrop house. Some of the other actors and I were behind the house. Coalhouse was mad and asked me and the actor who played Booker T to go out in front and glare at the kid until he left the stage. We did and when he left we returned to the area behind the house and the show continued. My parents were in the audience.
The Sarah character had a song to sing but the pianist started playing the wrong music. I jumped off stage to find the right music and put in a cassette tape so she could start.
At intermission I took my script to the restroom. There were men and women in the restroom and it was PACKED. I cut in line and told the lady I was in the show. There was a grassy hill in the bathroom with a little cottage/outhouse sitting on top of it. I went into that little bathroom room thing.
After I was done I ran back to the stage while freaking out. I couldn't remember any of my lines (I have 2 lines in the real life show). I was relieved that the first act was done by us hiding behind the wall and reading from out scripts.
I was shopping for chocolate vases in the backstage area with the actors playing Sarah's friends. We were wearing prom dresses.
Clothing is Stressful, Dreamed -18-11
I was shopping for clothes with a friend. She was giving the sales girl in the store a really hard time and we ended up leaving long after the store closed. We found my car in the parking lot first so I drove her to her car. The parking lot was filled with pot holes and random, wandering debris. Two guys morphed into a human/bug/alien thing that walked in front of my car.
I found my mom in the parking lot outside of a camper/truck. She had given all of my dirty laundry to the Mexican woman in the truck to wash. The inside of the vehicle had been converted into a laundry room. I was mad at my mom for doing that. I got even angrier when the other woman in the truck mentioned the paint. The inside was still under construction and being painted. The women had managed to get paint all over some of my clothes. I gathered up my clothing while spouting obscenities at the women.
At some point I asked a girl in the truck, who looked about my age, if she knew a person I went to high school with. At first, my mother and I had thought she was the girl we were asking her about.
I found my mom in the parking lot outside of a camper/truck. She had given all of my dirty laundry to the Mexican woman in the truck to wash. The inside of the vehicle had been converted into a laundry room. I was mad at my mom for doing that. I got even angrier when the other woman in the truck mentioned the paint. The inside was still under construction and being painted. The women had managed to get paint all over some of my clothes. I gathered up my clothing while spouting obscenities at the women.
At some point I asked a girl in the truck, who looked about my age, if she knew a person I went to high school with. At first, my mother and I had thought she was the girl we were asking her about.
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