When I was a kid, I used to have dreams all the time about being at school naked. I would be so intensely embarrassed that the feeling would stay with me even after I woke up.
One of these dreams involved running breakneck out of the classroom and down the long hall of the school with only a pillow to shield myself.
Last night, I dreamt that I was at a mission reunion.
No suit, no white shirt, no tie or tag--nothing.
The funny part was that in my dream, I totally tried to pass it off as no biggie. I kept getting bizarre looks and faces full of shock from the sisters, and I would shoot back a "What?" look. I was still intensely embarrassed, but I had decided that ignoring the problem would be my best bet.
What was I thinking?
What do you think it means?
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4.29.08
Today felt like three days.
I was up until about five thirty in the AM helping elisa finish editing an essay before she left to Romania. Ashley had also been enlisted, but on another task--BSing some sort of hoopwork hoopla paper that was supposed to be five to seven pages single spaced. After about two hours of monotonous drudgery, she finally grumbled "I hate this" before throwing in the towel. She passed out shortly thereafter and elisa had to strongarm her into getting off the tiny armchair she had curled up in and moving into a bed to sleep.
Also, we ate toast and imitated the elderly. And I made bad puns.
Slept six hours. Wrenched myself out of bed. Gag.
Worked on the lighting for Rabbit Hole until cast showed up for rehearsal at four.
TP tried to cancel the show again. Seriously pissered.
Rehearsal went really well, lighting looks beautiful I think, and many of the scenes hit a new level. Still stressed about getting the last few details together.
Afterwards, went to Target to buy some stuff to send Lisa her first package--Burt's Bees, Almond Roca, and some Ice Breakers. She's doing well in the MTC--I got my first letter from her yesterday. Also bought some Archer's Farms chips: Maple Barbecue Kettle chips and Baked Curry chips--so good!
Ash called and gave me the heads-up on a birthday party down by Provo Bakery. I pulled up and there were probably ten kids in the middle of the street grabbing at stuff on the ground. On closer inspection: Pinata bust!
We then played Pin the Horn on the Unicorn, discussed how much we all liked Elaine on her birthday, and had a bubble gum bubble blowing contest.
George Ann won.
Adam Griggs was a close second.
Then Zina's egyptian cat Reuben sat on Davey and left an unpleasant surprise. Davey left wearing Zina's blue sweats.
A bunch of kids decided to go hot potting, but I told myself that three late nights in a row was three too many and declined. Kind of wish I had gone--but it was probably best I didn't. I have such a hard time resisting adventures.
I am excited for summer.
Debating whether or not to pick up a few summer classes, and will probably have a job teaching a few theatre courses at Dixon's summer school.
Still trying to figure out how to get to London.
Preview night tomorrow!
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Archive: 2.10.06
Dream: I'm taking a shower...in the dark. The walls are thin. Old wooden planks. I can hear it raining outside. Thunder rumbles in the distance. I'm in an old, run down shack of a cabin deep in the Florida forest. Then--
CRASH.
It sounds like a boulder fell out of the sky onto the
cabin. Shut the water off, grab a towel and run outside.
"Did you see that flash?" someone asks.
We grab an ancient red fire extinguisher and a ladder to put out the fire on the roof started by the lightning strike. Pre-sunrise grey morning glow shines through the gaps between the shingles where the bolt came in. It's still raining. Warm, wet, Florida morning rain.
Put the fire out and hop back in the shower...in the dark.
"Our traditions have been such that we are not apt to look upon war between two nations as murder; but suppose that one family should rise up against another and begin to slay them, would they not be taken up and tried for murder? Then why not nations that rise up and slay each other in a scientific way be equally guilty of murder? Does it justify the slaying of men, women, and children that otherwise would have remained at home in peace, because a great army is doing the work? No: the guilty will be damned for it."
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