Last night, I had a dream. About student presentations. The students in the classroom were just a random set of friends from different periods in my life... It ended with me getting all flustered/angry about the wrong things, and D R0D and the girls singing "Midnight Train to Georgia", college a cappella style also. Curley, the teacher, eventually gave up and dismissed class. Because. Who can compete with a bunch of kids singing Midnight Train to Georgia? Especially when it just cuts out in the middle seeing as how they don't know all the words.
Last night, I had a dream. I can't remember the details. Shame on me for not recording it earlier. It foreshadowed that everything was going to hell...
That's weird. I'm going to be fighting lots of uphill battles this semester. And... All I can feel is everything going down hill. Lots of things. Lots and lots of things that would have been ooey gooey nice things...
But see, that's the problem in my mind. Too much crap is ooey gooey. People can't just... Concentrate on the important things. Provable things.
Whatever. I should just learn to have more faith in myself. For someone so independent, I've got to admit, I don't have much faith in others, nor do I do myself.
That's because everyone sucks. And there are only so few things in this world that... Are pure and good and make you feel great all the time. The rest are filled with shadows, lies, temporary alliances, and more lies and disappointments. Lots of them.
Last night I had a dream about Miniversity. And how Danny Han, of all people, had a scheduling conflict and didn't know what to do... As if he was overloaded with work. Which would bring me back to that In Living Color line of Korean children having multiple jobs and you only having none.
Crazy connections.
Two for one. This is what I get for being lazy...
Last night, I had a dream about... Racing cars. With a very familiar crew of people. So we were going around and around this asphalt-covered race track. The dream does feature, however, Marty McFly's mom in her Delorian, the original... And Jesus, too, had a Delorian, but one not as cool. Odd.
The night before last, I had a dream about a crew of people, including myself, trying to break into a spaceship base. The long and short of it is that I ruined the operation by connecting an unauthorized black laptop into our hacking equipment... Yeah, I'm a noob.
I should have recorded this other dream I had, but it was just about interacting with certain friends... But this new one I remember was a little more interesting. And it produced a memo in my head. Like, I looked towards a person, and remembered that I had to do something for them... But then when I actually acknowledged what it is I had to do, I realized that the thought was an artifact from my dream.
So I'm walking in some environment in my favorite red (garnet?) sweater. All of a sudden, I look down and I'm wearing this pin... Not just any pin. The Pin. And I'm like, what do I do with this? How do I have it in my possession? I figure, maybe I forgot to give it back the first time (now that I type this, I realize that I really did give it back the first time).
I'm walking down the hallway and I'm freaking out. So I start a-schemin', thinking about how I should go about returning it. I attend the class, I sit down, yada yada yada... And then I take off the pin, but it in some weird, crushable canister type container, and go wild thinking about how mission impossible I'd go returning to Angelos numero uno.
And then I'm back to my fictional todo list. Task one was to return said pin. And task two was to ask if... Maybe... Hypothetically... What if one were to... You know... Just live in the house. How much would that be? Just... curious.
I had this weird dream that I was being chased by the FBI for asking too many questions about Elizabeth Churchill's digital poster board project... And then I tried arguing why didn't they know of my character, since I was working for FBI agents in some capacity already.