And 4 if you want to get technical.
I have two dreams to write...or do I? Wait, yes I do. I was about to start worrying for a moment.
But first!
Music for you people:
Fly- Sugar Ray
Someday- Sugar Ray
Walking On The Sun- Smash Mouth
Then The Morning Comes- Smash Mouth
The Sign- Ace of Base
Don't Turn Around- Ace of Base
All That She Wants- Ace of Base
H! Vltg3- Linkin Park (Reanimation)
Time- Benny Benassi
Happiness Factory- Benny Benassi
That's just a small taste of some of the music I like.
I like all sorts (minus a few) really...I just really like sharing my music with people.
It's so fun. Be cultured!
Anyway...Dream #1:
This one is for Brandon, mostly. He wanted to know it and so I promised him I'd type it up in this here journal contraption.
Anyway...
I dreamt that I was in a strange type of garden. It was like we (the people in the dream and me) were in a really small chunk of DreamLand. There were tiny sparkling lights floating around and the grass was wet.
There were stone steps, and even a few rooms....OH! I know how to describe it...relatively! Picture my house, but as a mystical garden-type place.
It was nothing but girls there, and my Pro Cooking 2 teacher Mrs. Van Patten. She was dressed in her chef's jacket and some ordinary blue jeans. I've never seen her in anything else...(not true...but ALMOST true). Anyway, each one of the girls including me had to go into a separate room to try and find something. It was just like a scavenger hunt. There were lit pathways to each one of the rooms, and we were given a piece of paper with a picture of the object we were to find. I waited until all the other girls had gone to get their items before attempting to find mine. I had been wandering around (there were more rooms than my house) and I had discovered the whereabouts of my item in advance...it was a tiny statue of a head...no one's in particular. Just art, I guess. And so I guess I was a little bit too late because when I retrieve my item I go into her room and she's laying on a bed with some guy who resembled a cute spanish teacher Mr. Barton...just with a bigger head...I assumed that was her husband but it couldn't have been because I've never seen him, and he was too young. Mrs. Van Patten was positively GLOWING though. I'd never seen her smile with such true happiness. It was nice, but I was embarrassed to have invaded her privacy so I just apologized and told her I'd found my item.
Then I woke up sometime after that. Not sure what happened.
Dream #2:
This one was from Wednesday night. It was so cool...
I dreamt that a younger version of my sisters and myself went down a cobblestone alley at night. We went into plain brick building (the bricks were a kind of beige color...not the typical red). It turned out to be a really fancy restaurant...but it was sort of mysterious...like it only catered to a certain type of person...It was packed full of people. I noticed that people were all chatting happily, but that no one had any food. It was like the waiters and chefs had been waiting for our arrival.
We found ourselves a table that was adjacent to one where we saw Daddy talking to some of his friends. We didn't really get up to greet him though. It was like there was a certain way you were supposed to behave...not because they would throw you out if you rebelled, but because the sheer atmosphere of the place willed it out of you in some strange compelling way. There was music in the background. It played only songs I knew, but no hip hop or rap, which was good. Shortly after we sat down, lots of waiters burst through the double doors leading to the kitchen with platters of food for everyone. Everyone was getting the same thing. I can't tell what it was...I know there was bread...probably Focaccia. But let me tell you, it was delicious. And when my sisters and I finished eating...we just went along the walkways and out the way we came in....
That was the end....
My description isn't doing it justice though...it was such an awesome dream.
I wonder if I should get Lonnie to try to find out what it means.
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