Vannah
I had this nutty dream last night.
I arrived at this music festival that was located near a bay. I don't know exactly where we were, but it was beautiful. I came to what seemed to be some sort of information booth that was under a canopy, and I met this girl. The strange thing was that she already knew my name. I can't recall her explanation on that one, but she knew it and had a great big smile on her face when it was confirmed. I asked for hers, but I didn't quite hear her clearly over the loud music. It didn't seem to be a big deal. I didn't think I'd end up spending a lot of time with this cute little blonde and it sounded like Melissa or Jenny, so I figured if it came up, it would only take me one or two guesses before I got her name right again.
I sat down with her and chatted for a while. I spoke to some of the other event staff there, and they were just as nice as can be. One of the ladies in particular asked me to guess her occupation; I told her she looked like a teacher. She was a janitor. We talked about the festival and how I had received information on it. I never even heard of the festival, but my guess was that these folks networked with the Tomfest people and since I signed up for their materials, I was sent this material as well. I told them about what I did: working with special education, and a minute later I even mentioned my photography work with polaroid in hand. They told me about some of the rules they had there at the festival which were fairly strange. Certain moves and gestures in the pit were not allowed, like brushing your shoulder off. Strange indeed. If I'm not mistaken, alcohol was allowed as well, which was a surprises for me because I, for some odd reason, thought it was a festival like Tomfest not allowing any sort of narcotics or alcohol.
She got up and walked away, signaling for me to follow, so I did. I asked the lady I was speaking to if I was ok to leave my tripod there in the corner near her and she said it was fine. When I turn back to find her, she's got on completely different clothes. Geeze. I walked over with camera in hand, and before I knew it we were in this building that looked kind of like a library. There were computers and everything. All of a sudden, most of my close friends turn the corner. I introduce them all by name.. I remember Fernie, Adrian, Chop, Paul, Phil and James were there as well as some other faces, but I could not, for the life of me, remember her name. We all ended up sitting down at the computers to check email or something and I ended up sitting next to her in a fairly secluded row. I had to come clean, so I leaned over, apologized and told her that for some odd reason "I was drawing a complete blank" on her name. She looked at me kind of funny and told me, "Vanessa [???] Jr.!! You know.. Vannah!"
I felt like a total ass and explained how my hearing was awful and I just didn't hear her well the first time. She was gracious and we chatted a little more there. I started to think that I was crushing a good bit at this point...
I then woke up.
Dream over.
Nuts man... I haven't had such a detail oriented dream that I remember so well in such a long time.
I arrived at this music festival that was located near a bay. I don't know exactly where we were, but it was beautiful. I came to what seemed to be some sort of information booth that was under a canopy, and I met this girl. The strange thing was that she already knew my name. I can't recall her explanation on that one, but she knew it and had a great big smile on her face when it was confirmed. I asked for hers, but I didn't quite hear her clearly over the loud music. It didn't seem to be a big deal. I didn't think I'd end up spending a lot of time with this cute little blonde and it sounded like Melissa or Jenny, so I figured if it came up, it would only take me one or two guesses before I got her name right again.
I sat down with her and chatted for a while. I spoke to some of the other event staff there, and they were just as nice as can be. One of the ladies in particular asked me to guess her occupation; I told her she looked like a teacher. She was a janitor. We talked about the festival and how I had received information on it. I never even heard of the festival, but my guess was that these folks networked with the Tomfest people and since I signed up for their materials, I was sent this material as well. I told them about what I did: working with special education, and a minute later I even mentioned my photography work with polaroid in hand. They told me about some of the rules they had there at the festival which were fairly strange. Certain moves and gestures in the pit were not allowed, like brushing your shoulder off. Strange indeed. If I'm not mistaken, alcohol was allowed as well, which was a surprises for me because I, for some odd reason, thought it was a festival like Tomfest not allowing any sort of narcotics or alcohol.
She got up and walked away, signaling for me to follow, so I did. I asked the lady I was speaking to if I was ok to leave my tripod there in the corner near her and she said it was fine. When I turn back to find her, she's got on completely different clothes. Geeze. I walked over with camera in hand, and before I knew it we were in this building that looked kind of like a library. There were computers and everything. All of a sudden, most of my close friends turn the corner. I introduce them all by name.. I remember Fernie, Adrian, Chop, Paul, Phil and James were there as well as some other faces, but I could not, for the life of me, remember her name. We all ended up sitting down at the computers to check email or something and I ended up sitting next to her in a fairly secluded row. I had to come clean, so I leaned over, apologized and told her that for some odd reason "I was drawing a complete blank" on her name. She looked at me kind of funny and told me, "Vanessa [???] Jr.!! You know.. Vannah!"
I felt like a total ass and explained how my hearing was awful and I just didn't hear her well the first time. She was gracious and we chatted a little more there. I started to think that I was crushing a good bit at this point...
I then woke up.
Dream over.
Nuts man... I haven't had such a detail oriented dream that I remember so well in such a long time.