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I dreamed that gas went up to 6 dollars a gallon.
I'm also pretty sure that one of my choirmates accused me of sounding bad during my dream and asked me to fix that. Dr. Janisch took up for me though. He told the girl to mind her own business... and when I looked down at the music I understood why I might have been off. There were six lines on the staff instead of five, lending some confusion to what the notes were supposed to be.
I'm not sure whether I dreamed this or if it was really happening-- and I think it was really happening-- but in the room next door to mine, I think somebody was getting busy... there was rhythmic banging on the wall and muffled laughter. I remember thinking about taking one of my nerf balls and pounding it on the wall continuously until they stopped.
Oui.
I'm also pretty sure that one of my choirmates accused me of sounding bad during my dream and asked me to fix that. Dr. Janisch took up for me though. He told the girl to mind her own business... and when I looked down at the music I understood why I might have been off. There were six lines on the staff instead of five, lending some confusion to what the notes were supposed to be.
I'm not sure whether I dreamed this or if it was really happening-- and I think it was really happening-- but in the room next door to mine, I think somebody was getting busy... there was rhythmic banging on the wall and muffled laughter. I remember thinking about taking one of my nerf balls and pounding it on the wall continuously until they stopped.
Oui.