Toothpaste makes my orange juice sour
I had a dream last night where I was singing opera while doing a cooking show sort of thing on a stage.
The 'play' was directed by a girl in my High School class and I only had one run though before I had to go on.
I couldn't remember the lyrics (but the tune was that "because I got high" song) so they were going to get me to do a song that was more in my real life register because it had easier lyrics, but when I tried to sing it I couldn't (it was so flat and croaky).. all I could sing was this super high (for me) part and it was crystal clear, simply brilliant. I should have been on Broadway.. but this was one messed up dream ;)
So we hid the lyrics on pancakes. Imagine a HUGE stack of pancakes.. that's how long this song went for. I'd originally suggested just taping it to the inside of a skillet.. but apparently that was too tacky.
So I got onstage and it was daylight, so I could see the crowd staring at me, but it wasn't that bad because they either really liked my amazing dream-voice or they were interested in food (I think I was making the post-show snacks) so I was a hit in a "your crowd are zombie-attentive" way.
I was prepping fine diced white onions (say that ten times fast) while this was happening, except for the break to make watermelon juice with an electric juicer... and to slice some carrots into diagonal bits..
It was a very detailed dream and I can remember most of it still.. very strange.
Even more strange is that this seems to be a full blog entry.
The 'play' was directed by a girl in my High School class and I only had one run though before I had to go on.
I couldn't remember the lyrics (but the tune was that "because I got high" song) so they were going to get me to do a song that was more in my real life register because it had easier lyrics, but when I tried to sing it I couldn't (it was so flat and croaky).. all I could sing was this super high (for me) part and it was crystal clear, simply brilliant. I should have been on Broadway.. but this was one messed up dream ;)
So we hid the lyrics on pancakes. Imagine a HUGE stack of pancakes.. that's how long this song went for. I'd originally suggested just taping it to the inside of a skillet.. but apparently that was too tacky.
So I got onstage and it was daylight, so I could see the crowd staring at me, but it wasn't that bad because they either really liked my amazing dream-voice or they were interested in food (I think I was making the post-show snacks) so I was a hit in a "your crowd are zombie-attentive" way.
I was prepping fine diced white onions (say that ten times fast) while this was happening, except for the break to make watermelon juice with an electric juicer... and to slice some carrots into diagonal bits..
It was a very detailed dream and I can remember most of it still.. very strange.
Even more strange is that this seems to be a full blog entry.