Damn Phone interupting my dreams
Panem went out to buy catfood this morning so he wasnt here at 8am when the phone began to ring...and ring...and ring. So I dragged my butt out of bed just in time to miss whoever was calling. The answering machine light was flashing so I assumed they left a message. Nope they hung up. Turns out it was Azoa! Now I know that since we all have Hansenet the calls are free between us but for god sakes at that early in the morning spend 2 cents and call Panem's handy why dont cha! So now I am up.
Awoken from a lovely dream about Andy Bell. I was at a concert and he was singing to me. I dont recall which song right now but Im thinking it was something from "I Say I Say I Say". He had been walking up to various people in the audience and having them sing a line or two of the song that was being performed. WHen he came to me I messed up and everyone laughed. So he felt bad and thus why he was singing the song to me. The guy I knew in college, the one responsible for getting me hooked on Erasure in the first place, Justin was there. Then for some reason Andy gave me this men's style ring. It must have been his. It was thick and gold, The front was square with a semi circular slant, like if you push your finger tip on one side of a square. It had a small diamond set in it.
Then everyone was on this beautiful grassy island. There was a large red bridge in Japanese style leading from one side to the land. Too bad fire hydrants on the island were exploding and the island was flooding. For some reason we couldnt cross the bridge. The way out was through a tunnel, like a subway station. You had to walk partially down the steps but then you had to hold your breath and dive down to go further. So I managed to do this and came up on the otherside, still underground but not underwater. I think most everyone made it.
Then there was a woman behind me who said I had the ticket. I didnt know what she meant but apparently the serial number on the concert ticket stub meant something. She kept yelling it wasnt mine but Inga's. I told her I didnt know what she was talking about. The ticket was worth money because of a contest. Turns out that Inga had her ticket all along it was in her car. I got onto the bus with Andy, Justin and other people who I think were technical behind the scenes guys. I didnt sit in the back with Andy although I was tempeted instead I ended up next to this deformed little man with a thick black beard, bulbous nose, and no teeth. Then the phone rang and I missed out on the end of an interesting dream.
Awoken from a lovely dream about Andy Bell. I was at a concert and he was singing to me. I dont recall which song right now but Im thinking it was something from "I Say I Say I Say". He had been walking up to various people in the audience and having them sing a line or two of the song that was being performed. WHen he came to me I messed up and everyone laughed. So he felt bad and thus why he was singing the song to me. The guy I knew in college, the one responsible for getting me hooked on Erasure in the first place, Justin was there. Then for some reason Andy gave me this men's style ring. It must have been his. It was thick and gold, The front was square with a semi circular slant, like if you push your finger tip on one side of a square. It had a small diamond set in it.
Then everyone was on this beautiful grassy island. There was a large red bridge in Japanese style leading from one side to the land. Too bad fire hydrants on the island were exploding and the island was flooding. For some reason we couldnt cross the bridge. The way out was through a tunnel, like a subway station. You had to walk partially down the steps but then you had to hold your breath and dive down to go further. So I managed to do this and came up on the otherside, still underground but not underwater. I think most everyone made it.
Then there was a woman behind me who said I had the ticket. I didnt know what she meant but apparently the serial number on the concert ticket stub meant something. She kept yelling it wasnt mine but Inga's. I told her I didnt know what she was talking about. The ticket was worth money because of a contest. Turns out that Inga had her ticket all along it was in her car. I got onto the bus with Andy, Justin and other people who I think were technical behind the scenes guys. I didnt sit in the back with Andy although I was tempeted instead I ended up next to this deformed little man with a thick black beard, bulbous nose, and no teeth. Then the phone rang and I missed out on the end of an interesting dream.