Requiem for a dream, or at least a minuet
I've had some weird dreams recently. Two nights ago, it was that I was really late to meet up with Natalie for something, and I can't remember why. And that silberzauber was like left at the airport, stranded, and couldn't meet Eric. This morning's were twofold I was at a RHPS at Hopkins that had gone awry. Peter B was there, and he seemed to have 0 control over what was going on. No devirginization. Charlie played "Charlie", thus opening the show. (A mix between Magenta and Trixie?)
Then I came home to my apartment, with Sarah dropping me off. All of a sudden, it was just me in the car. I had no idea how to park it. (Leftover from my weekend experience, which I still owe y'all) So I just left it out front. When I came inside, everything was messed up. Sarah's room was no longer directly accessible from mine, though in reality it's not. A doorway had been removed or something. And my radiator had fallen off. She was watching TV and talking on the phone, but we managed to eventually figure a way to see each other and deal with the situation.
But I had to go to a BCS event, so I ran to the Elmira airport with a guy friend (maybe Andy or davelogredux). We hopped in an elevator and magically were put on the plane. We could do this because we knew that the hoedowns were notoriously lax with security. Hoedowns? At an airport? I think it was supposed to be hosedowns, but I just lost that S. We were headed to Ithaca.. Or so we thought. Soon after the plane took off, we learned that it was headed towards some small town near Binghamton. But about 5 minutes later, we had landed on Denison Parkway. We turned left on Cedar Street and promptly headed over Centerway bridge. While crossing the river, everybody in the plane marvelled at the people who were on islands target shooting. Some people had wooden, human-shaped targets. Others were all standing in a circle? And there was a lot of hubbub about some mysterious island with just a silver smokestack or something on it. I thought it was no big deal. And there was a destroyer ship in the river, too. Oh, the mighty Chemung. Across the river, the plane was taxiing through some woods and we noticed a lot of boats on the river. People were in red kimonos. I said that they were Dutch tourists, and somebody (Kris?) claimed that the Dutch had left a lot of boats there in the 16th Century. The woman across the aisle from us was grading Hopkins homeworks and they had something to do with davelogredux, either by his name or department. Another woman got concerned that we weren't headed the right way to Ithaca. She told us how her husband, early in their marriage, had started driving one way to get there, but she knew there was a better way. It just didn't make sense by that point to tell him it -- he was already stuck in his ways. (Routes 13, 14, and 15 all came into this conversation. This may be the first time I've noticed the preponderance of *teen roads in the area.) The plane came out of the woods and we saw that we were indeed headed on East 17. Certainly not the way to Ithaca. Male-companion and I were afraid we'd have to buy plane tickets from Binghamton to Ithaca and be really late to our whatever. Then Andrea from BCS came bounding up and said that she had a present for me. I had left part of my wallet somewhere. Ta da!
And I woke up thinking that I'd had a super amount of sleep, but it was really only about 7 hours. I guess it was of the utmost quality.
Then I came home to my apartment, with Sarah dropping me off. All of a sudden, it was just me in the car. I had no idea how to park it. (Leftover from my weekend experience, which I still owe y'all) So I just left it out front. When I came inside, everything was messed up. Sarah's room was no longer directly accessible from mine, though in reality it's not. A doorway had been removed or something. And my radiator had fallen off. She was watching TV and talking on the phone, but we managed to eventually figure a way to see each other and deal with the situation.
But I had to go to a BCS event, so I ran to the Elmira airport with a guy friend (maybe Andy or davelogredux). We hopped in an elevator and magically were put on the plane. We could do this because we knew that the hoedowns were notoriously lax with security. Hoedowns? At an airport? I think it was supposed to be hosedowns, but I just lost that S. We were headed to Ithaca.. Or so we thought. Soon after the plane took off, we learned that it was headed towards some small town near Binghamton. But about 5 minutes later, we had landed on Denison Parkway. We turned left on Cedar Street and promptly headed over Centerway bridge. While crossing the river, everybody in the plane marvelled at the people who were on islands target shooting. Some people had wooden, human-shaped targets. Others were all standing in a circle? And there was a lot of hubbub about some mysterious island with just a silver smokestack or something on it. I thought it was no big deal. And there was a destroyer ship in the river, too. Oh, the mighty Chemung. Across the river, the plane was taxiing through some woods and we noticed a lot of boats on the river. People were in red kimonos. I said that they were Dutch tourists, and somebody (Kris?) claimed that the Dutch had left a lot of boats there in the 16th Century. The woman across the aisle from us was grading Hopkins homeworks and they had something to do with davelogredux, either by his name or department. Another woman got concerned that we weren't headed the right way to Ithaca. She told us how her husband, early in their marriage, had started driving one way to get there, but she knew there was a better way. It just didn't make sense by that point to tell him it -- he was already stuck in his ways. (Routes 13, 14, and 15 all came into this conversation. This may be the first time I've noticed the preponderance of *teen roads in the area.) The plane came out of the woods and we saw that we were indeed headed on East 17. Certainly not the way to Ithaca. Male-companion and I were afraid we'd have to buy plane tickets from Binghamton to Ithaca and be really late to our whatever. Then Andrea from BCS came bounding up and said that she had a present for me. I had left part of my wallet somewhere. Ta da!
And I woke up thinking that I'd had a super amount of sleep, but it was really only about 7 hours. I guess it was of the utmost quality.