we can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable.
I had the strangest dream I've had in a long, long time.
It was a dream about a play. The play was about all of these Gothic horror story icons: Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; I think there was a mummy? AND I WAS THIS WEIRD CRAB CREATURE THAT I CANNOT PLACE FOR THE LIFE OF ME. I'm pretty sure I just made that one up. Anyway, my 9th grade literature teacher, whose name I can't remember, was the director of this play. Everything was going really well with the coordination of costumes and placement, and how the characters shared relations etc etc--but there was a problem. THERE WAS NO STORY LINE. THERE WAS NO DIALOG. Literally, every character was scrambling for what we were supposed to do because the play was going to premiere that night. Anyway, so every one was very nervous, myself included. Something ended up happening and when the curtain pulled, nothing happened, because nobody knew what to do. My 9th grade teacher ended up dismissing the crowd and said, "COME BACK TOMORROW NIGHT, I'M SURE THEY WILL BE READY." She wasn't happy at all. So everybody did more work and it was the next night, BUT WE STILL DID NOT HAVE AN OFFICIAL DIALOG. Everybody winged it. My part wasn't really until the middle of the play, so I had a while to panic, which I did. When I got back to my "spot" from a non-verbal part, my dad came down on set and said, "I can see you over this snow hill, I don't know why."
I reply, "It's because of the sweatshirt I have on underneath. I'm a crab, I need a hunch."
"Well maybe you could dig the snow a little deeper.."
"DAD, I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLAY. GO SIT DOWN."
"Everyone can see it, too."
So I dig the walk way deeper (which was real snow?) and then my father went and sat back down. My part arrived, and I was nervous as all Hell. But I had a plan, apparently, because I awed the audience with my flying acrobatics? I ended up doing this manly singing bit, and accused this little goblin creature I was running around with to deceiving Dr. Jekyll, and everybody was SHOCKED. Yeah. I bounced around on this extending pole and flew around the whole room probably changing the entire story line, BUT NOBODY EVEN KNEW. I got back to my spot, and then I woke up.
So uh, yeah. I have been sick. Sore throat, achy, tired, headache. No vomiting or runny nose, though. Not even really coughing. I got it after I came home from Crater Lake with Megan, which was a fantastic trip, by the way. We stayed in Bend. On our way back we stopped in Sisters for Ice Cream, and rented a boat at Clear Lake (which is one of my favorite places of all time). We took a lot of pictures, and they captured the lake really well, I thought. It's very pretty there.
Anywho, I'm sick. I was supposed to go to work with Megan last night, but I was not feeling well at all. So I went and got medicine and Season 3 of Friends, and watched that until I fell asleep. I was also supposed to go to breakfast with her and Erica this morning at the Glenwood, but I was feeling the same, if not worse. I felt bad cancelling twice, but I didn't want to risk getting them sick, and I just really had no energy to even exist.
Right now is about the same. I'll probably just stock up on taking my meds and take it easy. I think there might be more Friends involved, too.
It was a dream about a play. The play was about all of these Gothic horror story icons: Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; I think there was a mummy? AND I WAS THIS WEIRD CRAB CREATURE THAT I CANNOT PLACE FOR THE LIFE OF ME. I'm pretty sure I just made that one up. Anyway, my 9th grade literature teacher, whose name I can't remember, was the director of this play. Everything was going really well with the coordination of costumes and placement, and how the characters shared relations etc etc--but there was a problem. THERE WAS NO STORY LINE. THERE WAS NO DIALOG. Literally, every character was scrambling for what we were supposed to do because the play was going to premiere that night. Anyway, so every one was very nervous, myself included. Something ended up happening and when the curtain pulled, nothing happened, because nobody knew what to do. My 9th grade teacher ended up dismissing the crowd and said, "COME BACK TOMORROW NIGHT, I'M SURE THEY WILL BE READY." She wasn't happy at all. So everybody did more work and it was the next night, BUT WE STILL DID NOT HAVE AN OFFICIAL DIALOG. Everybody winged it. My part wasn't really until the middle of the play, so I had a while to panic, which I did. When I got back to my "spot" from a non-verbal part, my dad came down on set and said, "I can see you over this snow hill, I don't know why."
I reply, "It's because of the sweatshirt I have on underneath. I'm a crab, I need a hunch."
"Well maybe you could dig the snow a little deeper.."
"DAD, I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLAY. GO SIT DOWN."
"Everyone can see it, too."
So I dig the walk way deeper (which was real snow?) and then my father went and sat back down. My part arrived, and I was nervous as all Hell. But I had a plan, apparently, because I awed the audience with my flying acrobatics? I ended up doing this manly singing bit, and accused this little goblin creature I was running around with to deceiving Dr. Jekyll, and everybody was SHOCKED. Yeah. I bounced around on this extending pole and flew around the whole room probably changing the entire story line, BUT NOBODY EVEN KNEW. I got back to my spot, and then I woke up.
So uh, yeah. I have been sick. Sore throat, achy, tired, headache. No vomiting or runny nose, though. Not even really coughing. I got it after I came home from Crater Lake with Megan, which was a fantastic trip, by the way. We stayed in Bend. On our way back we stopped in Sisters for Ice Cream, and rented a boat at Clear Lake (which is one of my favorite places of all time). We took a lot of pictures, and they captured the lake really well, I thought. It's very pretty there.
Anywho, I'm sick. I was supposed to go to work with Megan last night, but I was not feeling well at all. So I went and got medicine and Season 3 of Friends, and watched that until I fell asleep. I was also supposed to go to breakfast with her and Erica this morning at the Glenwood, but I was feeling the same, if not worse. I felt bad cancelling twice, but I didn't want to risk getting them sick, and I just really had no energy to even exist.
Right now is about the same. I'll probably just stock up on taking my meds and take it easy. I think there might be more Friends involved, too.