So I had the most horrible day. I went to a choral rehearsal which never got started. I kept running around the large rehearsal room, trying to find a seat (apparently it was open seating, not sitting with like voices) and trying to get the music. Every time I saw a group of people near a stack of music I'd get over there and discover it was a pile ( Read more... )

So I remembered that I'd mentioned the dream that I emailed to myself then it miraculously disappeared.... That was terrible grammar, but I don't care. So here's the dream, FINALLY!

1) I was dating this cute guy. We liked to go eat at cool/kitschy places and just have fun ( Read more... )

Okay, so I had to share this, at the encouragement of betsy_bassoon... ;-)

( I love my dreams. )

I hate my subconscious/brain/whatever it is that creates dreams. I hate waking up because, as I've mentioned before, my dreams are sooooo realistic that it takes a while when I wake up for me to realize that all the stuff I just experienced didn't really happen ( Read more... )