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am feeling sinusy today (it never goes away, does it?), and don't believe there's anything dire i'm supposed to be doing, so i have decided to take the day for myself. i didn't even get out of bed until ten minutes ago, and that was because one of my housemates knocked on the door to ask if i knew something i don't. :-) soon i'm thinking of going back to bed.
but i've had weird dreams. i've had strange dreams for a few nights, actually -- including one in which i was, actually, sleeping with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kronemab, despite the universally-acknowledged wrongness of such a concept -- but this morning's weird dream was this:
i was back at my high school, and they were doing little shop of horrors again. it was opening this weekend, and they either didn't have or had lost their mrs. luce (a tiny, tiny role of no consequence whatsoever, which i played in high school), so the director -- the same director from when i was in high school -- asked me to step in, and i agreed. the girl who played ophelia when we did hamlet was audrey, and some other people from the few years ahead of mine were there as well. about five minutes before my cue, i realized i had no costume, so i went tearing through the costume room -- which of course bore no earthly resemblance to any costume room i've ever worked in; this thing was spacious and well-organized, for a start -- looking for something. finally someone with a headset told me that the director had said worst case scenario, just go on in my street clothes. i remember looking for a black leather jacket other than my own, since mine is slouchy and baggy. the guy who played renfield when we did dracula offered me his, but his was festooned with zippers and whatnot, like a biker jacket, and also boxy and no more fitting. i was looking for a leather blazer, really, which one or two people had, but i knew they wouldn't fit me.
i also spent a couple of minutes searching in vain for a script, so i could brush up on my lines, which i hadn't seen in twelve or thirteen years. so then i went on, and nailed the scene, which was not a scene from little shop at all. the girl playing audrey was standing and talking to another woman (played by another girl from a year ahead of me, a dancer) as i came onstage, and the scene went like this.
the director said well done, since i hadn't seen the show in years, i picked it right up again, very impressive. and that was one of the last scenes in it, so then it was time for the curtain call. and the house was packed, even though it was only a dress rehearsal.
very strange. would anyone like to offer an interpretation? (i happen to agree with those who say dreams have no meanings themselves, that they're just the central nervous system making sure everything's working properly -- testing, testing -- which, especially when you're the CNS of someone who's been dead asleep for eleven hours, is probably something you want to be extra sure of. but interpretations can be fun. [g])
oh. also, hiked out to the grocery store yesterday, so i have breakfast things in my room. didn't get cereal, because there's no lactose free milk around here, meh. but i got cereal bars. there are three varieties of special K bars, and i am now in a position to call the score:
original: not bad
peach & apricot: icky
apple & pear: yum!
you're all welcome.
but i've had weird dreams. i've had strange dreams for a few nights, actually -- including one in which i was, actually, sleeping with
kronemab, despite the universally-acknowledged wrongness of such a concept -- but this morning's weird dream was this:i was back at my high school, and they were doing little shop of horrors again. it was opening this weekend, and they either didn't have or had lost their mrs. luce (a tiny, tiny role of no consequence whatsoever, which i played in high school), so the director -- the same director from when i was in high school -- asked me to step in, and i agreed. the girl who played ophelia when we did hamlet was audrey, and some other people from the few years ahead of mine were there as well. about five minutes before my cue, i realized i had no costume, so i went tearing through the costume room -- which of course bore no earthly resemblance to any costume room i've ever worked in; this thing was spacious and well-organized, for a start -- looking for something. finally someone with a headset told me that the director had said worst case scenario, just go on in my street clothes. i remember looking for a black leather jacket other than my own, since mine is slouchy and baggy. the guy who played renfield when we did dracula offered me his, but his was festooned with zippers and whatnot, like a biker jacket, and also boxy and no more fitting. i was looking for a leather blazer, really, which one or two people had, but i knew they wouldn't fit me.
i also spent a couple of minutes searching in vain for a script, so i could brush up on my lines, which i hadn't seen in twelve or thirteen years. so then i went on, and nailed the scene, which was not a scene from little shop at all. the girl playing audrey was standing and talking to another woman (played by another girl from a year ahead of me, a dancer) as i came onstage, and the scene went like this.
mrs. luce: [entering] miss crewe. we were very impressed by your ... thoroughness.
audrey: thank you.
mrs. luce: you're very talented. i'd like you to think about a position in my organization.
audrey: thank you very much.
mrs. luce: thank you. [exit]
the director said well done, since i hadn't seen the show in years, i picked it right up again, very impressive. and that was one of the last scenes in it, so then it was time for the curtain call. and the house was packed, even though it was only a dress rehearsal.
very strange. would anyone like to offer an interpretation? (i happen to agree with those who say dreams have no meanings themselves, that they're just the central nervous system making sure everything's working properly -- testing, testing -- which, especially when you're the CNS of someone who's been dead asleep for eleven hours, is probably something you want to be extra sure of. but interpretations can be fun. [g])
oh. also, hiked out to the grocery store yesterday, so i have breakfast things in my room. didn't get cereal, because there's no lactose free milk around here, meh. but i got cereal bars. there are three varieties of special K bars, and i am now in a position to call the score:
original: not bad
peach & apricot: icky
apple & pear: yum!
you're all welcome.
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I have this sort of dream (the looking everywhere frantically for something) when my subconscious is trying to tell me I've forgotten something important, or when my anxiety level is such that I FEEL as if I'm forgetting something important, even if I haven't.