Entry #788- We're only good for the latest trends
Weird dream last night.
The most vivid parts of the dream are super choppy, which I blame on my waking up and falling back asleep this morning.
In no particular order:
A bunch of us were all on stage. I think it was supposed to be like cast and crew for something, but it also felt a lot like choir. I specifically remember Hannah, Maddie, and Rachele being there. We were all up on stage (but not the RV stage, it was much bigger than that) and we were supposed to be singing a certain song. When the music came on (apparently we were being accompanied by a CD, which is something I've never experience in a choir-format and think is cheesy), it was the wrong song but some of the girls knew it anyways. I was getting sort of into it, dancing around and whatnot, and I felt sort of self-conscious because my parents were in the audience, as were I think some of my other family members. We kept being shifted around on stage by a person who was unimportant in my dream. Finally we sang our song properly and came off stage. I sat in a seat next to Angie (not crew Angie, this was Angie Knerl). We were both wearing white, but I specifically remember that I was wearing the toga costume that I picked out for work. Angie was wearing some kind of rennaissance-y white dress. We were sort of embraced, in the way that our friends do, just sitting there. I believe that we were either supposed to be watching something or else it was during a time when there was nothing happening on the stage. Jack came up to us and sat in front of us, and we talked to him some. He smiled at me and I smiled back. A little while later, Elise and Joel were sitting with us talking about elementary school and whatnot. Angie and Elise didn't recognize each other at first, until I made a comment about all of us going to elementary school together. It was weird.
We were on a tram-type bus in France. As we got off, there was a sign in French and I noted how easy it was to get around a country where you know limited amounts of the language after going to Italy. We went into a book store, that was also partially my dad's friend's house (this particular friend being Greg, who currently lives in Iowa City and went to college with my dad). We wandered around, and in one room, my dad started playing with this remote control that went to their bed. It was an air mattress that could lose or gain air from a push of the button, and also rotate any way or flip itself over. I remember chiding my dad for messing around with it, knowing that they would have to fix it all when they went to sleep that night. The book store part was interesting. Everything was completely in english, but it didn't seem weird that all the books in this french bookstore were not in french. We went in to find a book for my dad and once he found it, he told my brother and I that we could each get a book. I'm not entirely sure that we ever did find a book each, but Dave did point out a glass container thing that we both knew was an alocohol container (but it should be more of an oil holder, considering the shape and whatnot). It was a greenish color.
And that's all I can really remember right now. I might try to decipher all of this later.
Dreams are weird.
Manda
The most vivid parts of the dream are super choppy, which I blame on my waking up and falling back asleep this morning.
In no particular order:
A bunch of us were all on stage. I think it was supposed to be like cast and crew for something, but it also felt a lot like choir. I specifically remember Hannah, Maddie, and Rachele being there. We were all up on stage (but not the RV stage, it was much bigger than that) and we were supposed to be singing a certain song. When the music came on (apparently we were being accompanied by a CD, which is something I've never experience in a choir-format and think is cheesy), it was the wrong song but some of the girls knew it anyways. I was getting sort of into it, dancing around and whatnot, and I felt sort of self-conscious because my parents were in the audience, as were I think some of my other family members. We kept being shifted around on stage by a person who was unimportant in my dream. Finally we sang our song properly and came off stage. I sat in a seat next to Angie (not crew Angie, this was Angie Knerl). We were both wearing white, but I specifically remember that I was wearing the toga costume that I picked out for work. Angie was wearing some kind of rennaissance-y white dress. We were sort of embraced, in the way that our friends do, just sitting there. I believe that we were either supposed to be watching something or else it was during a time when there was nothing happening on the stage. Jack came up to us and sat in front of us, and we talked to him some. He smiled at me and I smiled back. A little while later, Elise and Joel were sitting with us talking about elementary school and whatnot. Angie and Elise didn't recognize each other at first, until I made a comment about all of us going to elementary school together. It was weird.
We were on a tram-type bus in France. As we got off, there was a sign in French and I noted how easy it was to get around a country where you know limited amounts of the language after going to Italy. We went into a book store, that was also partially my dad's friend's house (this particular friend being Greg, who currently lives in Iowa City and went to college with my dad). We wandered around, and in one room, my dad started playing with this remote control that went to their bed. It was an air mattress that could lose or gain air from a push of the button, and also rotate any way or flip itself over. I remember chiding my dad for messing around with it, knowing that they would have to fix it all when they went to sleep that night. The book store part was interesting. Everything was completely in english, but it didn't seem weird that all the books in this french bookstore were not in french. We went in to find a book for my dad and once he found it, he told my brother and I that we could each get a book. I'm not entirely sure that we ever did find a book each, but Dave did point out a glass container thing that we both knew was an alocohol container (but it should be more of an oil holder, considering the shape and whatnot). It was a greenish color.
And that's all I can really remember right now. I might try to decipher all of this later.
Dreams are weird.
Manda