The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that I went to the church for drama. Jayme and Dianna and I were meeting earlier, so I was there at 5:45. I went downstairs, but Jayme and I spent the whole time debating whether or not ApologetiX was a good band. She claimed that J. spent too much time "screaming the story instead of actually singing". Which beffled me, so I just said carefully, "Well... er... I generally think he sounds about as good as the artist they're parodying." Turns out the only one she'd ever heard was "Rock That Tower" which is a fun song but totally not their best. Then at 6:00 Kayla's dad turned up and said we needed to get over to the other building for an AWANA's skit. So we got up and left.

On our way up, Cindy (from Spanish) stopped me in the hallway and informed my mom had had a breakdown of some kind. So I went to the bathrooms, where I found my mom... er... like... SOBBING in the ladies' room. I asked her what on earth had happened, and it turns out there were a few reporters covering the AWANA's night. She said something like, "I know I shouldn't get so upset over something like this, but it just bothers me so much! I know I shouldn't have this fear of the media, but..." And I kept being vaguely comforting: "It's okay, Mom. It's okay. You'll be all right." Weird.

Labels: apologetix, cindy from spanish, dianna, jayme, kayla, mom