Thursday, September 15, 2005
Where I hear about another drama team, Tyler does the fire engine radio show, and I take a French test
I had this long bizarre dream that was made up of bits and pieces.
At one point, I was watching a movie (I believe it was "Gattaca", on Anna's recommendation) and observed this very gruesome image of someone who had no lower body, it had been blown up or something, being half-dragged, half-carried off down a hallway. The person didn't seem to be upset about it, in fact they looked rather bored. I can't even remember whether it was a man or a woman.
At another point, I was at my home with a group of women from some church. One of them was complaining to me about their drama team. One of her anecdotes went something like this. "We had this girl who was so sweet, but boy, did she get the giggles! Last year our Christmas play for our church was the story of this girl who had been beaten but she went to business school, and we really wanted to show her getting beaten so we could show WHY she went to business school, but this girl - any time anyone tried to hit her . . . You just could NOT believe that someone like her would go to business school."
Tyler apparently also lived on our street again, and every day, at his mother's request, he'd ride up and down the street in a fire engine with a megaphone blaring some sort of song mix he especially made for his mother. He also was into making wax faces of people he knew. I found one that was supposed to be me, but it didn't look like me at ALL. It didn't even look like a person. It looked like a purple squished banana.
There was something else about a test for my French class too where we were saying things that, far as I know, don't exist in French, like one of them was "Dancevitovo". Also it made me really depressed because then I got my test back and I had misspelled just about everything on the page.
At one point, I was watching a movie (I believe it was "Gattaca", on Anna's recommendation) and observed this very gruesome image of someone who had no lower body, it had been blown up or something, being half-dragged, half-carried off down a hallway. The person didn't seem to be upset about it, in fact they looked rather bored. I can't even remember whether it was a man or a woman.
At another point, I was at my home with a group of women from some church. One of them was complaining to me about their drama team. One of her anecdotes went something like this. "We had this girl who was so sweet, but boy, did she get the giggles! Last year our Christmas play for our church was the story of this girl who had been beaten but she went to business school, and we really wanted to show her getting beaten so we could show WHY she went to business school, but this girl - any time anyone tried to hit her . . . You just could NOT believe that someone like her would go to business school."
Tyler apparently also lived on our street again, and every day, at his mother's request, he'd ride up and down the street in a fire engine with a megaphone blaring some sort of song mix he especially made for his mother. He also was into making wax faces of people he knew. I found one that was supposed to be me, but it didn't look like me at ALL. It didn't even look like a person. It looked like a purple squished banana.
There was something else about a test for my French class too where we were saying things that, far as I know, don't exist in French, like one of them was "Dancevitovo". Also it made me really depressed because then I got my test back and I had misspelled just about everything on the page.
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