The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that my church was sponsoring some sort of charity for African orphans, except the African orphans were actually making quilts for *us*. One of the ladies in the church got up during the sermon and played this video she had taken of the orphans displaying their finished products. Except most of them couldn't actually speak English. One of them just sort of stared at the camera. Another one said proudly, "Quilt...is... made!" And then there was this other woman who didn't look African at all, but more Hispanic, and she was coughing, and the woman videotaping suddenly went into this long rant about how, "Why are you coughing? Oh, goodness, could it POSSIBLY be because you don't take any care of yourself and are slowly killing yourself?" At which point it suddenly turned into an episode of House and they tried to cure this woman.

Labels: house

I dreamed I was voting for president, and one of the names on the ballot was Joel McCrea (who, in real life, I had just seen the night before in the movie Sullivan's Travels... and he died in 1990). I remember thinking, "THAT'S why his name sounded so familiar when I watched the movie!"

Labels: joel mccrea

I dreamed that Sam had said the world was going to end everywhere that week except in New Hampshire. I was *pretty* sure he was just joking, but not positive, so I sent him an email asking him where in New Hampshire my family and I should hide out to be safe. I felt really stupid after I sent it because I realized it MUST have been a joke.

Labels: rinkchat, sam

I dreamed I was at the RinkUnion again and for some reason everyone got it into their head that I was a serial killer. Instead of calling the police though, Stephen took out a knife and starting stabbing me. I yelled something about how I needed to get a fair trial, and they didn't have any proof that I'd killed those people (since I hadn't). So Sam said, "Okay, since we don't have any proof, we won't kill you. We'll just break both your arms and legs. And I want you to leave RinkChat and never come back." Before they broke my arms and legs, though, I ran home and was very distressed because all these so-called "friends" of mine were so quick to assume I was a serial killer and take it upon themselves to take revenge.

Labels: rinkchat, sam, stephen

I dreamed I was at the RinkUnion. For some reason, Christy was there with me, as was Chris from choir. We had this big old mansion we were renting, and the only thing we did there all day was play hide and seek. So we hid in closets, under beds... somehow South Park was connected to all this, but that's kind of hazy.

Eventually it turned out that was all a movie, and we weren't really playing hide and seek at the RinkUnion at all, but now it was time to go home. We were all standing outside the airport, and Christy and daniel78 and I were about ready to get on the same plane to go home. Sam came up to me and said, "I don't know if you and Daniel are together or anything, but I think you would make a really charming couple." Which kind of weirded me out. And then Daniel and I didn't even end up flying home on the same plane after all.

There's also a moment somewhere in here where Caitlin's home from New Zealand, and my stalker from last semester and I are taking her out to dinner. The only way to the restaurant is down this incredibly steep rocky path, but my stalker tells us it's faster to walk directly ON the rocks and not on the path. I discover this is true, because the rocks are covered with "heather" and I discover I can skate down the heather and get to the bottom faster.

Next thing I know, I'm going to the Sauk play again. I buy two student tickets, planning to take my sister, but somehow she gets left behind when I leave the house, so now I've got an extra ticket. Christy's wandering around there, so I try to take her with me. Rina from kids' lit is running the tickets, but she's doing a really sloppy job with the whole thing. Christy and I go in, sit down, and halfway through the play I have to leave, so I get up and leave.

The next night I feel bad that I didn't get to see the whole thing, so I go back and buy two MORE student tickets (only now they're red because they're a different price). I actually end up cheating Rina as she's sorting her money and tell her that I've already given her my money, when really I haven't given her anything at all. So she gives me the tickets, and I realize I was going to ask Staci from drama to come to the play with me, but I forgot her at home, too. She's wandering around and I try to get her to come see it, but she's already got her own tickets with her own friends.

As I get ready to go inside the theater, Jason is standing outside the theater giving a lecture to those going in - almost like a tour guide thing, actually - about a man named Gavin Gmail (yeah, like the email service) who had to use his cell phone in the middle of the play. "His grandmother was dying," Jason says. "Of course, that gives him no excuse, but still, it was nice of him to tell me." Then he ushers us on in, but once again I have to leave in the middle of the show, with a very sad realization that I will probably never see the end again.

Labels: caitlin, chris from school, christy, daniel78, jason, rena, rinkchat, sam, south park, staci

I dreamed that Dad and Mom were playing some stupid game where they had to combine all the titles from their favorite B.J. Thomas songs (I just remember "I Just Can't Help Believin' That Purple Rain Keeps Fallin' On My Head" ... although "Purple Rain" ISN'T a B.J. Thomas song) and then all the words from every one of those songs got written on a piece of paper and they took turns randomly drawing pieces to make the lyrics to that song. It actually was a very coherent song, but it was all about suicide. Dad decided this was the best song ever and went around asking everyone if they'd heard the suicide song.

Labels: bj thomas, dad, mom