Friday, November 27, 2009
Where I get in trouble for explaining Voice & Movement
I had a dream I was trying to teach Mom about the stuff I'd been learning in Voice and Movement, but she wasn't quite getting it, she was mostly just doing weird poses. But then Jay showed up and yelled at me and said she wasn't getting it because I was explaining it wrong, and only trained professionals were allowed to talk about these techniques.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Where Philip Seymour Hoffman dresses up as an 8-year-old
I dreamed Philip Seymour Hoffman was doing a publicity stunt where he tried to pass himself off as an 8-year-old boy named Kenneth. He over to my house and played in our giant pool where he basically was a disgusting idiot and peed and vomited in it, but my parents wouldn't make him leave. They kept saying, "He's just a sad little boy with no family," and I was like, "He is NOT a sad little boy! He's PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN!"
Labels: dad, mom, philip seymour hoffman
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Where Nate's ancestry is discovered
I dreamed that I discovered that Nate Adams was somehow descended from a bowl of beans and rice and vegetables.
Labels: nate
Friday, November 06, 2009
Where I really need to get to Wal-Mart
I dreamed, first of all, that Justin Guarini was hanging out with me, but he was a complete jerk.
Then I dreamed I was trying really, really hard to get to Wal-Mart. I was with some dude I didn't know who wanted to go, too, but he was sneaking out of class to do it, so he didn't want anyone to know. He worried if people saw his blue car drive by, they'd know he had gone to Wal-Mart, and he didn't want anyone to follow them there. So he painted his car yellow, parked it in Wal-Mart, then went to this guy's house right next to Wal-Mart, threw a chicken on his roof, and yelled, "HEY! YOU! See that blue car driving down the street? That's mine! That's me in it!" This way he thought they wouldn't be able to find him.
I remember standing outside Wal-Mart with 3 other people, except it just looked like a huge ugly gray warehouse with no doors. There was a staircase leading up to a window like 3 flights up, so I went up the stairs and climbed through the window. Once we were inside, we KEPT going up stairs and climbing up ladders and climbing through windows, until finally we made it to the store.
I needed to buy some cosmetics, but now I realized I didn't have any time, so I was going to go back. Two of the people there volunteered to buy the cosmetics for me, but as they walked off I noticed that one of them was stuffing pots and pans from the aisles into his clothes and trying to steal them.
Then I dreamed I was trying really, really hard to get to Wal-Mart. I was with some dude I didn't know who wanted to go, too, but he was sneaking out of class to do it, so he didn't want anyone to know. He worried if people saw his blue car drive by, they'd know he had gone to Wal-Mart, and he didn't want anyone to follow them there. So he painted his car yellow, parked it in Wal-Mart, then went to this guy's house right next to Wal-Mart, threw a chicken on his roof, and yelled, "HEY! YOU! See that blue car driving down the street? That's mine! That's me in it!" This way he thought they wouldn't be able to find him.
I remember standing outside Wal-Mart with 3 other people, except it just looked like a huge ugly gray warehouse with no doors. There was a staircase leading up to a window like 3 flights up, so I went up the stairs and climbed through the window. Once we were inside, we KEPT going up stairs and climbing up ladders and climbing through windows, until finally we made it to the store.
I needed to buy some cosmetics, but now I realized I didn't have any time, so I was going to go back. Two of the people there volunteered to buy the cosmetics for me, but as they walked off I noticed that one of them was stuffing pots and pans from the aisles into his clothes and trying to steal them.
Labels: justin guarini
