Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Where we have to clean up the church
I dreamed we were at church. Frankie was trying to give announcements, but he stumbled over his words a few times. Every time he did this, a group of elderly sailor men would repeat the word that he goofed up and then burst out laughing. Then they started doing that even for words he DIDNT goof up. It got kind of old after awhile, and Frankie was getting frustrated. "We will be having a meeting tonight..." "TONIGHT?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Next thing I know, my family, me, Alicia, and Angela are doing the dishes. We only have a note from the people at the church telling us what they want done. They tell us that when we finish washing dishes, we're supposed to hide them, because apparently last week someone had broken in and stolen a Switchfoot and a Stacie Orrico CD from the church and they were worried someone might break in and steal the dishes, too. The kitchen is an absolute mess, so we have plenty of places to hide the dishes. However, we ultimately decide to hide them . . . under other plates.
Next thing I know, my family, me, Alicia, and Angela are doing the dishes. We only have a note from the people at the church telling us what they want done. They tell us that when we finish washing dishes, we're supposed to hide them, because apparently last week someone had broken in and stolen a Switchfoot and a Stacie Orrico CD from the church and they were worried someone might break in and steal the dishes, too. The kitchen is an absolute mess, so we have plenty of places to hide the dishes. However, we ultimately decide to hide them . . . under other plates.
Labels: alicia, angela w, frankie, stacie orrico, switchfoot
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Where Jayme won't let me tell her about my summer plans
I dreamed I was at drama. It was being held in the gym of the new building. There were several people walking around, including people I haven't seen in a very long time (like Justin H). Alicia, Chloe, and Karen were also there. I tried to present my idea for summer workships to Jayme, but every time I tried to tell her, she would say, "Tell me later, later. Not right now."
Labels: alicia, chloe, jayme, justin h, karen
Friday, December 23, 2005
Where the Christmas play flops
I dreamed that we were reperforming the Christmas play because the performance we did was really just a dress rehearsal that people could come to if they wanted. We showed up on this night and found out that half the cast members weren’t even there. It was mostly just me, Jayme, Amanda, Alicia, and Eden, who was back with us. We did the best we could, but it was really bad.
Halfway through scene three, I suddenly remembered we’d decided to change the ending for the play, because the original ending involved someone killing someone else, and we’d decided it was too gruesome. However we’d never had time to write up a new ending, so I had to improvise one on the spot. I couldn’t give my normal cues, because then people would just go ahead with the original ending.
I remember walking to the door on the stage and thinking, “What am I going to do?” and I opened the door and Jayme, Alicia, and Eden were standing there. I thought, Oh, phew, I can count on them to improvise for me! and I quickly let them in on the situation, and then realizing mics were still on, so the audience could hear everything.
I went back out onto the stage, counting on those girls to come out and back me up in whatever improv I ended up doing for this ending. However, people just kept POURING out of that back room. Before long there were about eighteen girls on the stage, including the three I’d seen before, and then Sarah G, Olivia S, Manda, and a bunch of people I didn’t recognize. I said, “Not ALL of you are supposed to come out!” There was a disapproving laugh from the audience and I was struck with the realization that what I’d said was hardly a good improv bit.
At the end of the third scene, Jayme suggested I go out and apologize to the audience. So I did, I went out in front, made some sort of “technical difficulties” excuse, and said we’d be happy to refund their money or show a video of the previous night’s show for free.
Halfway through scene three, I suddenly remembered we’d decided to change the ending for the play, because the original ending involved someone killing someone else, and we’d decided it was too gruesome. However we’d never had time to write up a new ending, so I had to improvise one on the spot. I couldn’t give my normal cues, because then people would just go ahead with the original ending.
I remember walking to the door on the stage and thinking, “What am I going to do?” and I opened the door and Jayme, Alicia, and Eden were standing there. I thought, Oh, phew, I can count on them to improvise for me! and I quickly let them in on the situation, and then realizing mics were still on, so the audience could hear everything.
I went back out onto the stage, counting on those girls to come out and back me up in whatever improv I ended up doing for this ending. However, people just kept POURING out of that back room. Before long there were about eighteen girls on the stage, including the three I’d seen before, and then Sarah G, Olivia S, Manda, and a bunch of people I didn’t recognize. I said, “Not ALL of you are supposed to come out!” There was a disapproving laugh from the audience and I was struck with the realization that what I’d said was hardly a good improv bit.
At the end of the third scene, Jayme suggested I go out and apologize to the audience. So I did, I went out in front, made some sort of “technical difficulties” excuse, and said we’d be happy to refund their money or show a video of the previous night’s show for free.
Labels: alicia, drama, eden, jayme, manda, olivia, sarah g
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Where Alicia's mom sends me to CA
I dreamed that I got a letter from Alicia's mom. (Alicia is one of the girls in my Sunday school class.) It was in a yellow envelope and Alicia's mom's name was Pippi. She was incredibly grateful for, er, something, and was sending me plane tickets to this town in California named Santa Jesus (pronounced the Spanish way).
Labels: alicia
