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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Where I'm trying to get to Travis's graduation party 
I had an extremely complicated dream that mostly revolved around trying to make it to Travis's graduation party. One time it turned into an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All these birds started dying in the air and just dropping to the ground. Then dead sheep and bugs dropped from the sky. A flea bit some supporting character who doesn't exist in the real show, and it sucked ALL his blood from his face, and he turned brown and looked like he was made out of crumbly marble. He was still alive, but he wasn't able to talk or really do anything with his face. And Buffy was acting totally weird and licking things and being no help at all.

Then Dad and Uncle Andy and I were walking through a shop and I realized it was a Buffy-themed shop. I thought, "I should totally get Travis something from here! He's such a Buffy fan!" (Which he's not.)

Then I was driving my dad to Sauk, when I realized I really needed to get to that party. I drove what I thought would be the way there, but I ended up going over a little river in a ferry and ending up in a little amusement park on an island. Mom was there, and Dad said he'd just ride to school with her, so I could make it to my party.

I ran back over the river which really wasn't all that deep, and ran up the stairs, where I gave a little ticket to the blind ticket collector, who was just sprawled out on the stairs leading up to the land. He was blocking half the stairway but was just taking tickets from there. I also talked to a little girl while I was trying to get to my car, but I don't know what happened there.

I drove until I found myself at a steakhouse. I went in and there were a bunch of people I knew, including a guy who I thought was Travis until I looked a little closer. Beth A. and Tyler were both there as well, and they told me I should hang out with them for awhile. But I knew I really needed to get to Travis's party and only had like a half hour left. So I inexplicably sang them a song about how I'd be back in like 15 minutes.

When I went outside, I couldn't find my car. I looked for it everywhere in the parking lot but couldn't find it. Then I realized the crew from inside would probably try to sabotage my car because I was leaving them. I looked and, sure enough, they were siphoning gas out of a red car. I chased them off and then realized they'd gotten the wrong car anyway, my car was right behind that one.

I got in it and started to drive but couldn't figure out how to make it to Travis's from here. Suddenly I was driving using a steering wheel in the back seat of the van, with people smooshed all around me, including Lococo. Joel and Elizabeth were in the seats ahead of me and I was getting very frustrated that I couldn't see over their heads as to where I was going. They kept yelling, "Turn here!" and I'd try to turn but then they'd yell, "NOT THERE!"

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Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Where I make happy balloons and I break PJ's crayons 

I dreamed that the church was on an island so the only way people could get there was on a boat. I lived in a house on the island so every Sunday morning I would watch the people coming to church and identify them. I don't know why I found this so amusing . . .

Anyways then I went into the church building and into the fellowship hall where my Sunday school class was taking standardization tests. I went over, picked up a test form, and sat down in a chair. But then the test forms turned into construction paper and Paula told me we were making "happy pictures" to stick on balloons and float them up to the ceiling. Everyone was writing things like "God Rules" and "Jesus is Awesome" on construction paper and gluing them to the balloons. I remember wondering why a high school class was doing this . . . why weren't like the kindergarteners?

I thought for a long, long time what to write on my card but couldn't come up with anything, but I kept blowing my nose, so before long I had an enormous wad of tissues. I went to put them in the trash but Alisha screamed at me not to go in the kitchen, so I put them in the trash can outside the kitchen and accidentally knocked over this box of crayons. Everyone gasped and someone said, "UH-OH! YOU BROKE PJ'S CRAYONS!"

Beth and I hurriedly started picking them up. They had really quirky color names though, like "Dosky 3" and "Bear in the Big Blue House--The Crayon That Wipes Away All Fears." As we did this, Beth was taping herself talking about what was going on. Periodically she would rewind and listen to what she had just said. At one point she rewound and listened to herself saying something along the lines of "We are so ashamed. We have replaced all of our youth pastor's special crayons with normal ones."

As she said this, PJ came in the room but she didn't try to turn it off or anything, she just let it play. And then she said, "PJ! We found some books with pictures of you and Geon and Deon but they were after Geon died . . . what happened?"

PJ stormed into the room, began picking up his crayons, and started screaming "WE DO NOT EXPLAIN THINGS TO LITTLE CHILDREN! WE EXPLAIN THINGS ONLY TO THE WEBSTERS!" I swear, in the dream I thought he was possessed or something.

And then I woke up.

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