The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that I was watching an improv comedy team (like ComedySportz), except they were in the Centennial Auditorium. I was sitting very near the front, and was watching them. Tyler was orchestrating part of it, and he announced a new game. He asked if anyone in the audience wanted to play it, but only got a few volunteers. Whenever he got a volunteer he would throw them a slipper. He looked at me and asked me if I'd be willing to be one of the volunteers, and I said sure, and he tossed me a slipper and said something odd like, "One slipper for Miss Joy." He also said something about how I had a loud enough voice to do this game. (?) He got the rest of the people he needed, and then announced the name of the game: Bachelorette Kiss. I got the impression that this was not the type of game I should be playing, so I handed off my slipper to the person next to me, and watched them play the game. I don't remember what the actual game was - it involved the people on stage miming whatever the person with the slipper said. The people on stage also had a Christmas tree.

Then it was intermission, and I was on the other side of the auditorium, talking with a bunch of girls with pink shirts on. They were all from California, and turns out one of them was Keni, one of Sara's friends (except she looked like Leslie J. with pink hair). Once Keni found out I was coming to California, she invited me to a birthday party. Her mother (who didn't look at all like her real mother) was behind her and said, "Oh, good idea, and you can invite Heather, and Stripes!" But Keni made a face and said she didn't really like "Stripes" anymore.

Suddenly the CaliGirls and I were standing around a tiny... well, I don't know what you'd call it. It was like a concession stand only it sold merchandise from the store Claire's. Jasmine was working there so we were all standing around chatting with her. At one point she said, "This is the most boring job in the world." I replied, "Yeah, looks like it." This remark made her go off into peals of hysterical laughter, which surprised me, as I didn't think that was really that funny a statement.

Labels: comedysportz, jasmine h, keni, leslie, tyler

I dreamed that the youth group was going back up to see the ComedySportz people again. On the way up, I was in the church bus, but the benches were placed like... RANDOMLY. None of them lined up or anything, which bugged me a lot. Anyway, I was sitting in one seat and Christie was across from me and suddenly I started like swaying all over the place, and my seatbelt kept giving me more and more room until I realized that one side of the seatbelt wasn't attached to the seat anymore and I was like... floating around the room. So I started looking around to find a place to sit, but all the seats were taken or suddenly disappeared, except for this one seat was backwards. So I sat in that.

We arrived at the ComedySportz place and parked somewhere, at which point Christie said I needed to put these pants on. ("Well, I guess I'll just... put these pants on... oh, man! It's the Thnikkaman!" anyways...) So I put them on but I was wearing a skirt underneath and MAN did that look stupid. LOL. So I go outside and realize this looks really stupid, and on top of that we have to walk through this.... MOAT or something that separates us from the building. So, yeah, we wade through this waist-deep water and finally get there. I make a comment about how stupid the pants-over-the-skirt looks so I take the pants off and TA-DA! my skirt is DRY because the PANTS got wet instead! Looks like Christie's idea wasn't so bad after all...

So we go on into the building except for some reason people keep looking for the kitchen so they can get cookies or something. I go in and sit down at one of the tables. Suddenly my dad and Canaan show up and they're both eating these pieces of paper that I had with me. I remember being ticked that they were devouring my to-do lists.

Then the improv people came out and man, were they boring. They all had fake names, too. Like one of the girls was named "Sunset Boilavahd" (LOL, that's how they pronounced it anyway). And the ref was really boring. His name was Stan King and he was like, "Erm.... uh... yeah... let's, uh... I guess you should meet 'em, huh? Um... okay..." I remember thinking, "This is really sad."

Labels: canaan, christy, comedysportz, dad, sunset boulevard