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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Where we're doing skits for the AWANA leaders' appreciation 
I dreamed we were doing the AWANA skit in drama to thank the leaders for having worked this year, except we were doing a series of skits. The first one was a serious one. In fact, it was the human video of Chris Rice's "Untitled Hymn" that we did a ways back.

Then we did this really, really stupid one that had no spiritual point at all and was mostly adlibbed. It involved like... being able to switch between worlds. There was this big dance pad on the floor, and it had four sections around the edge and then one in the middle. If you jumped in the middle and then on to one of the sections, it would switch to that world. I remember World #2 was like "Party" or something, and World #4 had a picture of stars and the sun on it and it was titled "Madness" and if I jumped on it we'd be transported to this world where everyone was nuts. At one point we also had people positioned in the audience to stand up and start acting crazy. I'm not sure why we did this. Why would we want to scare these people any more than they probably already were?

When it was finished, Jayme whispered to me, "That was horrible." I said no, it had gone well.

We had two more skits to do, one was silly and one was serious. There was a break, though, and we started mulling around and putting the set away. Melanie showed up in what was apparently a giant radish costume, but we told her she didn't have to wear it yet. So she took it off, and underneath she had this ENORMOUS fancy blue gown with like... giant ruffles around her neck. I remember one shot of her where she was walking out of the sanctuary, dragging the radish costume behind her.

Before we were to perform the other skits (one which featured the radish costume), Dacia had a song to sing. Well, at first it was Dacia. And at first she was singing "Untitled Hymn" but she kept laughing because she didn't know we were going to do a skit on it. As she walked closer to us, though, I saw it was really Carly, who was in the drama team LAST year, and she was singing parts of "Untitled Hymn" but parts of just her own song. Also, she was absolutely horrible. She kept trying to sing opera-like notes and changing keys all over the place. It was one of the worst singing jobs I've ever heard, and that includes Oi Holy Night. Amber was sitting next to me, and she pointed this out to me: "She's awful."

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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Where I get left at an ApologetiX concert 
I dreamed that a large group of people from our church were going to that ApologetiX concert I went to last week (except it was in a completely different auditorium). It was me and my sisters, Mom and Dad, PJ and Dacia, Emily A., Sammy E., Pastor & Jane (yeah, totally their kind of music... NOT!) and Marissa from my Spanish class, and possibly others.

I was sitting in the very front row with Emily, Sammy, and Marissa. At one point Emily started talking and I kept trying to shut her up cuz I wanted to hear what was going on. There was a woman onstage (she looked like this storyteller that taught a workshop at our local library) and she could hear what Emily was saying, and she turned and snapped, "Hush! You're a disgrace to the people of [my town]!" Which was an odd thing to say, seeing as how Emily doesn't even LIVE in my town.

So from then on Emily just whispered, but apparently she was right in front of a mic or something, cuz the band could hear her onstage. After one of the songs, Karl looks at her and goes, "YOU DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR EYES GOUGED OUT!" and I was like "Whoa, Emily, what did you SAY!?" but she wouldn't tell me.

The concert ended and I just hung around with the band for awhile (they kept making fun of me because I was walking weird... I really WAS walking weird, I would have made fun of myself as well) and suddenly I realize that the rest of my group has left. I ask where the phones are but then realize I can't call home, they JUST left and it's at least an hour's drive home. So in an hour I'll call them and wait around an hour for them to come pick me up. I keep looking around for someone I know who can maybe take me home, but don't see anyone.

I decide to stay for the evening church service. One of the ladies tells me, "Oh, yes, we have a very evolutionary church." So I'm sitting in a pew, waiting for the service to start, when Bethany wanders in crying. I say, "Oh, they left you behind too?" and she nods, so I invite her to sit with me until it's time for us to call them. Then Bekah and Elizabeth wander in crying, and I think, "My word, they left EVERYONE behind!"

The church service was pretty freaky. This dude in a suit stood up and crouched over the podium and looked menacing while the words "Listen To Thee, O My Lord" were put up on a screen. (Which doesn't even make SENSE.) I think the dude might have read a psalm, but it really wasn't much of a service.

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Monday, March 28, 2005

Where I do the play with The Sun 
I dreamed the drama team was doing a play with the children's choir. I was not only a leader but a performer as well. It was day one, we had just gotten our lines, and we were practicing on the stage. The children started singing and the drama people started marching up onto the stage, when I realized I had forgotten my script. I walked back down off the stage to get it. Dacia stopped the music and gave me this angry glare. "You should have gotten that script BEFORE you went up on stage! Bad habits like these are going to get you in trouble some day!"

Then the same thing happened later. My character was supposed to stand in front of the set (which portrayed a blue sky and then a big wall) and catch "The Sun" as it came running down the middle aisle of the church. But I forgot my script again, so I went down off the stage just as the person playing "The Sun" (Manda maybe? No, I think it was a guy) came running down the aisle. Obviously they weren't too bright, because they still ran up the stairs and jumped as if I was going to catch them and, needless to say, they fell.

Embarrassed, I ran down to a kitchen in the basement (not the one that is down there, though, it looked different) to find a bunch of the cast members making lobster. Paula was not happy about this for some reason.

Later, I went to apologize to Dacia for the mistakes I'd made and apologized *very* profusely, and she was all, "Oh, that's all right... But the REST of these KIDS!" And I knew she meant the drama team members, although as far as I could remember they hadn't done anything wrong. She was rattling a bunch of papers (in her anguish, I guess) and was going, "Why, oh, why, did I ever agere to do this?"

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Friday, February 25, 2005

Where the Samurai proposes to me and PJ gets a role in The Music Man 
I dreamed, first of all, that Broadway was reviving The Music Man and PJ tried out and got the part of Harold Hill. So on my way to Circa 21, I was riding with him and Dacia, and he had a cassette tape of the show and was singing along to it so he could learn his part. Dacia had this disgusted look on her face and was like, "He does this ALL THE TIME now!"

Instead of Circa 21 however, they dropped me off at the church and left. There was a wedding going on at the church, so I just sat outside in the hallway and waited for someone to come get me. Then this samurai dude showed up and sat next to me. Out of the blue, he goes, "Soooo where do you want to live when you grow up and get married?" I asked him where that came from and he said, "Well I really think that we could be good together, you know?" And I told him I'd think about it, and left.

The next day I look outside and he's driving up in a limo. He gets out and leans against the limo, obviously waiting for me to come out and give him my answer. I go outside to tell him no, but right as I get to the limo, this woman on the inside of the limo GRABS the samurai dude, pulls him inside the car, and speeds away! I remember thinking, "Aww, she doesn't want him to marry me. Good." And going back inside my house.

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