Saturday, May 21, 2005
Where I mess up the play and can't get into Spanish
I had two dreams right in a row. First I dreamed I was on the stage for And Then There Was One, Too, but every time I opened my mouth to speak, all I could do was sing "Blow Winds" from Zanna, Don't!
Then I dreamed that it was Monday morning at the college this fall and I went to return the Spanish tape to my Spanish instructor but instead of her there was someone else there. She kinda looked like the nurse from Soapdish who turned out to be a guy. I talked with her for a little bit in Spanish and then asked if we were going to do the Wednesday morning things, where we just got together and talked in Spanish. And she immediately went, "Oh, no, no, you can't do that unless you're in the class." I said, "But we're just talking in Spanish." And she says, "No, not unless you're in the class." And it really irritated me that I wasn't allowed to talk to people in Spanish without signing up for the class, so I threatened to sue her or something.
Then I dreamed that it was Monday morning at the college this fall and I went to return the Spanish tape to my Spanish instructor but instead of her there was someone else there. She kinda looked like the nurse from Soapdish who turned out to be a guy. I talked with her for a little bit in Spanish and then asked if we were going to do the Wednesday morning things, where we just got together and talked in Spanish. And she immediately went, "Oh, no, no, you can't do that unless you're in the class." I said, "But we're just talking in Spanish." And she says, "No, not unless you're in the class." And it really irritated me that I wasn't allowed to talk to people in Spanish without signing up for the class, so I threatened to sue her or something.
Labels: drama, mrs c, zanna don't
Friday, April 15, 2005
With my Spanish instructor everywhere
I dreamed I went to Spanish class, except there was an exam that day, and it was on the top of a tower. I walked around with my cousn Mandy, trying to find my professor. Everyone was saying very nasty things about her.
Then I was by a stage, watching my Sunday school girls do a musical. It was very well-done, actually. The girls had written the lyrics to the tunes of Hungarian folk songs and had put it together in just one day. However, the day of the performance, my Spanish professor (her again, heh) appeared on stage right before they started and said, "Oh, let's sing the funny song for your parents!" And though the girls weren't pleased, they sang "the funny song" roughly to the tune of "Do You Know the Muffin Man?". It went:
We are from the funny farm,
The funny farm,
The funny farm,
We are from the funny farm,
Because we're inconsistent.
Then I was by a stage, watching my Sunday school girls do a musical. It was very well-done, actually. The girls had written the lyrics to the tunes of Hungarian folk songs and had put it together in just one day. However, the day of the performance, my Spanish professor (her again, heh) appeared on stage right before they started and said, "Oh, let's sing the funny song for your parents!" And though the girls weren't pleased, they sang "the funny song" roughly to the tune of "Do You Know the Muffin Man?". It went:
We are from the funny farm,
The funny farm,
The funny farm,
We are from the funny farm,
Because we're inconsistent.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Where I get a ride home from Spanish class
I dreamed that I needed a ride home from Spanish class so my Spanish teacher sent me downstairs to this group of people who were from my town so they could give me a ride back. It was a group of three girls and a guy. All the girls had long blonde hair that was very yucky and unbrushed and stringy and blech, and one of the girls was like seven feet tall. I introduced myself to her, and she looked like WAY down at me.... turns out she and the guy (who was like 8 feet tall himself) were dating. I was all worried to get in the car with them, I thought they might like kill me or something.
Labels: mrs c
