The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that Angel (of the Buffyverse) was diabetic. He was hanging out with Drusilla for some reason, but when she came into the room where he was, he was in a diabetic coma. She looked nervous for a minute, but then injected him with some insulin and he woke up immediately and was fine. (Yes, because THAT'S how that works.)

I also dreamed more about going to see Sarah L. I dreamed I was wandering around her campus and went into their music department and, without realizing it, stole their piano and took it back to Sarah's dorm. Then I realized that was probably going to get me in trouble, so I shipped it back home. And then I discovered they required me to pay for any water I drank out of the water fountains.

Labels: buffy the vampire slayer, sarah l

I dreamed the Ls came to visit me on their way through to New York (just like last January), except this time I was going to Ashi's Sunday school class, like I am this summer. She decided for some reason that she REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted to attend this class, which was called something like "Room on the Ark." So she just told her parents she'd stay with me and then fly out with me to New York the following week.

Instead of going to church, though, we went to a Michael Ball concert. At the very beginning of the evening I had somehow been commissioned to draw a picture of my right thumb for Michael, and he was supposed to sing a song about it. However, he got up onstage, took out the piece of paper I'd drawn the thumb on, and frowned at it. "This is the WRONG KIND OF PAPER!" he shrieked, and began yelling at me for doing such a horrible job with it.

Labels: ashi, michael ball, sarah l

I dreamed I was playing some sort of computer game, where you would keep trying to get tasks done and then things would come up to prevent it. Like you had to leave the house, but you couldn't leave without your oxygen helmet. So you had to go back to get your oxygen helmet, but you couldn't get the microwave door open. (For some reason you kept your oxygen helmet in the microwave.) So you got the door open, but then you couldn't figure out how to strap on the helmet. And so on. If you got something wrong, you died and then had to start all over.

I was the very first person to play this game and then, for some reason, it really caught on and people started playing it all the time. The initial game page started looking like a MySpace profile, with the Top 8 space being filled with the last eight people to sign up for an account on this game site. I got so ticked with having to open up the "See All Friends" page and then scroll down to like the 200th page to find my site, that I stopped playing the game.

Then the game sort of half turned into reality. I was playing it, but it was really me (except I looked like Sarah L) and I was standing on this wooden staircase that looked sort of like a fire escape. It was really foggy. My creative writing instructor from the college came walking up the stairs and said, "Isn't this game great?" I said sure, even though I didn't really like it. She continued with, "And don't you just love how once you say something you can't ever take it back?" I said, "Actually, I don't like that very much," and she said, "Oh, well, I love it!" and just continued up the stairs.

Labels: amanda e, myspace, sarah l

I dreamed that B'qi, Sara, and Sarah all sent me mix tapes in the mail. It was awesome.

Labels: b'qi, sara r, sarah l

I had a long dream that at first involved Campus Crusade. We were in the old youth room, and it was me, Caitlin, Terin from my French class, and Jasmine H. I opened in prayer and I ended up praying for like half an hour. Heh.

Then the L.'s decided to go to Ohio instead of New York. I went camping with them for 10 days in Ohio and then went on to New York for like three days. It made me very sad that our vacation changed like that. Hmm.

Labels: caitlin, campus crusade, jasmine h, sarah l, terin

I dreamed Bethany came into my room at six o'clock in the morning to tell me I had a phone call. We had a cell phone for some reason, and so she handed me the phone and I said, "Hello?" And I hear on the other end of the phone, "......Hello?" "Um, yes, hello." "This is Sarah." "Sarah.... who?" "Sarah L." (Except she said her last name.)

I was a little taken aback because Sarah has avowed she hates the phone as much as I do, and I was about to ask her when she said, "Yeah, I know, you thought I'd never call you, but I had to."

"Isn't it like four in the morning your time?!" I asked, and she said yes, but didn't go into any further detail about why she'd called or anything, just walked around her house talking to the people in it and not even really talking to me.

There was another part of the dream where Nathan was absolutely furious because there were no tortilla chips left.

Labels: nathan, sarah l

I dreamed Colin Firth came to my house because he was stuck in our town waiting for a bus or something, so he ended up at our house for like three hours. I got irate because he wouldn't... color with me? Or maybe cut out paper dolls with me? And he only spoke in the style of Victorian England... like in Pride and Prejudice. He'd be like, "That sort of activity is not conducive to the proper habits of one of my status."

I kept thinking, "Man, I need to like... keep him here until Sarah L. gets here so she can meet him." (Like she would be at my house any time soon...) I think at one point I tied his scarf to a doorknob, too, though, I can't remember why. I think I was trying to make sure he stayed attached to our door so he couldn't leave to catch his bus.

Then I wandered into my living room, that sideplot over with. (I think CF left, despite my efforts.) Lidz was on my computer, except she wouldn't look at me, and she was really tiny. I asked Mom what she was doing there, and Mom was like, "I dunno, she's just kinda there." So I tried talking to her but she was really angry. Mom wanted me to ask her if there were any teens around to comfort her (?!) but then Lidz was gone and when I tried to type it into the computer to ask her, she reacted violently and angrily to the words "mom", "teens", and "comfort". I turned to Mom and was like, "She has issues with those words. Deep issues."

Labels: colin firth, lidz, mom, sarah l

I dreamed Sarah L. came to visit me. We were meeting at this karaoke place except it wasn't much of a karaoke place, seeing as how it didn't have any place where the actual lyrics could show up. People just stood up on this stage and sang. So I had picked out a song (I believe it was "How Lucky Can You Get?") and had karaoke-d it for Sarah so she could sing it when she got here. However, when she got here, she just got up on stage and forgot the words and then she started crying and got ticked at me for setting her up for humiliation like that.

So we decided to go home and watch movies. We watched half of The Phantom of the Opera and then Dad took it back to the video rental store even though it wasn't due yet. Then he came back with the movies he'd rented but all he'd rented were documentaries on Abraham Lincoln. Which didn't interest us too much.

So we went to this used book-and-movie store which had a quite awesome stock but the stuff wasn't at all cheap. But we were browsing and Sarah kept getting mad at me (this visit wasn't going too well) and kept leaving jewelry and stuff all over the store. She explained that this is what normal people did when they got mad. So I left a jug of milk over by the Dr. Seuss books and she started yelling at me.

At one point I also went down in the basement where there were even MORE books and started looking through them. There was a foreign language section so I went to go see if I could find any in Spanish... they had "English", "Francais", and then "Panales" (with a ~ over the N) which, in real life, means "diapers" in Spanish.

Labels: abraham lincoln, dr. seuss, funny girl, phantom of the opera, sarah l

I dreamed that me, my mom, and Bethany, decided to drop into Gabon unexpectedly to give Sarah L. a surprise visit. We walked into their house and it was like... a three-room house. They had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. The interior was really dark, and there was a couch up against the wall. The sun was shining in my eyes and all I could see were silhouettes ("and all you hear are castanets..." but not in the dream) except then I saw this old guy and blond girl sitting on the couch. Mrs. L. called from the kitchen to say she'd be in a minute, she was doing the dishes. I kept looking for Sarah, but I didn't see her, so I went over to introduce myself to the blond girl. (It wasn't Naomi, though, this girl was like 18 or so.)

"Hannah M.," I said.

"Victoria," she responded.

"How old are you?"

And she gave some long weird explanation about how I think she was almost 18, but she didn't just say "I'm almost 18," she spent like ten minutes explaining it.

And then the old guy jumps in. "My wife and me saw Vicky sitting on a bench in this train station and we couldn't just let her SIT there, so we adopted her." (Note, I'm nearly sure this came from my watching Importance of Being Earnest last night, where one of the heroes was found as a baby in a handbag in Victoria Station.)

Then next thing I know, I've tracked Sarah down. She's at school, in Spanish class (erm... well in MY school and MY Spanish class actually), and she's being exceptionally loud and disruptive. She can't remember a word, so she just goes, "Algo, algo, algo, algo, algo!" (Translation: "Something, something, something, something, something!")

And then she said something about "el primer ano" (the first year) and one of the guys she was with pipes up, "Is it true that if you say 'primer' real fast, it means bodily fluids?" (?!?) and Sarah starts cracking up laughing and goes, "I pulled a pabritzo from my nose this morning!" and everyone cracks up more and I'm totally confused.

Then we're all sitting down in the class, except Naomi is there too (with long brown hair, I might add) and Sarah's baby baby sister (who doesn't exist in RL) is lying on the table. This baby is like... probably four or five months old. She's just lying there, not moving around or anything, just looking around.

Then, out of the blue, she turns to me and says, "Hi." So I respond with "Hi." From then on the exchange goes like this: "Hi." "Hi." "Hi hi." "Hi hi." "Hi hi hi hi hi." "Hi hi hi hi hi." "Hi." "Hi." "Brothersisterllamachicken." At which time it occurs to me this baby is awfully young to be able to speak like that. So I ask Sarah how old she is. The baby answers (and she is now wearing glasses, too) with, "I'm TWO!"

Erm. Yes. Then I woke up.

Labels: bethany, mom, mrs l, naomi, sarah l

I had a dream that Sarah L. recommended this movie to me called "Mrs. Medved's Head." She said it was a really scary movie, so I rented it and it started out with this little kid walking into a haunted house where a severed head sat on a shelf. The head was alive, though, and this invisible ghost guy would whisper things to the head and make her say it, except mostly he made her spell it out. He would say, "Say bed," and she'd go, "B-E-D."

So he says to her, "Say DC." And she went, "D-C. D-C. D-C-T. DC Talk. I need to talk to dc Talk." (LOL... took it a bit further than the guy needed her to.) So the little kid asked, "Why do you need to talk to dc Talk?" and they struck up a friendship, the little kid and (presumably) Mrs. Medved's head.

Somewhere along the way he became like her slave or something and she turned him into an ice kid, but she took away his legs and he just floated along. Then someone killed Mrs. Medved's head (how, I'm not sure) and we realized that this kid could never go back to normal life because he was a frozen metal kid who had no legs, and as it got warmer his skin would crack and fall off. He was sitting on Mom's lap and we were all crying because it was so sad that this kid was just going to die.

Labels: dc talk, mom, sarah l