Friday, June 30, 2006
With my stalker and the sad little boy
I dreamed I was running up this hill with two little kids and a guy who I didn't recognize. The little boy was sad because his mom had just died, and he was running home to his father. I looked up to see if I could figure out who the guy was, and then it turned out to be my stalker, except he had blue hair and his last name was apparently Blood. He tried to entertain the kids by spelling his last name for them. "B-L-O-O-D! B-L-O-O-D! Blood! Blood!"
Then we all slid down this tunnel and ended up in the little boy's room. He seemed awfully sad, so I started humming "It Sucks To Be Me" ('cause, er, yes, that'll help) and then asked the little boy if he still had the mix CD I made him, because it was a feel-good CD. He said yes, but put on one of my URLSCDs instead.
Most of my younger siblings were there then, and my stalker yelled, "Hey, watch this!" and JUMPED into this giant hole in the kid's floor. Elizabeth looked up at me and asked me if that was safe, and I said, yes, you just landed in Spy Kids. (Whatever THAT meant.) So all the kids decided to jump in, too.
Then we all slid down this tunnel and ended up in the little boy's room. He seemed awfully sad, so I started humming "It Sucks To Be Me" ('cause, er, yes, that'll help) and then asked the little boy if he still had the mix CD I made him, because it was a feel-good CD. He said yes, but put on one of my URLSCDs instead.
Most of my younger siblings were there then, and my stalker yelled, "Hey, watch this!" and JUMPED into this giant hole in the kid's floor. Elizabeth looked up at me and asked me if that was safe, and I said, yes, you just landed in Spy Kids. (Whatever THAT meant.) So all the kids decided to jump in, too.
Labels: avenue q, elizabeth, spy kids, stalker, urlscds
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Where I visit B'qi and see the American Idol finale
I dreamed I went up to visit B'qi for a week, and she had all sorts of things planned for my visit there. Her room didn't look at all like her room, though, it looked like the TV room of our big house in North Dakota. She wanted to see the URLSCDV4, so I began looking through my CD cases for it, only to find that I'd probably left it at home, which made me very angry.
At one point as part of our tour of St. Paul, we went to St. Louis (?!?!) where my dad picked us up next to this this rickety old staircase in a blue van. (Um, *Dad* was in the van. Not the staircase.) "Sorry I'm so late," he said. "It took me a long time to find St. Louis. Your directions aren't very good."
Then B'qi and I went to the American Idol finale, which was NOTHING like the real thing. There were four contestants left - Carrie (from the actual show), Kelly Clarkson, a guy named Josiah who couldn't sing very well, and a guy named Nick who could. They were in our drama room and they stood in all four corners of the room and people would rush over to them, indicating that they were voting for them. B'qi sort of disappeared at this point, and I ran over to Nick because I was going to vote for him. But then I noticed Josiah had about thirteen people around him, and the only other one who was even close to winning was Kelly, and Carrie was yelling, "GO TO KELLY SO JOSIAH DOESN'T WIN!" So I did, and Kelly won, except then they said Carrie really did becasue she was so nice for wanting Kelly to win.
Then we were in a post office, and Mom was ranting and raving because she had mailed four packages out to Uncle Andy and they had all gotten stolen in the post office. I asked her what had happened, and was treated to a flashback, except it was really happening. Mom placed her four packages in what looked like little phone booths, and then stepped away, and Kathrine G. from church walked right up to them and took them away. I followed her over to a wall where she was talking to her parents, took her aside, and informed her that those packages were OURS. She said, yes, she knew, and she was going to give them back, but she had to pick up SOMETHING from the post office to make it look like she had a reason for being here. "Can't let my parents know I only came here for the American Idol finale," she said with a laugh.
Then I'm on a street corner talking with Carrie and Kelly and B'qi, and Carrie starts, like, stripping or something. And then Josiah and Darren come by in a car, and Darren yells out the window something like, "And you couldn't do anything about it - I WON!" which makes me crack up laughing because not only did Darren not win, he wasn't even IN the competition.
And then I'm on the other side of the street and cars are passing in front of me, blocking my view of the side of the street that B'qi's on. When the last car passes by me, I see that everyone's gone. "Everyone's leaving!" I sob. "So are we!" says B'qi, who appears next to a purple minivan. "Come on, Hannah, we're leaving!"
And then I woke up.
At one point as part of our tour of St. Paul, we went to St. Louis (?!?!) where my dad picked us up next to this this rickety old staircase in a blue van. (Um, *Dad* was in the van. Not the staircase.) "Sorry I'm so late," he said. "It took me a long time to find St. Louis. Your directions aren't very good."
Then B'qi and I went to the American Idol finale, which was NOTHING like the real thing. There were four contestants left - Carrie (from the actual show), Kelly Clarkson, a guy named Josiah who couldn't sing very well, and a guy named Nick who could. They were in our drama room and they stood in all four corners of the room and people would rush over to them, indicating that they were voting for them. B'qi sort of disappeared at this point, and I ran over to Nick because I was going to vote for him. But then I noticed Josiah had about thirteen people around him, and the only other one who was even close to winning was Kelly, and Carrie was yelling, "GO TO KELLY SO JOSIAH DOESN'T WIN!" So I did, and Kelly won, except then they said Carrie really did becasue she was so nice for wanting Kelly to win.
Then we were in a post office, and Mom was ranting and raving because she had mailed four packages out to Uncle Andy and they had all gotten stolen in the post office. I asked her what had happened, and was treated to a flashback, except it was really happening. Mom placed her four packages in what looked like little phone booths, and then stepped away, and Kathrine G. from church walked right up to them and took them away. I followed her over to a wall where she was talking to her parents, took her aside, and informed her that those packages were OURS. She said, yes, she knew, and she was going to give them back, but she had to pick up SOMETHING from the post office to make it look like she had a reason for being here. "Can't let my parents know I only came here for the American Idol finale," she said with a laugh.
Then I'm on a street corner talking with Carrie and Kelly and B'qi, and Carrie starts, like, stripping or something. And then Josiah and Darren come by in a car, and Darren yells out the window something like, "And you couldn't do anything about it - I WON!" which makes me crack up laughing because not only did Darren not win, he wasn't even IN the competition.
And then I'm on the other side of the street and cars are passing in front of me, blocking my view of the side of the street that B'qi's on. When the last car passes by me, I see that everyone's gone. "Everyone's leaving!" I sob. "So are we!" says B'qi, who appears next to a purple minivan. "Come on, Hannah, we're leaving!"
And then I woke up.
Labels: american idol, b'qi, carrie underwood, darren, kathrine, kelly clarkson, mom, uncle andy, urlscds
