Dreams, Dream

Alright... when I woke up this morning I could remember all sorts of disjointed parts of my dream, but I've got no idea how it fits together, but I'll try. I was at home, trying to get ready for work, but I kept forgetting everything. For some reason, my car was parked on the side of our front yard, next to the woods, and I kept running back and forth between that and the house because I was wearing a black shirt instead of white, and I didn't have matching socks on. I finally left, and instead of going to the movie theatre, I ended up in a strange housing development that seemed to be in Canada. My mom and sister were with me, and we were running down the street looking at the strange houses. There was one house that was painted all pink that had a lot of bright pink bushes in front of it that made it stand out a lot from the rest of the houses. We walked through this shed thing where there were all kinds of strange plastic costumes. I tried to put on this blue one that came with blue legs, too, but everyone just kept staring at me so I left without a costume on. We ended up with this group of guys that turned out to be my mom's friend's family, and they were coming back from the hospital because my mom's friend had some kind of terrible disease. The littlest one pointed over into the grass next to the road, and told us that the spectre of death was standing there. We could only see it when the little boy pointed him out to us. We wandered towards this gas station by a freeway entrance, when all of a sudden death disappeared, and we saw the spirit of my mom's friend fly away. No one was surpised, but my mom ran over (and briefly became one of my old classmates) and death took her too. Suddenly, my sister and I were all alone, so we decided that we should try to leave, so we walked down the freeway entrance, and suddenly death appeared in front of us and stopped us because we weren't supposed to die on the freeway. Just then, this huge tanker truck flew up into the air over us, and landed on the other side of the bridge we were just about to go under. This is where the dream skipped to this strange dark, dingy room. It had a stage in front, and I recognized it as the Odeon. I realized that I had talked my dad into taking me to see the concert "because I had missed the one in September." Guster was supposed to be playing, and since I was insanely early I volunteered to help them set things up. I basically walked around on stage and strung things across it. They were setting something else up, so they asked for two more people that they picked randomly from everyone that had wandered in already. I hopped back down from the stage and stood in a nice little spot just off the middle of the stage. One of the band members (don't remember which) told me how bad it was when everyone pushed up on you, but I didn't mind. The concert started, and for their big finale the band set themselves on fire, ran backstage, and then ran out through the audience while everyone bowed down to them. I remember that Brian had an exceedingly weird haircut that curled up on the sides, Adam didn't burn as brightly as everyone else, and Ryan wasn't even there, and when I asked people where he was, they didn't seem to notice.

So... yeah, weird dream, eh? Someday, I'll turn all of these into short films. And torture people with them. And make millions mwahahhahahaha. Yeah... I don't want to go to work today!!! I've been off for four days, and now I have to work for eleven hours! What the freaking hey? Maybe they'll send me home around eightish or something. I'd better get my break. Darn the theatre! (Three days until my two-weeks notice!)

Evilness

So... I go to work. I park my car and get out. The projectionist is there, knocking on the door. The manager comes out to let us in, and says "Oh... no one told you the first movie doesn't start until two? Come back at one!" Arrrgh! Grr and blast! So, now I'm sitting here for another 45 minutes before I have to leave again. And I still have to work a ten-hour day, only if I had known that I didn't need to be there until two, I could've gone swimming with my mom and sister. I haven't been swimming more than three times this year, and that's sad. No wonder I'm so out of shape. The track coach is going to be so mad at me when I start practice. It's not like I can fake not being out of breath or something. And there's not much I can do to get back in shape in less than three weeks, is there? Well... I think I'll go find something to eat before I have to leave again..