The Crazy Wacky World of Dreams

So in order to start off this amazing dream I had last night a few things in my life recently must be explained. The teacher I have for improv right now really stresses me out. Everything he has to say about what I do is negative. (Granted, everything he has said is true, but for some reason it leaves this weird not fun feeling in the class and makes me feel like I perform all that much more horribly) Yesterday, which was our last class before registration had me super super nervous. You see, it's up to him whether or not people move on, and I was certain that he was going to hold me back. So this attitude totally psyched me out for the whole of class... and into the night, even though class came and went and he didn't pull me aside to tell me that I couldn't sign up for L3. (Though we still have one more week... but after seeing a really inspiring show last night I know what I want to play with next week and fuck him!) This leads me to my dream.

We start off with me being back at Cornish and on Cry Day. Cry Day is the last day of school when the descision on whether you progress or not is handed out to each student. (You see, you have to reaudition each year to stay in the school. It's how we went from 65 students freshmen year to 24. Though I don't think they do it anymore since they need all the money that is brought in... which sucks because it is totally diluting those kids experience.) And I was really worried because I was sure that I was going to be kicked out. So I am called up to my councelor and she asks to be put on the loud speaker. (Because even though I know that this is Cornish, it's actually taking place in a huge cafeteria with way more students then were ever at Cornish. So this is the moment that I know that I am going to be kicked out. Instead though she goes on to compliment me in front of the whole school and say that I was the most improved student of the year and that it was and is a pleasure to work with me. And everyone claps and cheers and Jonah Hill is sitting at a table as I walk away and I flip him off.

It continues with me going home and wanting to tell my mom about what happened. Everytime I try to tell her about it, she starts talking about something else not wanting to hear about it. After trying so many times to tell her and her not listening, I yell at her about how she doesn't care about the major things in my life and as I storm off I hear her cry, and I hurt really bad because I made my mom cry. Then there is a jump and I am living with my best friend from college. (who incidently did not make it past the first Cry Day, but we stayed in touch and I am still good friends with him today) And he brings home these two gorgeous girls, one of whom is drawn to me. We go outside and I apparently live on the beach. There is a big squid in the surf and we try to save it, but it looks like it is dead. Then a Mercedes Mibach drives up and she gets in and becons me inside. The dream ends with me discovering how many window shades there are on one window of this car. (The answer is 17)

There was also some other disjointed parts featuring this guy in my class now stealing candy from a CostCo and trying to smuggle himself away in an open car trunk.... and something about my sisters room.

All in all, dreams are crazy, especially if you go to bead an hour after eating pasta and watching Angel.

The End...?