There was some sort of event in Arkansas Hall and Tara and I were reading an piece from "Holes". However, we couldn't find the right part. So, I went running through the garage door bit of the stage and into Wal-Mart. I then run to the books and find the right section and on my way back, stop in the board games section. I then run back to the garage door, which has been lowered and try to squeeze in under the bottom. I get under, but can't fit my butt through, so I come back out and somehow get backstage again. Tara and I do our piece and as we're striking afterwards, Emily comes up with a piece of paper, saying "Dr. Beach told me to give you this. I have too." And it's a letter telling me that I need to be more prepared/ I then wad it up and throw it on the ground before stomping on it, saying I knew that.

Professors and Cameras

So, I had a dream a few nights ago where I was with the three theatre professors and another professor who was supposedly the photography professor. It was fall and there were leaves everywhere. I was excited about the awesome pictures I was taking it. The photography professor asked me why I wasn't taking photography classes, since I was so obviously interested. I told her it didn't fit in my schedule, but was taking it next semester. She mentioned that she was taking a group of students to some extravagant place to shoot photographs at some point in the next couple of years. Gilpin stepped in and said that it depended on when the trip was, because he already had me claimed to stage manage his next show, because at that point I'd have enough experience to know what I was doing and enough that he could help me improve.

Waves

So, in my dream, my friend Andrea and I were at the beach, in the ocean. Across the entire ocean, there was a wall, sorta like a dam, but it had a path built on a ledge. The point was to walk across the ledge (which was underwater) while holding onto the wall (which was above water) while the waves were trying to pull you back. We picked a really bad day, because the ocean was quite chaotic. We were about halfway across when my phone rang. I pulled it out of nowhere and answered. My other friend Becca, was asking me where I was. I told her and she replied that we had rehearsal. I freaked out before I realized it was Saturday and we didn't have rehearsals on Saturday. She responded that Gilpin did have rehearsals on Saturdays and I had better get there quick. Next instant, I am there, dried and dressed. I am helping Becca set up for rehearsal on Arkansas Hall stage.

Weeds

The other night I had this bizarre dream where I was rubbing my eyebrows and little weeds were coming off. I looked in the mirror and they were growing there and along my hairline. 0.0 Then, I looked at my arm and there was just one weed growing in my arm, I pulled it out and it left a perfectly cylindrical hole in my arm. Later, I was looking at the hole and noticed a soft spot higher on my arm, like the bone had caved in. So, I went to my mom, a nurse, and had her look. She was like... Ah! Here's the problem, and pulled a small pine tree out of another hole in my arm. The roots were wrapped in a condom. The soft spot went away and I woke up.

Dreamed about Emilie again. We were running from Nazi's. And her father was one of them... though I have no idea who he actually is :P. We were running in the woods and every time we came to a hill we rolled down it.

We got to one hill and we get ready to roll when I realized that at the bottom of the hill was a cliff. So, I grabbed her hand and carried her on my back as we ran down the hill. After walking along the edge of the cliff we came to two caves next to each other. We heard the men laughing in the one on the left so we slipped into the one on the right. There were other women and children in the cave. As well as picnic tables and some sort of shed thing. We sat at a picnic table near the fire with the other women... trying to stay quiet and keeping Emilie quiet. We heard the men coming into the cave, so we all ran into the shed thing.

Robot Drones

I had a really weird, random dream.

I was taking a class in the future (like sci-fi floating classrooms). It must have been a communication class, because Mr. Steinmiller was teaching it. Anyway, for some reason the lesson had to do with chicken noodle soup and everyone had to have a bite out of big bowl. Though we couldn't use a spoon, we had to use a little white doll bowl and take turns. I waited until most of the others had some. Suddenly, there was a blast and we were being shot at from spaceships. Everyone took off running as more bombs were blasted. I started falling off one of the flying classrooms and was grabbed by an enemy robot. I told it I surrendered and was on their side now. It let me go and I took off running. Later in the dream, I must have been running with the three main characters from Harry Potter, because I remember almost getting caught while I was doing something with Ron Weasley.
I went into one of the floating office buildings, because I had to find my brother and my mom. So, I snuck past offices and came to the gym, which was where I knew I would find my mom and my brother. I was almost to where they were hiding (a gym shower that for some reason was imperturbable and unnoticeable to the enemies)when a man that I recognized as a man from my class was on the floating track. As I was sneaking behind him, he turned around and morphed into officer clothing. He attempted to get closer to me, but I took off running around the track. At one point, he almost grabbed me and I climbed over the railing, dangling by a death grip on a pole. He offered his hand and I said that I would sooner fall than let them torture me. His response was that if I simple gave up running that I would be safe and we could live happily ever after. For some reason I grabbed his hand and decided I was madly in love with him.
I went and found my mom and brother in the secret shower and told them that we could all be spared. My mom said she was happy. She had started a photography business in the desert somewhere. My brother just sorta sat there.
While talking to my family, I decided I needed to shave my legs. After I had shaved one leg, my intended started knocking on the door and asked what was taking so long. I came out, wrapped my arms around him and said I was shaving my legs, but was only half done.

Weird, huh?

Doll Arms and Horcruxes???

My dream was really vague and weird, but we were working with my mom's ceramic stuff and upon exploring the molds, we realized that they were all doll arms, which were horcruxes we'd been looking for. The arms all connected to make a really creepy shelf.

Kidnap

So, I dreamed that myself, my friend Christian, and a girl I knew very briefly in high school were kidnapped by some older Mexican man who didn't wear a shirt. He and some really skinny blonde women were attempting to make face casts of us. Lauren and I were outside this house, trying to figure out a plan, when another friend, Alison, drove up in a car. We got in to go look for the police, freaking out because if they realized we were gone they would kill Christian. We're freaking out and know that we'll have to turn around soon, when I remember that my phone is still in my pocket! I called 911 and told them the address that I somehow knew and they responded that we'd have to go in the house with them. So we rush back to save Christian. We get back and are dragged into the house, just Lauren and I, because Alison disappeared. We keep peeping out the windows, waiting for the police that would never come and poor Christian was still strapped to a chair with blue goop on his face.

Kidnapped

I dreamed about Emilie again.

There was some evil guy at the head of an evil organization who kept trying to kidnap her and take her away from me. We set up a trap. There was a whole group of us dressed in yellow ponchos and we called the evil guy from a payphone. I was holding her the entire time. I don't know why we were wearing yellow ponchos, because it was a gorgeous spring day. Suddenly, I wasn't holding her anymore. I ran around in mud puddles looking for her, yelling for her. She had been nabbed. On a path, not far from the payphone, we thought we saw her. There was a man in a yellow poncho holding the hand of a child wearing a similar yellow poncho. We ran up to them, grabbed the kid... and it wasn't her... it was a little blonde boy. I ran everywhere looking for her, calling her name. Then, I realized I was on the HSU South Lawn and had to go to stagecraft. I was a mess. My friend Stephanie said she was coming with me, because I couldn't be alone right then. I walked into stagecraft and started crying.

Motorcycle Man

So, a couple of nights ago, I dreamed that Urinetown was running. I was in the lobby for some reason, headed to the green room to do something, I think. I stopped to talk to Stephanie, Andrea, and Jeff. All of a sudden, a big black guy dressed in leather on a motorcycle rode into the lobby from the green room area. He was looking for a coke machine. I told him that there weren't coke machines on campus. So he asked if there were any drink machines. There is one Pepsi machine upstairs. He made a comment about it tasting bad, but beggars can't be choosers, when Andrea reminded me that there was another Pepsi machine at the end of the hallway and it appeared out of nowhere. So the guy drove off to get his soda. I went to the green room and was washing props, then stopped outside of Dr. Beach's office to talk to her and JoHannah. All of a sudden, we could hear the roar of the motorcycle onstage DURING the show! We ran to the voms to see and he was driving on the back of the stage, looking lost and confused as the actors ran downstage.

Also, somewhere in the dream was Stephen texting me, telling me to come see him. And I told him I couldn't because of the show. And he kept asking, telling me my ticket was at the airport waiting.

Facebook Status Sex

So, I dreamed about Stephen again last night. (I don't post most of them, because a some get pretty racy.) To quote Sugarcult, "That's what you gets for falling for him, You can never get him out of your head."

Anyway, in the dream, I checked his facebook page and his status was about ripping some girl named Whitney's clothes off, and she commented on it with a very racy comment about their sex life. I remember being jealous, hurt, and upset in the dream. Not that he was a sex god or anything, but I did love him... I still love him...

Gang?

So, I've had other weird dreams, but by the time I get to the computer, it's faded.

I was in high school again, but I was in a gang. My hair was streaked and it was a sign of the gang. I may have also been a prostitute. Anyway, I'm standing in the hallway of my high school when a male gang member came out of the cafeteria and started yelling at me. I believe he hit me, but I remember seeing my brother come out in the hallway before I blacked out.

I came to in the hallway again, in different clothes. Somebody told me my brother was in the hospital. So, I ran and sorta kinda crawled, with my clothes falling off, up the stairs. I also vowed to have nothing else to do with the gang, I was dying my hair and running away. When I got up the stairs, I was in a hospital. I went to the nurse's station and asked if he was there, imagining that he was in ICU or worse, and it was my fault. The nurse told me where he was. I started crying and she tried to grab me, the other nurse told her it was fine, I was his sister. I walked into the room (which looked a lot like a plain bedroom) and he was lying on his stomach, reading. I tried to hug him and avoid his shoulder, because I was sure that's where he was hurt. He said, "If you get off me, I'll roll over and give you a real hug." I started crying harder and saying, "You're okay. You're okay."