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.