Yesterday, the day of craziness

I feel like I'm always sharing dreams with you. Oh well. This one is great. It began early in the wee morning hours of Wednesday.

I was in the Taylor chorale, and we were on an underground train, going past the Indianapolis airport. Then we all got off, and we were at Amber's house. I was hanging out with Laura and Alyssa in Amber's room, and then Tracy Manning (who is really the theatre director, but who in my dream directed chorale) burst into the room.

"We are singing in 5 minutes! Get dressed!"

We were supposed to bring all black to wear to our concert - a combination of shirt/pants/skirt, whatever. However, I looked in my suitcase and all I had brought was a bright blue dress I had worn in the 90s. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Even though it fit, I said to myself, "This is definitely not black."

Then I realized that we were supposed to sing in 2 minutes, and began running around looking for black clothes. Even though Amber had a ton in her closet, they wouldn't fit me. Alyssa and Laura didn't have any extras, and even though Valerie did, she shut the door and frowned at me.

In all of this stress and mayhem, my alarm went off and I woke up with a headache.

I then got up, took a shower, got ready, and went to my advisor's office for a meeting and my RAC sheet. (This is no longer the dream, by the way, this is reality.) She said my schedule looked good, we talked about Ireland and Astronomy, and she said I should take Life Span next semester.

I went to my next class, where we were watching a PBS special on an American lady who had moved to Afghanistan. Rather interesting. Then someone's cell phone started going off. Except it didn't stop making that loud buzzing. And then lights started flashing. What? We all kind of looked at each other, confused, saw people rushing by in the hall outside the door, and stood up and slowly began to gather our stuff.

After standing up and slowly filing out, we realized that the supposed cell phone was actually the fire alarm, and were quite confused. We made it out of Rupp, were told to go to the Chapel, and then to the Student Union. We then found out that there had been a gas leak outside Smith-Hermanson, and so we had chapel in the Union. Quite awesome actually.

They then said that classes were cancelled until further notice, but then until about 12:30 kept un-cancelling and re-cancelling classes and opening and closing buildings on a whim. We were all frustrated and confused.

Then I gave a horrible speech, enjoyed Hebrew, and endured Astronomy, ending the day on a pleasant note by creating a scary schedule for next semester, 17 credits, 4 of which are Life Span.

'Twas an interesting day.

not my favorite Wednesday.

That was yesterday - staying up until 3:20, potentially getting up only 4 hours later, a huge project, homework due, 2 tests and a quiz. Looking toward the Wednesday, I was not pleased and rather stressed.

But then, writing a letter to my mom in Astronomy class last night, I realized that I had made it through the day unscathed. All of the things I thought were going to squash me actually turned out to be all right.

Interesting how my perspective on this changed how I felt about it entirely. In the span of 24 hours, I was feeling completely different about this Wednesday.

Hm. Just for thinking.

and I'm back from the dead

... hopefully.

I keep coming to my blog, hoping to think of some ingenious remarks to share with the general public, but then I read everyone else's blogs and am saddened that I really don't have much to say.

Those who read my blog are quite few, and don't really need my blog to keep up with me. So I figure, why write? Oh well. I'll come up with something. For example, this hilarious dream I had Thursday night.

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A big movie producer honcho man, who was apparently quite unpopular, was currently living in a hotel. One movie star he had rejected was now bent on assassinating him. This person (who was first a girl in my dream, and then a guy) was hanging out with me and telling me of her woes. She had tried to assassinate him many times by impersonating room service and bringing up poisoned food. But he hadn't died yet.

So then I got in on it. S/he and I and several other people were hanging out in the movie honcho's hotel room, and he and his wife were sitting in bed, chatting it up with us. Our first move was to saw off a part of the bedpost and replace it with a poisoned peanut. But that didn't work.

So then we wrote up about ten letters, giving him directions to places that were going to be blown up. We must have thought this guy was really stupid.

But he wasn't stupid. He caught our drift, and started blowing things up! Oh, and we were in the woods now. And it was a battle. So, the leader of our forces said that if we had burning books it would ward off the evil forces.

So we dipped the books into oil and they burst into flame and we waited for the enemy to spring out of the forest. When they did, we waved our flaming books at them. Except I almost killed Jessica Heil with mine.

"Sorry!" I said.

"What are you trying to do??" asked Jessica.

"Well, it's your fault anyway."

"Whatever. No it's not." This statement was really quite thought-provoking in my dream.

Then the flames off of our books turned into melted cheese and everyone's legs and arms were covered in oil. So we got in the car and drove into a valley, surrounded on all sides by mountains. And in the middle was LeTourneau University.

It was snowing and it was either prospectives weekend or homecoming, so the admissions/alumni department had given everyone brightly colored winter jackets. I found James and said, "LeTourneau, is this ... I mean, James, is this LeTourneau?" Because all the signs were really small and just said, "The School in Fort Wayne."

And he said it was, and then I said, "Oh, YES! That means I can find James and Josh! I haven't seen them in forever." Then I realized I was talking to James, so I said, "Oh wow, so this means you're back from Korea?" And he said yes, and I woke up.