May 8, 2002
Speechless
Oh my god, I just had the most horrifying dream. I dreamt that I was at All-State with Mr. Hatteberg [my former high school choir director who's now probably Dr. Hatteberg] and the madrigal group, and I was doing duets, males duos. The first day, I had learned everything else but this one song, and this was going to make or break it, because I didn't have the music and I never learned it. So, I was searching through my book of music, which turned out to be nothing but recipes for cookies and brownies, and I couldn't find the song. Finally, ten minutes before we were supposed to compete, I told him that I didn't have the music and that I didn't know the piece, and he threw a glass of water at me, gave me the sheet music, and said, "Go, read, learn." And I was so freaking out because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to do it. Thank god that I woke up because now I realize it was just a dream, but I was so afraid. It was horrible, simply horrible.
On a lighter note, though, I had a dream earlier in the night. I was at a drug conference with someone I knew, the typical shit. We were drinking, goofing off and shit. I'm walking back from the resto we were having dinner at, and it was kind of like Fremont Street in Vegas where the whole downtown area was like this one big show with a canopy over the street, speakers everywhere, video screens and such like that. I'm walking down, and I hear a familiar voice, so I look up on the video monitors and it's Bette Midler singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy and instead of the traditional mermaid-in-a-wheelchair Dolores Delago skit, she's swing dancing...as herself that is. So, it took a while, but it finally caught up with me.
That's all.
