Curtain Call

March 8, 2011


Don’t Worry About A Thing

February 2, 2011

I dreamt I had to perform Hotel California at a school pep rally with Jeff Bridges. He loaned me his fancy guitar to use and told me that everything was going to be alright.

– Nicole

Last night, I dreamed that my English teacher decided to be my history teacher and my history teacher decided to teach us English. A guy that I like ended up being in both classes and thought that my friend and I were sisters, even though we look nothing alike. Then all of a sudden it was spring break, and I was texting him. And then it was snowing, for some odd reason. So I decided to go outside, and I was in some sort of weird foreign land with log cabins and cliffs. All of a sudden, the Earth seemed to cave in all around me, but not over me. All of civilization had been buried, though, and I realized that now we had a clean slate. So that night I went back home, which was apparently still there, and my mom gave me half of a yellow jacket. I asked her where the other half was, and she said it was in the fish tank at the bottom of our freezer, but I had to be careful getting it out because it could get caught in the motor. I remember thinking that it was sort of like Finding Nemo, even though, no, it wasn’t. So I had my dad help me get my jacket out, and then I woke up. Weirdest dream ever.


Anita or Liza?

November 16, 2009

I dreamt that it was the first day back at school, and I had to finish a test that I had started last year.  I had forgotten about it, of course, and I wasn’t prepared.  One of the questions was:

Who is better,

Anita Baker


or Liza Minnelli

lizaM ?

Which was odd because I think it was a social studies class.


So True….

March 18, 2009

From true

From true


I’m in college and I have to take a shower in this disgusting shower stall with a huge hole in the floor that I have to straddle. When I’m done, I realize I don’t have a towel so I have to wrap the grimy curtain around my body. Then I walk out into the hallway and eat lots of donuts that have been set out for some kind of carnival.


But My Voice Is Gone

March 10, 2009

I’m in the locker room of my old school, but it’s slightly different. There is an extra office where the showers used to be and my old gym teacher is sitting there. All of a sudden I fall asleep on a bench and have dream. It was 6:00. In my dream I was racing my friend, and I had to win. When I woke up it was cold dark, and I was naked. I scrambled to find my clothes before anyone could fine me. The only light vaguely flickers and I hear whistling. I go to the door but it is locked. I try to open it but I can’t. There’s an old janitor. I try to say something, but my voice is gone.