Heart's Crescendo

I am actually going to watch High School Musical 2. (*gasp*)

Anyway, I'm a bit tired.

I learned how to play some RvB music last night, which was barrels of monkey fun. It's unbelievably easy.

Oh, and I thought I was being tough because my fingers are so callused I can't feel the tips when I type (my fingers are all shiny with callused skin), but I started chords finally last night and my hands are aching. It's a totally different grip than with plucking and it hurts bad. LOL. 

OK well this is mainly to talk about my dreams last night, which were extremely odd:

First, I was trying out for show choir (Lord only knows why) and for some odd reason, it was the middle of fall - homecoming, football, soccer, voting and all the fun stuff that comes with them - and it had become much harder to get in. It was choreography try-outs. They handed me a "kit" they said I would need and sent me to the basement (yes all of a sudden the school had a readily available basement) to change. It was dark down there and I was all alone. I couldn't find a good concealed place to change and finally drew back into a little room to change. I opened up the "kit" and found about four different sprays - hair spray, glitter spray, sticky spray to keep your bra in place and stickier spray to keep your underwear in place. Underneath all that was the outfit we were supposed to try out in - a shiny orange and black bikini top and a shiny orange and black bikini bottom with silver fringe. Outraged I went back upstairs and demanded a new outfit; a parent shoved a bag my way and I went back down. The bag was filled with Spandex bermuda-length shorts and a Spandex tank top. Mortified, I had the spandex pants on when I began to hear the school band. I kept thinking, WTF, I'm in a basement, how can I hear the band? And then all of a sudden a door on ground level bursts open and in comes the whole band and I'm standing there half-dressed. I ripped the tank top on and emerged from my room. "What the heck are you doing here?" (I kept wondering how they had gotten into a basement level room from outside, but I was so deeply asleep I couldn't make myself change it.) They said there had been an emergency and they needed to get somebody to the hospital wing. (Yes, we now all of a sudden had a hospital wing, too.) I was like, "who is it?" And they brought Josh, limp and lifeless, bleeding from his side, up to the front. I started screaming at them to hurry and get him up to the hospital wing, but no one seemed keen to do so. "We just want somewhere peaceful for him to die," one of them said. I just stared at them, then hiked all six feet, four inches and two-hundred and twenty pounds of him up on my back and started trying to carry him upstairs. When I finally got to the top, Mrs. Smith screamed at me to go back down and stretch to dance. I told her I had to take him to the hospital wing, and she said, "You have to make a decision! His life or show choir!" And I shoved past her and she was screaming for them to restrain me.... then the dream changed....

Nan, Papaw, and I were driving endlessly in the mountains. I was feeling sick because the mountains make me feel that way, and it was getting miserable. Suddenly we came out in a clearing - beautiful emerald green meadow, a little stone bridge with a clear stream running beneath it. I started hollering because there was a gorgeous, pure white unicorn standing in the clearing, iridescent tail and mane with a glittering white horn. I kept telling Nan to look at it but she couldn't see it and neither could Papaw. There was an old, decrepit, shaggy, dirty pony in the corner they saw, but they couldn't see the unicorn on the other side of the meadow. We kept driving and as we drove I saw more of them, wandering along the road, one dark blue with a black horn, another fire-red with orange mane and tail and a black horn, more and more of them. Suddenly we were back in civilization and Papaw announced that we had reached....


I'll finish later because I don't feel so good.

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