Friday, February 21, 2003
Dream: At NYSSMA I have to sing An Chloe, which I haven't practiced in months. In an attempt to help me Miss Thomas and two other teachers go in the room with me and sing along, completely ruining the song. Afterwards, my judge holds me and cries with me.
I am cleaning a bathroom, and while looking under the sink I realize that the labels on the bottles of chemicals don't make sense. (Lucidity! Woo!)(It doesn't last long.)
I am in Spain. My dad brings me up on a hill where we look down and watch a huge horse race in the field below. It is like a stampede. A preacher comes to me and tells me I have to thank someone in my life.
I am cleaning a bathroom, and while looking under the sink I realize that the labels on the bottles of chemicals don't make sense. (Lucidity! Woo!)(It doesn't last long.)
I am in Spain. My dad brings me up on a hill where we look down and watch a huge horse race in the field below. It is like a stampede. A preacher comes to me and tells me I have to thank someone in my life.
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