Sunday, March 16, 2003
Dream: I am doing my make up. I put on purple eyeshadow and lip stick. When I look in the mirror I appear sickly and disgusting. I try to smile, but the image of myself grimaces.
Dream: Rachel and I are going to put on a performance. People begin congregating in my front lawn. We open the window and pull up the shade. We put on a CD and start singing along with it, from my bedroom. The crowd loves us, and keeps growing larger and larger. I put on lip gloss but it turns out to be numbing gel stuff. Someone decides to make some money by having a garage sale in my driveway. He dumps a bunch of things and records out, there is a mad dash, and when the dust clears it is all gone. My mind keeps coming back to the homework I should be doing and that I have to be at the Junior Museum by 3:30.
Dream: Rachel and I are going to put on a performance. People begin congregating in my front lawn. We open the window and pull up the shade. We put on a CD and start singing along with it, from my bedroom. The crowd loves us, and keeps growing larger and larger. I put on lip gloss but it turns out to be numbing gel stuff. Someone decides to make some money by having a garage sale in my driveway. He dumps a bunch of things and records out, there is a mad dash, and when the dust clears it is all gone. My mind keeps coming back to the homework I should be doing and that I have to be at the Junior Museum by 3:30.