Blue Eyes Designs

So I don’t usually remember my dreams. At least, not during the school year. I’ve always associtated that with the fact that I sleep so little and so hard, that waking up is a jarring experience. Anyway, I chronicle them here mostly for my own future reference, as I often have reoccuring or prophetic dreams, and they’re interesting to look back on.

Despite that, I’ve had three very vivid dreams in the past few days. The first was Friday – I had a dream that I thought I was late for As You Like It strike, so I was running around crazily trying to get ready to go. E and A were there (I don’t think R was my flatmate anymore). The apartment was laid out a little differently, such that you could get to the hallway from the closet (heavens knows where the bathroom went.) I, in my frenzy, was running around wearing nothing but a red plaid Catholic school-girl type skirt, trying to find something that matched it. Why I would think it was a good idea to wear this to strike, I’ve no idea, but E certainly took advantage of my mostly bare bottom with a well placed smack. Of course, a few minutes into this, someone said “Isn’t strike on Sunday” to which I responded “yes….” “Today’s Saturday.” “oh.” and the dream ended with someone I don’t recognize, who was a friend hanging out with us, laughing her ass off at me. *sigh* a bit of anxiety, maybe?

The second dream was a bit of a stress dream, too, I think. It was also Friday – I dreamed that a few days into the run of As You Like It Craig had decided to rent a bunch of equipment and add it to the show. Among the acquisitions were a moving head automated of some sort, an Expression, and some more shiny things, the exact nature of which escapes me now. The dream was mostly us setting up and programming the show into the new board. We had to get help from M, a sophomore and someone who, as far as I know, has no console programming experience. SO what does this all mean? I suspect it’s a reflection of my feelings of inadquacy brought about from the realization that I know jack about modern lighting control systems. Erp. What the hell kind of ME will I be when I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing? yeah I can organize and hang, but I can’t run the thing worth a damn. *growl*

The last was short and just kinda weird – I believe it was Saturday night, so it might have been alcohol-induced. I was running around an amusement park that has been seen in my dreams before. I don’t belive that this part actually exists in real life, which is probably a good thing, because it’s sprawling and hard to navigate. Apparently my mother (I believe) and some other people, the identities of whom I don’t recall, and I were running around the park looking for a particular electronics store. Along the way we wound up in the lecture hall (yes, apparently an amusement park has a lecture hall) and ran into Doc Bob, who was waiting for a lecture series to start (that apparently conflicted schedule-wise with some other lectures he wanted to attend.) We were trying to find an exit and wound up in an off-limits basement area that should have been the backstage, left, and continued to wander around the park.

Well, if you’ve read this far, you’re probably feeling a little dumber. Thanks for reading, anyway. If you have any great insight on to the meaning of all of this, let me know.