|man, i leave you guys for three seconds...
||[Sep. 24th, 2005|09:01 am]
So of course the night I leave SLC is the night my SLC dreams start back up. But honestly, this was one hell of a ensemble cast - and ironically (or rather, quite appropriately, Jude Law WAS in it)|
I don't know if I'm going to be able to describe this dream in any logical/chronological way, so I might just have to bullet point this one.
First, friggin' everybody I knew (and don't know) was in it. Some of the major players included basically everybody I interact with now at SLC (besides Zoe, sorry...) And I can't even begin to explain all the stuff that was going on in these altered places and dorm rooms on campus. I wish I could remember this part better, but I certainly remember...
...reminding Jude Law that there were pictures of him showing he had a small one, or as I refered to it in the dream, he had "been in the pool." For some reason my mind, last night, decided to put me in a very nice living room with Jude Law and two other people I now can't remember. I sat there with Mr. Law discussing recent 'goss' about him, and was about to say, "Hey, that Sienna Miller's quite the looker" when my phone wrang. OH WAIT, HOLD ON - before my phone wrang, Kirstie Allie and John Travolta walked in (with kids?) and sat down on the couch next to me. John Travolta gave me a weird handshake which involved holding my hand within his, and making an "ok" sign with his other hand on top of his head.
So yeah, the phone call was Andrew informing me that he had a special guest with him (amongst many other people) down in Chicago. I had tried to call Sarah at one point before in the dream, and Andrew was calling to tell me she was there. This pushed me over the limit because apparently I had wanted to go to Chicago with all these people, but instead I was stuck sitting next to Kirstie Allie.
At some point in all of this, I was in Walker and Lauren's appartment (which was actually Lauren's old room in Kober) and I informed them that I no longer had a crush on someone, as I tried to find a place to put down my laptop. Then Lauren showed me all these pictures of Aynsley on my phone (that she had taken.) She was with two girls on her bed in PA, and one of them was very fat.
i have to go play golf. "I can dream about you, if I can't hold you toniiight" (does anyone know that song?!)