Agamemnon appears in a dream…

WELL then, mr. procrastinator president agamemnon! You hath appeared in a dream of MINE as well. It was rather odd, though, because it wasn’t you. I guess I should explain??

******enter dreamland******

My mother looks at me and says that of course I’m majoring in music. I keep denying it but she’s known all my life that that was the only thing I would ever want to major in. She said that my independent study for the honors college could be learning violin. (Apparently this wouldn’t be hard for me??? *rolls eyes*) Fine, so she makes me make this appointment with a piano teacher at some school. I’m supposed to drive over there and take a lesson, as well as all this other stuff. Apparently Agamemnon is going to be in the area on that day, so we decide hey we’ll meet up there. I get there, and I find myself getting sidetracked with some things I need to take care of, and I was going to miss seeing him, I thought. But then I was in this crowded room of people in this music building, and my mother showed up. I remember thinking she’d kill me if she found me talking to this guy and found out I only knew him on the internet. (which she would’ve had this been in real life) So I saw Agamemnon, and we made eye contact and somehow got away from my mom to talk or something.

I remember thinking that it didn’t look like him though… that was the weird part. See, I was seeing the image of what he actually looks like in my head in my dream, but this guy I was meeting didn’t really look like him, though he knew who I was and knew everything Agamemnon would know. So while the image of him DID technically appear in my dream, the life image of him was not him. But it was supposed to be. Of course, I got paranoid that it wasn’t really him, and thought all these people were out to get me. Well, it’s a good thing I thought that… ’cause they were. *conspiracy theory*

The rest of the dream is way too complicated to explain. Let’s just say that the red tissue paper blows up, but not until the surrounding green and blue are taken away. And when everyone but 3 of us was killed off, I trapped myself in the bathroom, but the evil guy pushed some tissue paper in… I couldn’t see what color it was because the lights weren’t on. I just rinsed it with water and threw it out the door. Turned out it was blue tissue paper, (which he was agonizingly screaming after I threw it out to him) and theoretically would’ve helped me. But guess what… it was just RED tissue paper in disguise… he thought I’d see it was blue and keep it and be killed, but instead I threw it back at him and the guy beside him was majorly wounded. Riiight… there was more than that before the tissue paper thing, but it’s even weirder than the tissue paper. I’ll leave it at that.

******exit dreamland******

Sick of dreams yet? Hah… I think they’re a little wacko. Did I mention I got a 1400 on my SAT’s??? 😀

Once again, I’m

~swept away in dreamland~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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