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May. 26th, 2009 10:09 amSo I woke up at about 7 AM this morning, as I generally do with the big east-facing window in my room, and then went back to sleep for an hour around 9.
And I had a dream where I was working desperately on homework in a computer lab, and then a bunch of people I knew from high school started putting on a play in the computer lab, and I was so excited, and then my mother came in and told me that we were leaving, now, with the implication that she didn't approve of the play and she definitely didn't approve of me watching it when I was doing homework.
( And then I hung out with Paul McCartney. )
I finally found him, and I was going to tell him something and walk home, maybe even invite him home for dinner, but then I woke up and I couldn't remember what exactly was going to happen next.
A pleasant dream, all told, if thoroughly weird. I think there was a bit where Paul started talking about always quoting songs, and quoted a line about walking a mile, and then shouted, "And the worst part is I hate that opera!" and I came to the conclusion that he was talking about "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" from American Idiot, but I didn't have the nerve to ask him. That was right before we started going down the ramp, so I had other things to worry about.
And I had a dream where I was working desperately on homework in a computer lab, and then a bunch of people I knew from high school started putting on a play in the computer lab, and I was so excited, and then my mother came in and told me that we were leaving, now, with the implication that she didn't approve of the play and she definitely didn't approve of me watching it when I was doing homework.
( And then I hung out with Paul McCartney. )
I finally found him, and I was going to tell him something and walk home, maybe even invite him home for dinner, but then I woke up and I couldn't remember what exactly was going to happen next.
A pleasant dream, all told, if thoroughly weird. I think there was a bit where Paul started talking about always quoting songs, and quoted a line about walking a mile, and then shouted, "And the worst part is I hate that opera!" and I came to the conclusion that he was talking about "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" from American Idiot, but I didn't have the nerve to ask him. That was right before we started going down the ramp, so I had other things to worry about.
