I just searched high and low to find a post on my blog about a dream I had summer of 2010. Evidently I didn't write about it here, but luckily I've talked about it enough that I can remember it.
When I was in Rome with Hwanhi and Katja, we stayed up one night in our tent playing MASH. We played several rounds in hopes that fate would pair me with my secret Cambridge crush (cringing just thinking about that...). I did, however, get MASH married to our beloved and eccentric library-stair-hopping friend James.
So naturally, that night I had a dream that James and I were married (trust me, this is just as weird for me to write as it is for you to read). All that happened in the dream was that I was asleep in bed, and James just stood there... taking pictures of me... all creepy like...
I KNOW!! Sooooo weird!!! But it's HYSTERICAL!! I remember that the next morning I recounted this dream to some friends at lunch in the Great Hall, and my professor/family friend who, among other things, studies dreams was sitting a few seats down, doing a poor job of pretending not to listen.
Why do I bring this up 2.5 years later? (2.5 years!!!! eeeek!!!)
BECAUSE last night, I had a dream that one of my male friends came up to me with a roll of film he had developed from a disposable camera...and the pictures were all of me (and I'd had no idea that they were being taken)!!!! Some of them were full body shots, but they were mostly of my knees. MY KNEES???? I didn't really know what to make of it, and I don't know how I reacted because I started waking up right about that time.
But what does it mean when I have dreams about my friends taking stalker pictures of me??
Happy Christmas, everyone! I hope that everyone has been enjoying time with loved ones as we celebrate Christ's birth.
As a present to all of you, Sam, Paige, and I made some videos for your viewing pleasure! They are soooo good and definitely not done in one take. Sam kicked me in the face in one of them, sooo they are pretty intense. Also, I have not worn makeup this whole weekend.
I've been feeling a wee bit grumpy lately. (a combination of the freezing windy rain, extreme fatigue, a messy bedroom, needing to do laundry/go to the cleaners, and being annoyed by nearly all of the boys)
SO This seems like the perfect time to compile a list of things that I like and make me happy.
I went to the ballet with Jennifer. We saw the Nutcracker and it was amazing!! I haven't seen the Moscow Ballet in 10 years, and man are they just as good as I remembered. Also, if I were a ballerina, forget wanting to be the Sugar Plum Fairy (although I would want her tutu....), I would want to dance the Arabian Variation!!