Ahhhhh....

Last night I found some stuff about how to lucid dream-which sounds totally cool. One of the steps is to remember your dreams, and on the first night, I remebered 1 and a fourth!!! (You usually have 4-6 dreams a night-you need to remember almost all of them.) So here's what I wrote down and 6:03 A.M:

I was dreaming that we were on a long road trip. The last stop was England. They were filming a commercial (about shaving, I think?) at this cool-looking stone platform in the middle of a park, and one boy said or did something so funny I started laughing durign the filming. He looked at me and I felt guilty so I motioned to to him that I wasn't laughing at him, but he had turned aeay for his next lie. I got a little distracted, and when I turned around again he wasn't there.

Then I followed some other people (troublemakers, I think). We went far, far away. I was scared that I was going to get in trouble for going to far away, or get lost, even. All of us weregoing throughthis large Spongebob apartment complex (don't ask,P that was brand-new. They were going to go farther into a CBS complex whe I turned back and ran through the SB complex (which had grown smaller and was inside now), up the hill we had come down, and into our hotel lobby.

There was a TV there and Dad suggested we convince Mom to let us watch TV this vacation (she never lets us have down time-whcih is good most of the time). I don't know if we did, but there was the U.K. channel for Nick there and it showed a similar place to where I saw the boy filming.

Then we were at home a few days after our vacation.I was reading on an armchairand Dad told me that Mom had wanted us to tkae another road trip to the University of Lousiana, supposedly a great I.V. League collofe. I said NO. Maybe YOU ARE CRAZY too.

I also had a dream I could do magic. There were a buch of fish tanks. With my powers I had helped a few fish, like once I helped a fish breathe in time for me to put it back in the tank (it had fallen out). I was in a camp, in a mostly bare white room with a bunch of other girls. We were a distinct someplace, I know that.

I so rock

Anyway, that morning it was the second day of Rosh Hashanah and there was a family service at like 11:30, but I had decided to go to school because I was too afraid of missing something important. Soooo I went there, watched HSM b.c the chorus teacher was out, watch The Devil's Arithmetic (a crude attempt at a dram based on the actually good book), and was in 4th period when my teacher told me that my mom was here to pick me up. I was like(wtf mom, you told me I was going to school all day!!!!! ) . PLUs there was a quiz next period and I was afraid that was my worst class So I felt horrible until we got to services-then I felt better after playing with the adorable group of 3 and 5-year olds and taking the annual trek to the River (ahhh, healthy tradition!)

Then we did Tashlich, the casting of our sins...by throwing bread into water.

It was extremely satisfying (I know it was meant to be serious, but still!)