Amanda and I woke up this morning because Cari was screaming in her sleep, followed by little whimpering moans. She can't remember what she was dreaming about, but she remembers she was still afraid when she woke up. I think there must be something in the water*, because I had the earthquake thing, Amanda dreamt we had to drive back down to DC from Ann Arbor and didn't leave until 4pm, and I had some more strange ones last night.

I was hanging out with one of the members of Monty Python's Flying Circus. I think we may have been filming a movie because John Cleese kept wandering by in the background. He was very old and pale and wrinkly and sickly. We went to some kind of school and each member of Monty Python had a booth, sort of like a science fair. Each was advertising a different Monty Python sketch. Michael Palin was deathly shy. This 13-year-old kid came up to one of the tables and was being a jerk and trying to be funny, so all of the Monty Python members ganged up on him and made him cry. I've had "Every Sperm is Sacred" in my head all morning, but I don't know if it was actually in the dream or if I just started thinking about it later through association.

There were a lot of dreams and strange things happening throughout the dreams, to the point where I would wake up – or at least be conscious that I was dreaming – and think 'I should remember this, because my dreams are crazy!' Now I've forgotten a lot of the details, but I remember something about a portable plastic shower that folded up and you could take places with you.

The last thing I remember was that it was Eboni's and Jenny Angel's birthday, so the whole DC-ASB crew went out to dinner to celebrate. It was also Britney Spears' birthday and she showed up at the restaurant and sat at a table in the back with her manager, because she had no other friends. I hated Britney, but I also felt bad because she was all alone on her birthday. So I suggested to the group that we invite her to join us. She was depressed and melancholy until we invited her, then she came and sat at our table and stole the spotlight from the other two birthday girls, whose party it had been, and commanded everyone's attention for the rest of the night. I hated her even more for that.

* Oh wait... it's LEAD!

srah - Thursday, 26 February 2004 - 10:09 AM

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gravatar cari - February 26, 2004 - 4:59 PM -


scream reprise :-p

mmmm lead

gravatar Urs - February 26, 2004 - 8:56 PM -

that damn Brittney

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