dreams!

woah! it's time for an update on what's been going down while i get me some beauty sleep!

ok. i'm going to start off with the little dream i had that involved the Chop Suey, the Math and Physics Club, standup comedy, and halloween. why this dream happened i don't know, because i wasn't even thinking about these things before i went to sleep. anyway. so i was at the chop suey, on halloween, and i was like "lalala, i'm at the chop suey," right? 'cept it's NOT the chop suey. it's some wierd school. i think this was backstage at the chop suey. and then i came upon Charles (singer for the math and physics club, who from now on we're gonna call MAPC) sitting in this chair looking really depressed. and i was like "hey man, what's got you down?" this part where he answers gets fuzzy, cause this dream was two nights ago. anyway. then he's like "you better get out, i don't know if the security guards would dig it if you were back here" and so i go out into the club, which looks way more like the chop suey than backstage did. i strike up a conversation with this really, really tall woman in this ugly white unisuit. she was nice. and then charles and kevin come over and are like "hey there, sarah! you ready for the show to start?" and i'm like "hell yeah!" and then kevin and this really tall woman (who's like a foot taller than him) start making out. and they keep on making out for like, ever. and i'm looking at charles like "what the fuck?" and it turns out it's kevins wife! and i'm like "woah!" and then they get all gross because he keeps on whispering tottaly nonchalantly into her ear "you wanna do it?" like some eager little high schooler who's never had sex before and wants to get it over and done with. and she's like "when we get home."
so then they go away, and me and kevin's wife sit at this table, because it's time for dinner. and then we don't eat. instead, the owner of the chop suey gets up and is like "for our annual halloween celebration, we'll have some great standup!" and these REALLY crappy standup comedians get up and start doing way scripted stuff. and it sucks, and i'm all "man, i saw this last year." then i get pissed off and leave. suddenly, i'm walking across the street with my friend lauren, and kevin and his wife are behind us holding hands, and he's just like "wanna do it? wanna do it?" to her. and me and lauren are like "jesus christ, hold yourself back until you're in your apartment!" and we start laughing. then i morph dreams.

--i'm going to tell you right now that kevin is not some wierd ass guy who's always being creepy. even though he jokes around sometimes about how he and his bandmates are all crazy druggies. but whatever. and as for his wife, i've never met her, so i have no idea, but i'll bet she's pretty damn normal, and doesn't wear ugly white unisuits.--

this dream i'm not surprised i had, because before i went to sleep i was thinking about seeing benjamin again. anyway. i'm lyon, which is the city where benjamin lives. i go int othe post office, and i ask this old guy "est benjamin dans?" which is probably WAY grammaticly incorrect (it literally translates to"is benjamin in?") and he replies "let me look in back. i think so." and then i get really nervous and go outside. me and my friends sit at this table and start painting, and benjamins sitting there, talking with some friends. he doesn't see me. so i get up, wal karound behind him, wrap my arms aroudn his shoulders and put my head by his neck and whisper "hello" into his ear. he turns around, looks really surprised, then really happy. then he stands up, kisses me, and hugs me for a long, long time. and i wanted to cry, but i laughed instead. he felt so real in that dream, my hands were on his back and he was warm and he smelled really good, in a natural way, not in a gross colgne way. then we came apart and held hands and everyone at the table looked really happy.

i miss him.