Post by Anne on Sept 2, 2009 21:15:27 GMT -5
I dunno, all this talk about Singapore made me dream about going there last night. I can't remember why, I think it was like a contest or some stupid reality TV show. Whatever the case, I wound up in one of Nick's college maths class rooms, so naturally I did the one thing I knew how; totally ignored the board full of incomprehensible math equasions and started sketching. Ah to be young and in a math class again.
Eventually I got scolded by the teacher, not for sketching (she wasn't expecting me to know anything) but because when I turned the pages I made a noise. Well disciplined dream Singaporeans don't let their paper rustle. So I 'begged' an apology and turned around, wondering if Nick was there before realising, I have no idea what he looks like, so what am I doing?
Change scene, I'm wandering around an internet cafe when I realise, I don't think I actually told Nick or anyone else I was coming here. I then spend a quarter of my dream constantly typing and re-typing the proboard name wrong, until finally I get it right only for some woman to go into labour. I can't use the internet anymore, I go home.
So I'm sitting by this window when I spot, heh, Wall-E roll by in the streets dressed like Nick's Sim-Self XDD I'm all 'Nick?' and it looks at me and rolls off.
Nick and I wind up meeting (you were wearing very snazzy sunnies, Nick) eventually, only for some rip in space-time leading to some alternate dimension to open. Sorry Nick, my psychic Jedi powers are needed.
Better then 12-year-old Italian dream Nick steeling my computer like last time? Yes. Better then me going to visit dream Monkey, only to be fobbed off onto her neighbours, a tsunami hit and me having to call down my spaceship to save everyone (reserving shot gun for Monkey)? Maybe.
Are my dreams totally nuts? Yes Dx But I love them
Eventually I got scolded by the teacher, not for sketching (she wasn't expecting me to know anything) but because when I turned the pages I made a noise. Well disciplined dream Singaporeans don't let their paper rustle. So I 'begged' an apology and turned around, wondering if Nick was there before realising, I have no idea what he looks like, so what am I doing?
Change scene, I'm wandering around an internet cafe when I realise, I don't think I actually told Nick or anyone else I was coming here. I then spend a quarter of my dream constantly typing and re-typing the proboard name wrong, until finally I get it right only for some woman to go into labour. I can't use the internet anymore, I go home.
So I'm sitting by this window when I spot, heh, Wall-E roll by in the streets dressed like Nick's Sim-Self XDD I'm all 'Nick?' and it looks at me and rolls off.
Nick and I wind up meeting (you were wearing very snazzy sunnies, Nick) eventually, only for some rip in space-time leading to some alternate dimension to open. Sorry Nick, my psychic Jedi powers are needed.
Better then 12-year-old Italian dream Nick steeling my computer like last time? Yes. Better then me going to visit dream Monkey, only to be fobbed off onto her neighbours, a tsunami hit and me having to call down my spaceship to save everyone (reserving shot gun for Monkey)? Maybe.
Are my dreams totally nuts? Yes Dx But I love them