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Well, David just taught me how to tape and float my walls, so I'm dropping little clods of joint compound into the keyboard, but I really wated to record this dream I had before my mom woke me up and made me socialize.
It was all the CCP kids in an interminable line for ice cream, and it was required that we be in this line... it went through all of this labyrinthine house that reminds me of Corpus and Sidney combined. There were warehouse refiregerators every so often, and I wasn't in line next to anybody I knew. Once we got to the end, and could get out of the building (I don't remember much about the ice cream, it may not have been at the end of my line), there was this courtyard with lots of steps down into it. Wright came up the steps and asked me something that was either really stupid or that I didn't know how to answer, and then walked past me back to the line, with an ice cream in his hand. Then Jorge came by, going the wrong direction also, and asked me something else. I don't remember what I answered, but I remember being really nervous about sounding stupid, and I started swimming up through the air (it wasn't really flying, more like the air was solid enough to swim in). I didn't look back to them, but I had the feeling lots of people were watching me, and all I could remember was stomach-clenching nerves about looking stupid, even though this was something I was allowed to be doing. Jorge walked across the courtyard a couple times, doing the nod dance, and then he swam too, and all my nerves were dispelled in a fit of relieved humor. It was a really interesting dream to have, if not to read.
It was all the CCP kids in an interminable line for ice cream, and it was required that we be in this line... it went through all of this labyrinthine house that reminds me of Corpus and Sidney combined. There were warehouse refiregerators every so often, and I wasn't in line next to anybody I knew. Once we got to the end, and could get out of the building (I don't remember much about the ice cream, it may not have been at the end of my line), there was this courtyard with lots of steps down into it. Wright came up the steps and asked me something that was either really stupid or that I didn't know how to answer, and then walked past me back to the line, with an ice cream in his hand. Then Jorge came by, going the wrong direction also, and asked me something else. I don't remember what I answered, but I remember being really nervous about sounding stupid, and I started swimming up through the air (it wasn't really flying, more like the air was solid enough to swim in). I didn't look back to them, but I had the feeling lots of people were watching me, and all I could remember was stomach-clenching nerves about looking stupid, even though this was something I was allowed to be doing. Jorge walked across the courtyard a couple times, doing the nod dance, and then he swam too, and all my nerves were dispelled in a fit of relieved humor. It was a really interesting dream to have, if not to read.
