So, I haven’t had any dreams (well, haven’t remembered any) for a while so why I had two in one night is beyond me. xD
In the first one, I was in this huge outdoor classroom that reminded me of the place where they have the Renaissance Festival. The people from that weekend class I had to take were there. For some reason, the girl I roomed with and I could both drive and had our cars. I told her to drive up to the front of the classroom and come up with a distraction so I could get away from the class because it was boring (it was for something less important in my dream), she gave the teacher some excuse and drove away. I was going to wait a little bit to drive away so it wouldn’t look bad. I was about to, and forgot something, and the teacher found out, but still let me leave. But I still had to complete the assignment. So later in the hotel room, my roommate was watching tv while I was doing the assignment… which was a big darkish painting of an angel that I had to stamp glue on and glue feathers to.
And, for my second dream, technically the debut of my new obsession, the Beatles. A couple days ago I had a dream with Paul McCartney (my favorite Beatle) in it, but I didn’t remember anything about it, only that he was in it.
Well, I was looking at my fingers today which are rough and such from dishwashing (my job)…
So in this dream, I was with George Harrison. Which. I won’t lie. He has a sexy voice (which is why I can never skip Think For Yourself, I Need You, It’s Only Love, or You Like Me Too Much in my windows media player library when they come on) and.. he was the quiet outspoken shy one. We’d have gotten along well. Like… Had I been around then I probably would have super wanted Paul but not noticed how George liked me in the background or something, and only when it was clear Paul is the one who likes sexy girls I’d have noticed George… I don’t know.
Darn all you first generation Beatlemaniacs! All us young ‘uns are jealous of you!
Anyway. Plus, George had his sexy/cute moments. So in this dream he was like… feeling my hands. It was kind of awesome and gave me that warm fuzzy cuddly feeling. All cute like he asked me why my fingers were rough at the ends and I told him I washed dishes for a living… he didn’t seem to care, but that’s pretty much all I remember. He was such a sweetie in this dream.
Come on, dream Paul, you’re going to have to work to steal me back from dream George if I keep having dreams like that xD