Current mood:

cranky

Dreams. Ugh
A friend of mine woke me up at about 9:30 this morning to see if I'm going to his grad party. I am, of course. I went right back to sleep, but I am beyond grateful he woke me up. Weird-ass transition dreams are not fun. I dreamt that I went back to the band (not even in our band area; some strange place) and for some reason was moving my former (school) instrument all over the place, to send it to the away game they were going to (what? the only away game we go to is if the Thanksgiving game is at our rival's school). And then me and my friend Jon stayed on the bus -which, I might add, was a crappy white old schoolbus instead of the nice Coach buses- and then had to jump off when we realized we weren't supposed to go. Because, you know, we graduated already. But we wouldn't give up the marching band. And then we started discussing what we were going to do next, at which point the phone rang.

For the record, I hate dreams that mix people, or places up. Apparently my subconscious is trying to compensate for the fact that I'm not going back to a marching band next year, since my college doesn't have one --that is, unless I try out for a drum corp, which I just thought of... But which would still have to wait for next year, because tryouts for those are usually early spring.

Um. Yeah. Going to try to forget about that dream now. Might not seem like a big deal, but I didn't like it at all, Todo.