lastnite: a dream journal

The Backstreet Boys at the science museum, etc.

I got sleep! Unfortunately, I dreamt about two of the Backstreet Boys. So are the cruelities of life.

Something about "Jenna, the best defensive player ever" was printed in the paper

Jay, his girlfriend, Traci from high school, Nick Carter and that Brian guy from the Backstreet Boys, Matt, and I were on a trip together in Texas. We went to some science museum. Traci and I wouldn't go down the tight and scary curvy slide (it was as curvy as those "silly straws," but you couldn't see where you would end up), so we climbed down the stairs and went into the planetarium. They weren't doing a star show, but the walls were like those awful 60s videos--full of moving lava-like patterns. There Traci and I just talked about all sorts of things (in reality, I haven't seen her in six years, and this is first dream about her since then, at least): how stupid Brian is, how unfair that we have to babysit the Backstreet Boys, how awful and scary that slide was, etc. We then left and met up with the gang again. Nick was going quite insane, like he was on speed, and saying that I should sleep with him because then I could say I slept with a Backstreet Boy. I told him that really wasn't a goal of mine. He then ran off, saying there were plenty of girls who would say yes. Traci and I looked at each other and shrugged.

I ran to McDonald's to get food for Traci and myself, but couldn't find her house. I looked in the phone book, but it was missing almost all the names it should have in there. I was around the Central and Maize area.

I was then at the Center, and helping clean out a room. A teacher stopped by and asked for some handouts, but noticed the yellow tissue paper in the bathtub: "When I call about a class project, that's the paper I want." I told her it wasn't a problem. I went into the computer lab where Traci and Priya were cleaning and rearranging things for Traci's government class. I helped out by changing the fonts to 6 point Courier (there were no other font options). I then remembered I had Traci's lunch in my car and offered to go get it for her, saying that it hadn't been "that long" since I got. She said not to worry about it. Matt came in and said he needed help with the room with the yellow tissue paper and bathtub. I followed, and asked where Linden was. Matt said he just didn't know about him anymore. When we got the room, there was only one lamp on the corner. We piled everything into the bathtub and moved it into the hallway.

I was bedridden. My slate blue velvet drapes kept slowly falling off their hooks and rod. I called the Shapiro house for Dan. Caryn answered the phone, and I told her I was returning Dan's phone call. Dan answered, and gave the phone over to his friend Zack (who reminds me an awful lot of Jack) after a few pleasantries. Zack said he was going to do some drawings for Seen, and I said okay. I didn't see how had anything to do with me, but I was patient. I couldn't go anywhere. I just kept looking out the window while Zack was talking, and I noticed the house next door was four stories tall. They had all the lights on and the curtains wide open, so I could see inside. They had awful starving artist oil paintings on every wall. I got off the phone with Zach, congratulating him for getting into Seen. My drapery fell completely off, and my black sheer drapes, completely at the sides of the window, blew in the light breeze. The guy next door looked like a mixture of Anthony Hopkins and Martin Van Buren. He appeared in the window of the third floor, and angrily pulled his draperies shut. He then peered out a small opening, saw I was still watching, and then stormed off, shutting off all the lights in the house. I couldn't stop watching, but I also couldn't move.

Mom, Dad, and I were on vacation, and we were driving to Eureka (not Eureka, Kansas, but somewhere else--straight east). We kept talking about what we would do after we got to the lake, where we'd go from there, and all that sort of stuff. I kept saying that it was okay if we didn't drive all that way in one day. We stopped for the night, and Dad's beeper went off. He was needed back at work immediately, so we had to turn around.

Something about a tamborine made out of chicken bones.