My dream and the rest of my day

I'll start at the beginning of my day. Well, I'll start with the night before today. I had another dream. It's really long, and I don't remember parts of it, but I'll recount it for you. So I was in band class, and Ms. Zigas assigned us a week-long assignment. We went to the library to pick out a book that was an adventure story. I checked out "Schaharazade" (or however you spell it) by Anne McCaffrey. This is kind of weird, because Schaharazade is a folk story and Anne McCaffrey writes science fiction. And it's really weird, because the story was actually "Crystal Singer", the book I finished yesterday by Anne McCaffrey. I reccomend all books by Anne McCaffrey to you, just make sure you're not starting in the middle of a series. The assignment was to read the book and write a short play about it. So I was reading it, and it was like 300 pages, and it took me most of the week to finish it, and I really liked the book and read it all the time. So it was almost the weekend, and the assignment was due the next Monday. I was watching TV in my dream and was watching Jimmy Neutron. In the episode, Jimmy, Sheen, and Carl were stuck on this bridge and Sheen fell off, but climbed back on. Carl fell off, too, but he landed on this island that had a theme park on it. I remember the theme park from another few dreams because once I worked there, and twice we went on this big ride and it broke when we were on it. Keep in mind that my locations of dreams are used again and again. It was weird, but I remember Carl falling made me sick, because it was like he bungee jumped off, so the swinging made my stomach churn. The next day,I had to go to San Francisco. And I had to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. So the Jimmy Neutron thing happened to me, and I was in Carl's position, except I didn't make it to the island because I wasn't swinging hard enough. (Wow, I'm dislexic, I just said "Third Summerhood of the Sisterpants" instead "Third Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants") Anyway, I finally got across the bridge, and I started reading my book. My mom was there, and she was getting ready to go to work. But then Ms. Zigas came, and my mom got mad at her for not giving me enough time to do the assignment because it was almost due and I wasn't even finished with the book. Ms. Zigas said it wasn't her fault that I picked a super long book, but I said that she never gave me a minimum or maximum of page numbers. I didn't really care, because I new that I would have time over the weekend to do it. So Ms. Zigas leaves, and so does my mom, and I walk across the street to the library. It's a college library, and there's this little sixth grader, and she asks me for help finding the fiction section. We're walking down the aisles, and from a room, we hear a guy singing a part of Phantom of the Opera, the part when Christine is just singing and Erik's all, "Sing, my angel of music" and stuff. And then the girl I was helping put her hands over her ears, and said, "I hate it when people vibrate their vocal chords." Or something really weird. And I was like, "You don't like singing?" and then we were both singing that part the guy sang and I was like, 'You saw Phantom of the Opera?" and she nodded, and I was happy, because I love POTO too. And I couldn't find the fiction section for her, so I went on the computer to look up POTO, and I guess she just went off somewhere. But when I got to the library site, I couldn't find the link to go to the search page where you can search for books and things. Then Heidi came and sat down at the computer next to me. She couldn't find it either. Then I found it, but the link wasn't even on Heidi's computer, so I was trying to copy the URL into her browser, but we kept messing up because I'd say "H-T-M-L-S" and she'd be like, "hitmuls" and she'd spell it wrong because she spelled her made-up word wrong instead of hearing me spell it for her. So then she left too, and this guy started chatting with me online. And he'd ask me a question, and I'd say like, "I don't want to answer that, it's personal and I don't know you," but then he'd either ask another question in which I'd answer the first one too, or say like, "Yeah, you do." or "I already know" and then I'd be like, "Oh you know that my name is Emily?" and then he'd be like, "Oh, it is?" and he said he was a student at the college because he was in the library too, and I think his name was Ben, but it wasn't his real name, I just thought it was, because he was like, "My name is Ben? Ok, let's go with that." So I was like, #$@! this guy knows a lot about me and he's here and I'm all alone. So I leave the library, and he's following me, and he catches up and we start talking about art because that's his major I guess. And then he's like, "Hey I'll take you to my dorm room and I can show you some of the work I've done" and I'm freaking out, this guy is trying to kidnap me, nevermind I've taken countless self-defense classes, this is a dream, so I run across the street, and I hear this clock tower chime. The sun is setting, and the clock tower strikes ten pm. I'm all, "#$@! it's curfew, if I'm found alone on the streets at night I'm going to get arrested." And then I recognize the street as the street Nina works at from a previous dream in which I stay with her for a few days. So I'm running, and I pass by this corner shop that's really expensive from two other dreams where one I'm in the city, and two, my dad and I go back to his old office in some Japanese building and part of the dream took place in that shop. It's a great dream, but let's focus on this one. So I see the shop and contemplate whether or not I should run in and hide behind one of the displays because that Ben guy is chasing me, but I don't go in because I see Nina running home. I catch up to Nina and ask her if I can stay with her the night. She nods and we start sprinting, but then we miss the doorway to her house. It's weird, but I purposefully missed it because it was dark and I was afraid I might trip, or Ben would see where I went. But Nina realizes we passed it and we back track. We only passed it by a meter or two. It's really easy to miss because the two buildings on either side have doors and windows, but the entrance to her house is just a black hallway with a black door. So we step up the step and Nina grabs a basket of laundry before going inside, we take our shoes off and Nina sets the basket down. Nina lives in an Italian restaurant. You go in and there's a foyer, and on the right there's the bar and restaurant. On the left, there's the kitchen, and if you go past that, there's a small dining room and if you turn right, there's a family room and bathroom, which are also acessible from the foyer if you go straight. The left part of the building is the house part, where Nina gets free room and board for being a waitress in the restaurant, and two elderly Italian ladies who own the restaurant. It's not the main entrance to the restaurant. So the old ladies come up to me, and since they're babushkas (or however you spell it), they're all huggy kissy, which is just fine with me right then, because I desparately need a hug after the truamatic events that have occured. I start crying, and the babushka I'm hugging picks me up and I guess I passed out in my dream because I vaguely remember my sister picking me up and us driving home. Now the dream skips, and it's late morning, the next day. I'm playing with my new kitten in my room. He doesn't have a name yet, but he's all black with white paws and some white on his nose. I'm very nervous because I want him to like me, because the last relationship I had with a cat turned awful, and that was Houdini in my dream. So I'm not picking him up too much so he won't get annoyed. I put him on a leash and I let him explore the rest of the house, because he hasn't seen it yet and no one else is home. He really likes my sister's bed, so he goes to sleep. I'm talking on the phone and I keep waking him up and picking him up and showing him something new he hasn't sniffed yet. And then I think someone comes too, but I can't remember. Then my alarm clock goes off. I see this pile of plastic sqaures, all different colors. There are four or five of them. This is the first time my alarm clock goes off, the first square is activated. It starts blinking. I press the snooze button. Each time my alarm clock goes off, another square is activated. When they all start blinking, I have to get up. In between each one, I dream more about my new kitty, who's getting agitated because I'm bothering him and he wants to be left alone. When all the squares are activated, I press the snooze button one more time. I think I might have turned the whole thing off, but whatever. I get up at 7:16. I get ready for school, which is particularly hard because my grandma is staying for a week and she sleeps in my room, so I have no acess to my stuff. I either move it out the night before, or my parents already moved it out to make room for her, so it's not so bad. First period I just told my dream and listened to other people's dreams, second period we finished a movie, then promotion practice. It was so hot!!! And I sit next to Vinny. Argh. In core we finished Arabian Nights. ttyl!