Where's that confounded bridge?

I've decided that if I can't think of what to title an entry, I'm going to make it a random song quote. This one is from Led Zeppelin's "The Crunge". It's a good song. Very good.

I had a bad dream in which I was a ghost (that wasn't the bad part) which was good because I could be intangible, invisible, and change my appearance. Unfortunately, I couldn't control any of these powers. There was this little house, in which lived two Latino people, a boy of about twenty, and his grandmother, who was like, seventy. Amazingly, even with just one year of Spanish, he and I could have a conversation. Unfortunately again, I was wearing a dress, which somehow couldn't be pulled down past my knees, so that was really awkward because I don't like short dresses. So then I left their house. There was a field next door. It was covered in some kind of flammable stuff, so if anyone had anything electrical on, or lit a match or fired a gun, the whole field would catch on fire and blow up. There was a small troop of guerilla soldiers (I think they were African) who were victims of genocide. I was in the field. I tried to warn them that they couldn't fire any guns or light any matches because they would all blow up, but I was invisible and couldn't talk to them. Then they fired a gun and blew up. I was unharmed because I was intangible (and no longer in a dress but jeans), but I was so devastated. I just wanted to tell the government to close off the field so no one else would get hurt. The cottage was unharmed through all of this. Then a bigger army came, the enemy of the dead soldiers. I lit a match because it was dark, but it didn't affect the field because it was a ghost match like me. These soldiers had torches. They lit the field on fire and blew up. I don't know why the flammable stuff on the field didn't burn up, but it was still there. At this point I just wanted to get home (which was to a house we were renting because we were on vacation even though I was a ghost and actually time traveling) and go to sleep. But my troubles weren't over. The UN came to investigate all the deaths. I ran as fast as I could to tell them to stop, but I couldn't run up the slope to get to the road where they were. They fired a shot and blew up too. By this time, I think dawn was breaking. I was really tired, because my dream began at about four in the afternoon. All the carnage I had witnessed hard to block out, and I knew that sleep was the only respite from seeing the images flash in my mind over and over. I slowly trudged back the half mile to the house, I think accompanied by my mom and some other family members, and climbed the staircases (literally because there were no floors in the house except a ground floor and a loft with the bedrooms and bathrooms three stories up and the staircases didn't connect so you had to climb over the railing to get to another one) and was almost at the top when I woke up.

That was a bad dream. But no more dwelling on it. The next day, I decided that if I could travel back in time and do three things, I would firstly have an interview with Albert Einstein, secondly meet Jonathon Larson and tell him what a big impact he has made on so many people, and thirdly go to Illinois the night Anthony Rapp's mom died and comfort Anthony. So as I was about to go to sleep, I was deciding exactly how I would comfort Anthony. I won't go into all the mushy details because I don't think anyone would appreciate that, and as much as Cameron thinks people love it when stranger give them shoulder massages, Anthony would most likely want to kill me for interrupting his period of grief than instantly falling in love with me and my exceptional yet untrained voice. Well, it's nice to dream.

Speaking of dreams, I had a dream about Anthony Rapp that very same night! I was in a botanical garden I had been to before in a dream, but we started at the end of the trail and were walking back. My mom and dad and I. There was another family with a bunch of little annoying kids too. There was a river, and a little cement pathway beside the river. The path had stairs like it was a bridge. I walked on the stepping stones in the river. It was only a few inches deep. Then we got to the car and were driving home. The dream mercifully skipped all the walking. We were driving through a forest over a hill. At the top of the hill was the Civic Center, except it wasn't. It was a theatre. The Rent 10 year Anniversary was in there. It was intermission. Anthony Rapp was outside, taking a break. I yelled at my dad to stop the car so I could meet Anthony Rapp, but he didn't because there was no parking. I told him to pull over at the side of the road, but he said we were too late and we had already passed it. I said I would run back, but he didn't stop. I was so frustrated. I wanted to scream and jump out of the car and talk to Anthony Rapp. The car passed him, and I was like three meters away from him. Close enough to see the expression on his face. His head was tilted slightly, and he was confused as his gaze followed the car. It was as if he was asking himself, "Did they really dislike the show so much that they're leaving at intermission?" And I wanted to cry "No! I love you! I love the show! We didn't see it! I didn't know!" But it was too late and we went down the hill and he was quickly out of sight.

I also had a dream last night. I'll try to make it quick. I was at Hogwarts. KK and Tasha and some other people were there too. Except in order to get to the library, you had to cross a beach on these enchanted boats. The way to cross was to step in a clear plastic bag, get on a tall white washed wooden platform, and if you weren't quick enough getting in the bag, it would start without you. Then the platform was like a boat, and the bag was so you didn't get wet because the waves got you wet, and the tide changed every twenty minutes. So we were in the library, but Malfoy and his gang were stalking us. They had an invisibility cloak. We were in a private room to do our research, and I was the lookout. KK showed me three spells to prtect us from Malfoy: expelliarnus, burmeas, and sectumsempra. It wasn't actaully sectumsempra, but it was a silent charm and one to inflict pain, but not as much as sectumsempra. Then I saw the library door open and no one come in, so I knew Malfoy had come in under and invisibility cloak. I said sectumsempra in my head, but I forgot to wave my wand until it was too late and the spell didn't work. Then I yelled burmeas, and their invisibility cloak flew off. Then they knew they couldn't surprise us, so they gave up. Then time passed and it was time to go, but the tide was high, and I had to go in the boat alnoe, which is worse than with someone and I had never been in a boat by myself, and I got wet because I couldn't get my feet in a bag to keep them dry. Then I woke up.

I want to start recording what song I have stuck in my head when I wake up. It would be interesting, but I don't know if I would remember to. Oh well. ttyl!