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School Dream

The first dream took place at my old middle school, which was supposed to be my high school. Mr. Beattie, my old high school theatre teacher, was in the theatre, getting ready to do a call back for auditions. I had missed auditions, but I was sure he'd let me because I was, of course, his favorite student. The one thing about this dream that was different was that if I wanted to get somewhere, I rode on these giant, floating, colforful, open-topped boxes. I would climb on top and the box would feel like it was going to fall through and then it would buzz on. So I went into the theatre. Some stuff happened and for some reason I had to go outside. I think I wanted to check the crew list to make sure I could be props mistress if I didn't get a role. I had al the temporary props ready anyway. I buzzed out of the theatre to check the list, which was halfway across the school. I had to zip downstairs, past my old LEAP teacher (my old gifted program) was was in the room with my highschool advisor, Mr. Vernon. Mr. Vernon stopped me to ask if I'd put up a whole bunch of posters without permission. They were my posters, but I had no idea who put them up, because they were just items that I still needed to get for props. I thought maybe the cheerleaders had posted them, thinking they were cheers or something crazy like that. Mr. Vernon believed me, of course, and I started to buzz off again. The classroom next door's telephone rang and the teacher said something about some rooms not getting good reception when they got calls from cellphones, since we were in the basement and couldn't receive cell signals. My LEAP teacher's telephone rang and he had that very problem. I buzzed on, on my flying box, and stopped in front of the cast and crew list. The list was set up with those black stick on letters that schools use for awards boards and other things. A few positions had been filled, but some were missing or obstructed. There was a slot for costume mistress/master and above that, a slot for the props crew, but the slot where props mistress/master was supposed to be was filled with large letters saying something about Bob. I was confused. There was also a strip on the list with a dedication to an older student who had graduated. It listed his accomplishments in our theatre. I began to buzz back to ask Mr. Beattie about being props mistress. As I got back to the theatre, I figured if I didn't get props, he'd make me stage manager, which sounded like a bad idea, because I wouldn't have anything to do through most of the production, and assistant director was probably already taken.

X-Mouse Dream

I was this mouse anthropomorph. For some reason, I'd been taken over by someone evil and I was spraying myself with fake tanner, because for some reason, that would make me unacceptable and considered evil by my group of good guys. There was another mouse anthro with glasses who was a little more reserved than my character. My character was wild. She showed up and told me to stop. Then I grabbed her and sprayed her all over with fake tanner, making sure to do a good job. I finished myself off. She asked me if I knew what I was doing and I laughed wickedly. Somehow the evil went out of me, and I was like... oh s**t. We were in the parking lot by a gas station. Our tans were almost dry now. I grabbed my motorcycle and told my friend we had to get out of there. So she jumped on behind me. Shortly after, three thugs, probably enemies, and of course, mouse anthros, followed us on their own motorcycles. We got to this place in traffic, where we had to slow down and get onto a ramp to another road that crossed a river, over to this other place that would be safe for us. On the ramp, though, being myself (or being the character, I should say), I had to do a few stunts, flipping my cycle. My friend was terrified. The people in their cars cheered, because it was really cool. Then my friend got onto me for wasting time. So we went down the ramp, evil dudes hot on our trail, but something had happened to the road, and it was submerged under water. Our cycle went under and broke apart, exploding. The evil dudes were really stupid and followed us right in. As our cycle broke apart, we clung to pieces of it, striving to make it to the other shore. We almost made it, still holding on to part of the cycle, something like a chain on horizontal bars that looked too big to come off of something as small as a motorcycle. My friend held onto the back while I held onto the front and worked to drag us forward. The object we were hanging onto half floated, half sank. We worked together to pull ourselves out. My friend was scared, and there was a man waiting for us near the sunken bridge (yes, an man, not a mouse). He was burly with thick shoulders. Looked like he should have been an axe-man. I told my friend not to worry, because over here on this side of the river, they didn't punish people for being criminals. (No, I don't know what that means.) During our fight to get to land, the scene constanstly switched to the three evil mice people wou were following us. One was like, "Look boss, they're working together to make it to shore." The other was like, "Yeah, look, there's a recipe to pull one toward the platform and there's a recipe to get on top of that platform and..." every time, it would flash to a part of us, like our hands pulling on the chains, or grabbing onto the pole at the edge of the water, but then they sank. This last part was rather like a bad Pokemon episode with team rocket and... yeah.

This last dream gave me an idea for how to make a gaia podcast comic more exciting. I'm pumped now.