Last night I had the most vivid nightmare in which I was kidnapped while walking down the street during the day, almost raped but eventually escaped, was shot, and then in the basement of my school with my other mother, Kristi, where select children were dying one after another, after which we took their photos and dragged them away. Sitting here now writing this blog I can remember almost every second of the dream. I remember specifically the feeling in my legs as I ran from the rapist's house right before I got shot, and I remember talking about that feeling in the dream later on with Kristi. Carley told me the moral of the story was to not eat butter snaps before bed ever again, and I concurred.
I then had one of the single best days of my summer. It awoke to a text message from Carley informing me that she was "on her way" to which I incoherent morning brain responded, "to my house?" We indulged in bagels downtown, and we gossiped, and talked about my dream. And talked, and talked. I afterward had a meeting with the drama teacher at my school that I'm going to co-teach and direct with, and it went so well I couldn't believe it... but I did. And we talked, and talked. Carley picked me up again later and we went to Dani and Miranda's, ate pizza and played Harry Potter Scene It like fiends, and just marinated in that which is Harry Potter itself. I saw the final camp showcase that I still have mixed feelings about, went to ARMOR rehearsal, and then back to LTW for THE EATING DISORDER TALENT SHOW [which I'm currently stage managing.] I was out till about four in the morning, first sucking down Shirley Temples at the Red Garter, and then stuffing my face with pancakes and bacon at The Grill. And I didn't talk and talk at either place, I just listened and listened, but I was so genuinely happy that I didn't have time to think anything of it. I am still genuinely happy too, and although the past few day's have been similar in that I've been reconnecting with people and choreographing my brains out [generally just...busy, I guess], something about today though just felt so authentic. I realize that the above is basically just a list of what my day consisted of that is most likely so disgustingly irrelevant to other people that they've probably already stopped reading. I suppose I just had to write it out so that I'll be able to look back on today as a sign of what could be to come, and a mood I won't ever forget. That could be wrong too. I could be totally ignorant as to why I'm having to write this out... but I'm doing so, and that's what is important.
Who would have thought getting kidnapped, almost raped, shot, and surrounded by dying children could have led to such a splendorous day?
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