Neo Neo

I was in this large congregation hall, like a really big gym or something; the kind they have for election speeches or something. Anyway, there were people speaking in the front, a couple tables, and maybe a podium too. There were at least a few hundreds in the audience, and I was there with a DC friend (he and I seemed to be good friends) and then I had my cello with me (in its case) and my cello teacher was also there. Everyone seemed to be in good moods. My friend and I moved up from where we were sitting to the front, and were able to find better seats. He sat in a seat in the row in front of me, on the end, and I sat directly behind him on the end. The seat next to me had some sort of instrument leaning against me, belonging to this women who might've been asleep. For some reason my cello was then up where the spokespersons were, along with another cello (except its case was black). Then, we started to hear instructions from them, but I don't remember what they are. Maybe they were telling us about how this convention thing was going to run. I then was in the front row, and something was wrong with my chair, so I kept trying to readjust my chair and it was really loud. The whole place could hear the squeaking of this chair. But no one glanced at me or anything, and the speaker kept on talking.

I had this conversation with a friend of mine about acquiring something, and they said either black people, hippie people, or grad students would have it. I was on the phone with them, and I had also just taken some medicine and beginning to feel drunk. Apparently I had other kinds of medicine but not the kind I needed. I vividly remember this conversation like crazy, it makes me happy. He sounded exactly like he does in real life.

I was at my parents house, and I wanted to go somewhere, maybe like pumpkin works or something like it, and I was at first in my pajama pants. I went to my room, and then somehow I was dressed in normal clothes and ready to go. I then saw my mom again and she looked really tired, but still seemed like she might want to go. I guess all of us were going to go to this place. I was holding my bible, and it had attachments for the plastic/rubber stubs you have on luggage that protects it when you put it down. There was a stub on the bottom right and top right of the front of the bible, and multiple ones on the back. I kept deciding whether or not to have a transparent one on the top right corner on the front, or whether it should be a black one on the bottom right corner or top. I decided upon a transparent one on the top right corner.

Geez, there was a bunch more but I'm blanking on it now, hopefully I'll remember more later.