No I definitely won't ever post a title like this again. I'm not a troll, or anything. I really love Tool, but I've never check out Puscifer, or A Perfect Circle. I know Maynard's in both of them. I'm aware it's frowned upon.
Last night I went to bed, told myself I would have a dream, wake up, and remember it completely, and I did. First one since I was like, 3. (Maybe induced by reading about dreaming and dreams so much, plus being totally confident that I would have one.) It started out with me being in my school band and complaining about it being too boring. Our teacher told me about a special "advanced" band, so I went there. It was a smaller class, and some of my friends were there. The teacher was my current French IV teacher. I needed music, and it took him a hell of a long time to call on me so I could ask for it, which usually happens in normal band. Then he gave me the wrong music (stuff for percussion, it was all tabbed like a weird guitar though) and I had to get called on again. We practiced, and it was hard (I can't really remember what it was, I don't think I even knew). We somehow ended up in New Orleans where we were playing, and the only things I remember there are flowers, houses, and walking on this ledge and having this guy get pissed cause it was on his property. The next day got interesting. I came to band, and had forgotten my instrument. The bandroom changed to a shack, and he made me hold a hot iron straight out, hold one to my chest, and he turned the heat really high in the shack. I thought about tripping him and leaving, but somehow I survived and it was a blur, I ended up running away. First we were near a school, then we were in my yard. Liam Beecher, this annoying percussionist, was there with a sling throwing these large crystal globes at me.My neighbors had a HUGE house and treehouse, and the porch under my house was really old, one we changed a while ago. I convinced Liam to stop with the sling and hide with me, and the next day we went into my house. My parents were fine with it once I told them what happened, and the dream ended.
I had a dream before that too, after which I dreamed that I woke up and wrote about it in my journal, but I actually didn't so now I can't remember what it was. XDXDXDXDXD
EDIT: By the way, the fact that this website apparently has a semi-large, friendly, non-flaming population is really important to me. This is something I want to do, but a lot of the times bad online encounters with other people can ruin something like this. You guys all seem friendly though. I hate people who flame, and I know there are forums where people realize "Hey...just because I have anonymity and because I can pretend to be knowledgeable does not mean I'm any better, or that my opinions are any better than those of, the people on the other side of the internet!"
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