Song, Theater Security, and Furry

MORNING OF FEBRUARY 27, 2010

I vaguely recall some sort of movie about creepy children. My friends and I were either watching it or talking about it or something. My first clear memory is that there was a music video that tied into the movie. The song was by They Might Be Giants, and I could clearly hear Linnell singing the very nonsensical lyrics. As he sang each line of the song, a picture book would flip a page, featuring an illustration that depicted that part of the song.

The first line I remember was about "When General Tso's Chicken came to town" and it showed art from a Mother Goose & Grimm comic strip I saw earlier this week that actually featured a joke about that. The rest of the lyrics were about the creepy movie children and whatever they did. I woke up during the song.

I went back to sleep and dreamed that Eric and Richard and I had gone to a theater. It looked like one of the old fashioned ones from the early 1900s. Richard had on a T-shirt that I really liked. It was ash gray and had faded, uncolored line-art of Aldo Rain, Brad Pitt's character from Inglourious Basterds. A caption underneath the art said, "This is my Nazi Killin' Shirt".

A bunch of shady, security-type men were everywhere in this theater, and they kept scanning us everywhere we went. One of them scanned me and told me, "I hope you didn't have anything on you with personal information in it,because this scanner copies all electronic information so we can read it later." I angrily told him that, yes, I had my phone in my pocket that he'd just scanned. He smiled evilly and I couldn't see his eyes through his sunglasses.

Outside the theater looked like my apartment complex. I realized that I didn't have my keys in my pocket, so how could I get back inside my apartment? I must have dropped them in the theater, or one of those shady security guys took them. We went back into the the theater, which was now Eric's apartment. Our friend and his roommate Melissa helped us look for the keys, until I realized suddenly that they were in my pocket after all.

I remember one other bit of dream. I was at Lisa's house looking out some of her large windows. I saw a cat come up, and I at first assumed it was one f her cats, wondering how it had gotten outside. When it got closer to the window, I could see it was a different cat. It was pretty, with white fur and reddish-brown and black patters across it. The cat began to bathe itself casually.

Suddenly, the cat began to reach its forearms about in unusual ways that looked like a human stretching. This was odd, and a little unsettling. The cat's stretching began to look more and more like full yoga poses until I realized the cat now looked fully anthropomorphic, like a female "furry". It was really creepy to see this creature in person!

No sooner had a realized what it was than it looked up, made eye contact with me, and suddenly lunged itself forward against the glass, snarling at me. Naturally, this quite woke me up.

First Day of School

MORNING OF JANUARY 16, 2010

I was going back to high school again, though I remained my current age. I remember driving to the school for my first day of class early one morning. In the car I was listening to the Dixie Chicks "Wide Open Spaces" album, specifically "Am I the Only One (Who's Ever Felt This Way)". Though I haven't played that album in years, the song in question did rotate through in iPod shuffle the other day, so I guess that explains this part. (And a note for those who are curious, no I don't primarily listen to country music, though the iPod does have an eclectic bit of most everything residing inside.)

Once I arrived at school I had to report to homeroom. I assumed it would be the same homeroom I'd had senior year, so I went looking for it. The interior of the school had changed a lot, though it remained largely recognizable. On my way to class I saw a big sign posted on the wall that specified which homeroom you had, and it confirmed I'd been correct in my guess.

Arriving at my homeroom classroom, I was greeted by the teacher, who was the same one I really had my senior year. I was surprised that she was still there. Instead of desks, the room was laid out with long tables, with students sitting in chairs along the length of one side of the table.

Being one of the first to arrive in the classroom, I picked one of the many empty seats and waited. As the room began to fill up I realized that I had not brought a single book, notebook, or other supply with me to school! My decision to do so had been deliberate, as I assumed there would be nothing to do on the first day--but now I began to realize how silly that notion had been.

To compound the silliness of things, the one item I had bothered to bring to school was a plastic Simpsons diorama! It was built on a flat, gray base, about 2' x 3'. On this base a variety of small figurines of Simpsons characters were placed. Now that I'd realized I had it with me, I couldn't remember for the life of my why!

Now homeroom was about to begin and I was debating whether or not to ask the girl beside me if I could borrow some paper and a pencil to at least take any important notes.