A Third Variety Show

I just woke up from a heathen amount of sleep—courtesy of not having to be in Minneapolis at 7:30 AM—and had an elaborate dream. It began in a mall, a mall there, but that does not resemble any mall I’ve experienced in real life. In it, I ran into Denise Biechler, who was sitting at a kiosk. However, more than a kiosk, it was somehow a vortex to her home. I am pretty sure Mrs. Biechler was blond and I know that her family was completely loaded.

As I continued through the mall, I was walking with my sister Heather and my grandmother, and I could not tell whether or not I was in Italy or not. I heard people speaking about Italian food and trying to figure out whether or not to use formal or informal Italian when speaking for vendors. I continued by a tshirt store and Leonardo Da Vinci was sitting inside with a white tshirt. His face was in a gray scale.

Then I recall showering in a hotel without any privacy, as people kept on talking to me. I then went to visit Daryl H.—who was my brother—and he read to me almost the entirety of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (if you’ve ever read it, you know how lengthy it is). I recall him being a good reader, but I was unable to track him down to read me the last chapter.

I then appeared in Maranatha Hall on Northwestern’s campus; it was here that many of you began to appear. In my dream it was the same time as it is now—that is, after normal spring semester and into summer courses. Well, Northwestern was hosting a third variety show. I was seated in the back and remember it being difficult to see.

First appearing was Caroline T., wearing a red shirt and black pants. Apparently she was the emcee. And the first performer was Sadie W. and Brenda L., to perform a song that I didn’t think that they had memorized. They emerged from the audience along with Tera S., and Sadie ran backstage while Brenda and Tera sang on stage. After this performance, a bunch of guys dressed in black emerged from backstage and began a choreographed dance. Included in this was Nick S., Sam H., Westin B., and Ben W. (all from high school). It was really dim, so I couldn’t really understand what was going on.

Then I appeared talking with my roommate, Miss Lindsey, and told her how odd it was that there was a third variety show. She was also confused, but she was happy that it was occurring, nonetheless.

Then, in the midst of the dream, I woke up and called you all together in the stairwell by the practice room on 1st floor Knutson. I remember Morgan N. and all the other Neely’s being there. You all didn’t have the patience to hear the story, and dispersed. Then I ran up the stairs to post a note on Facebook about it while whistling a song by The Cranberries.

Then, I did indeed wake up and continue the action of the dream (although in reality, I’ve already finished One Hundred Years of Solitude).

Italia + Hope

Last night I dreamed that I took Hope to Italy and I showed her around. At one point we were traveling by giant ziplines that went all over Rome. Then I kept on losing things in the Uffizi.

The whole night I dreamed that I was trying to tell people a specific dream I had, but no one would give me their full attention. So, I forgot what I dreamed. From what I remember it was a doozy.

Angelina Jolie is Jealous of My Life

Last night I slept for 12 glorious hours! (I fell asleep at 9:15--hey I was tired after golfing in the cold cold rain!). It must have worked wonders because I had a crazy dream.

For part of it, I was driving my car to a bus stop so I could take a city bus. Then I kept on taking the bus to the same places. I remember this same building that I went to, but I don't know its purpose.

Then I was in Florence (yet again!), however, it looked like the section of South Bend where the Chocolate Factory is. I was walking down an abandoned street along the sidewalk. Angelina Jolie was walking ahead of me. Somehow I knew that she knew Faith (my sister), though I didn't personally know (in the conocer sense) Angelina Jolie. And as I walked behind her, my pace was a bit faster than hers. I began to move to the left to pass her, and as I neared her she sighed and said, "I just LOVE Faith."

In passing I turned to her and replied, "She's my sister." Then I walked on as if nothing had happened. I had a certain inner-contentment in knowing that I one-upped Angelina Jolie (though I must state that I didn't feel arrogant, I just sensed my satisfaction in life as it was), for someone she so admired--Faith--was my sister, and was therein a bigger part of my life than hers.

Poor Angelina Jolie. She must be super jealous.

I'm so MK

Last night I dreamed I was Mary Kate Olsen. I had a huge hotel room I was saying in with a ginormous tub that overlooked a lake. It was sunset and I was about to take a bath when I woke up.