Weeding through old files tonight, and found this — a dream recap from 2003. It’s trippy. Enjoy!

“June 27, 2003:

“I guess I don’t really remember much about this dream I had last night, but I remember enough to remember I had it, and that I thought it was cool enough to remember to remember. But I guess I forgot, just the same. I’ll try to describe as much of it as I can, though… It was kinda funny, if I remember correctly, and only a small bit bad, though I’m sure it would’ve gotten worse had I stayed asleep longer.

“So I don’t remember how or why, but for some reason, I was in an auditorium quite like Sheehan’s with many, many teenagers… Personally, I think I was probably with Kerri or Sara or both, but I was weeding my way through everybody to find my cousin Katie. At one point, I found her with a group of her dream-friends (meaning, friends that my subconscious assigned to her), and we started talking, blah blah blah. I really don’t remember what we talked about. I remember that she had one cute little blond-boy friend who was gay, and he was sweet, and I liked him. Maybe he twirled. I really don’t know.

“Anyway (and I’m not sure of the syntax of all of this, by the way), at another point, my friends and I were sitting in a row of seats in the front of the right-hand section, and suddenly, the Hanson boys began to file into the seats behind us. (Hanson?!) At least Taylor and Zac. Once again, Isaac gets the dream-shaft. He may have been there. I don’t recall. So we start talking, and for the rest of this dream, we’re all buddy-buddy, and I’m totally getting along with Taylor. Like… Comfortably! None of that “giggle-giggle” shit, we’re talking like old friends. He gives me his phone number at some point in the dream, and it’s this 1-800 number. I’m thinking it’s a brush-off, and I tell him so, extremely irritated, since it isn’t like we’ve been talking like a star to his fan. I either said or was just dream-thinking that he shouldn’t be so picky/arrogant, since he was just a big nerd, and he should just appreciate anyone who honestly enjoyed his company. (Bwaha.) Anyhow, he assures me that I can reach him at that number and not to worry, and as it turns out much later, I sure can. So I was glad, and my “peevedness” was allowed to dissipate. Relief, that.

“So rah, rah, the dream progresses, and suddenly - There’s a tornado! (Wtf. But an interesting part of that is - I had forgotten until this morning that June 26th marked my first Hanson concert, in Boston back in ‘98. During that concert, there was a tornado warning issued for the county we were in. I was reminded of it all when I woke up and read Jeana’s journal entry from yesterday. So… Whoa.) We’re all chilling outside, in this city between these big buildings, standing in a circle. So Sasha’s in this dream now, and I don’t know why, but she’s just babbling, which she doesn’t do in real life at all. So it was funny, and it made me realize that I miss her muchly. teehee.

“Now, I don’t know if there was some reason we were standing in this circle… Maybe we were going to pull some “Secret Circle” business and try and stop this tornado, but whatever the reason, we completely forgot about it. We were all just chatting it up, me and Kerri and Sara, Katie, her friends and Sasha and the Hansons and - evidently - some school administrators, watching this huge, black funnel of wind come barreling toward us, picking up buses and office buildings as it came. Easy to forget. You know.

“Then came the aliens. (Aliens. For krist’s sake, aliens.) Only, I’m not sure the Little Green Men ever *really* paid us a visit… It was sort of “Independence Day”, with these piercing-yet-pastel-colored rays that shot out everywhere. And for some reason, Sasha was looking to “Collect All Four!” colors-wise, and she wanted desperately to get sprayed with the gunk the colored rays were… emitting. So the rest of us are like, “Dude, Sasha, you’re so lucky! We want to get sprayed with that nasty gunk, too!” (Insert an eye-roll here, by the way.) We’re all running around like morons, contemplating the coolness-factor of getting in the way of this stuff, trying to decide what colors we want, and all the meanwhile, the damn tornado is just flip-flopping and zig-zagging around the city. Maybe it thought we were cool for our involvement with the gunk, too, and just left us alone for a while, so when it finally ate us, it could eat the colors at the same time. Who knows.

“I don’t know what else happened. I remember a classroom, some bathroom stalls, and a few X2-like sequences. Zac was the cool Hanson brother, and he probably got along very well with Katie, and Taylor was the dork that I gravitated toward. And oh-ho! He wasn’t married or the father of two children in this bad-boy of a Blockbuster Dream, either. Dreampoints, Taylor. Dreampoints for that one.

“If I remember anything more, like while I’m in the shower or something, I’ll have to add it on, but for now, I’ll leave it at that. I woke up laughing mostly because I had gotten Taylor Hanson’s phone number, and it was something like, “1-800-PISSOFF”, but it was, indeed, his phone number. That, and I miss Sasha and Kat both, and good lord, do I have strange dreams.

“Hey. At least it wasn’t a nightmare tonight. :D”