Archive for High School

Got My Naked On

I dreamed I was back in high school and all the cool kids convinced me we were having a “Go To School Naked Day,” so I went to school naked. Then Nathan Fillion was my homeroom teacher and he had to explain to me that it was inappropriate to be naked at school. Also, the popular kids didn’t get naked, damn them.

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Can You Feel The Weirdness Tonight?

I dreamed I was back in high school, except it looked more like college, except with a lot more fountains and flowers and buildings I didn’t recognize and couldn’t find my way around. I was hanging out with my friends, dancing and singing with them on the roof, when there was a prison break on campus and all the gang thugs escaped. First we fought, then we danced and sang together, then we all decided to go have lunch at the cafeteria in the library. I needed to get to my psychology class because we had a test on the first day of classes, but I forgot where my class was, and before I got there, the zoo asked for my help to summon the Lion King’s girlfriend. So I learned how to spin the magic wheel in the basement to call Nala, and then the entire Lion King cast was there, and Simba and Nala were chasing each other and chasing me, but they were friendly and eventually they left for their parade. Then I realized I had no idea where my bag and books and schedule were, and we suspected the janitor had thrown them away because they didn’t really fit in my bag, and I’d emptied it at lunch anyway. But then the ninja-spouse pointed out we could just go to the main office, get me a pass for my test and a new copy of my schedule, and everything would be fine.

Prom Hair

I dreamed that the ninja-spouse took me to make an appointment to get my hair cut, but since it was prom season, we ended up with an appointment for Fourth of July, and we had dinner and a show instead.  We went to this local restaurant that serves amazing food for the podunk town we live in, but instead of just getting the fantastic grouper dish, we had to move out of the way as the owners and crew sand and danced all over the restaurant.

Then I was back in high school.  Again.  And I was helping my big daddy investigate the bad smoothie water, since somebody was poisoning it.  Also, some hick locals were burying stolen treasure in their basement but we had to solve the water problem before Big Daddy wanted to hear about it.

Then I couldn’t get a hair appointment again, so I went back to the hoe-down at the high school, where everyone snubbed me but I couldn’t figure out why.  The prom queen started a fight with me while a yearbook photographer was watching, so I started throwing fake punches and then posing as if I were being attacked when the photographer took the picture.

Then my RWA chaptermates flagged me down from their little corner in the cafeteria tent, and it seemed prudent to go hang out with people who actually liked me.

Gunslinging Ninjas and Touchdown Jesus

I dreamed on was on the NCIS crew (with Gibbs, not with Chris O’Donnell), and we had to ride a falling elevator to the bottom of a building where we were fixing up an old school bus.  My team was half NCIS, half old high school classmates.  Then the bad guys came in, and they were all old high school classmates too.  When they tried to shoot at my team, I was the only one who could fire back, but all I had was a revolver, so while my aim was deadly (except for the bullets that evaporated on contact), it took me a while to reload.  Finally we took care of the bad guys, and I had to go live with my parents as part of the witness protection program.  We took the bus past the burnt-out statue of Touchdown Jesus on the way there, and most of my family was on the bus.  (Don’t worry – it was a roomy bus.)

Disney World Mall, High School Edition

The night before we arrived at Disney World, I dreamed I was a spy at the Disney World Mall High School.  My friend Jenny played the part of Veronica Mars and was my sidekick.  We snuck into a secure Federal Disney World Mall High School Building by pretending to be CIA/FBI agents, so we could watch the real agents investigate a spy who turned out to be the ninja-spouse’s brother-in-law’s mother (does that make her the ninja-spouse’s mother-in-law-in-law once removed?  Let’s just call her the NSBILM.).  So, the agents showed the ninja-spouse’s BIL a jell-o mock-up of his mother’s brain, so he could touch it and feel closer to her, except he kissed it instead, and then he saw his mom hiding in the shadows and he exposed her.  Then we all used purple elephant play-doh to wash our hands.*

*TOTAL WEIRDNESS!!  The next day, in real life, we arrived at Disney World, checked into our hotel/resort area, and were wandering around when we saw this:

And finally, my dreams scared me.