We are Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On*

While dozing this morning, I had a truly fantastic dream, so despite the cold, I was in a great mood. While approaching the dining hall for lunch, I remembered half of the dream that I had forgotten, so I got a second round of great mood.

I also got to see some directing scenes (very cool), play ping pong, and eat tilapia. Good day.

Then I got a phone call from home about how not immediately going to grad school could f-up my loan repayment, and how long I'd have to wait until being able to afford grad school, and how there would be more (disappointing) discussions about this in the near future.

There goes the day. I'm actually getting depressed thinking about it again.

So let's end this post with that dream, shall we?

I was in high school marching band (but not wearing the uniform) with my best friends Lauren and Marin. So we got to hang out. Because it was a football game, the opposing team's band was doing the pregame show, where I saw my great friend Colin (as drum major), who went to another high school. So we got to hang out, too. Then I walked through the student center here at school, and there I saw Aubrey! Just studying while some other kids watched TV. By now, I've seen representatives from all of my dearest groups of friends. The dream of dreams finished with a scene in which my crush basically declared his love for me (which indicates he left his current girlfriend) (and no, it's not Corey, for the record).

Is that not a kick-ass dream? What a great night. Even though I hate the idea of someone dumping his girlfriend to be with me, the whole us-getting-together thing was pretty nice. Plus I got to see all of my friends...

I want to go back to sleep.


*The Tempest IV.i.156-7