WHY HALLO~

Wow, it's been a while! Look how much you've grown! -cheekpinch-

I haven't been recording my dreams lately, which I'm sad about. I think I'll go back and estimate dates for the last few I can remember. In any case, I had a really strange one last night.

First, a quick short story about first semester, Freshman year of college (last year.) It was four girls sharing a suite - two bedrooms, one bathroom that linked us. On my side, me and a yaoi-obsessed girl who was convinced she was bisexual ("although I'm not sexually attracted to girls, just like...emotionally." "Er, yes, that's usually known as friendship."); on the other side, Missy (who I already knew from All State Jazz Choir and summer Jazz Camp) and Bee, a creature whose depths of insanity are unknowable until you've lived with her for a semester. Basically, she was a tiny black girl whose father was angry that she was rooming with a white girl. She wanted to be Japanese, she never showered, and she never flushed. Yeah, I mean NEVER. Don't you just love popping into the bathroom for a pleasant urination and finding the toilet occupied by...well, moving on. Anyone, these little "quirks" were bad enough, but she also didn't have a sense of personal space, she couldn't read the people around her (thus why she kept thinking Missy and I liked her) and she...well, honestly she just wasn't very smart.

Anyway, long story short, living with her was so bad that Missy and I switched dorms at semester. Bee has since become an unpleasant memory (as well as a good conversation-starter.) SO I had this dream last night.

OH and she was an art major.

ANYWAY I had this dream last night that for some reason I was on the roof outside her window. And then it ended up that our room was next to theirs, and there was a window over my desk that led to her room. So when we were sitting at our desks, we were staring at each other. Weird. But basically, in this dream, I was trying to somehow signal through the window to Bee's new roommate that she needed to get out of there while she still had her sanity, and her hygiene. But then Bee noticed me, and decided to try and make me feel bad about myself as an artist by showing off her work. Luckily for me, her work was really bad. It was like...second-grader-level. There was one drawing of a mermaid that was just awful, and I asked her if I could sign the back, which she agreed to for some reason, and instead of signing it I wrote this really mean critique and then drew my version of the mermaid, which was much better (especially in my dream...I whipped that shit out in about thirty seconds. Go me!)

But then when I tried to return it to her, something happened...I'm not sure exactly what, it's slipping out of my mind now, but something about a really tall, empty tree trunk. I don't know if she fell or what, but she died, that's the important part. Bee died and Missy and I were so glad that when the cops questioned us, we were taken to jail as suspects because we were just so goddamned cheerful.

Also, her art portfolio involved bad poetry. I was like BEE, THAT'S ENGLISH, SILLY.

Well that's all. "Welcome back, Ginny!" Thank you, thank you. It's good to be back.