a dream diary #1

We were this group of people, a whole bus full - overfull actually. We'd been trained in a variety of things, experiments of sorts, I suppose. We were being carted off to our final destinations to do whatever it is that we had chosen fit us best. Brittany and I decided to go tend for cows and make cheese... but when we got off of the bus, Brittany wasn't there with me. Some other people that got off at the same spot said that with certain people, the leaving of the program was too much and they'd just evaporate. But when I held up this device we had - like a pad in Star Trek, I could see her just fine. So I figured that maybe despite what she thought, tending cows and making cheese just wasn't right for us. The bus was gone by this point, so I searched all around. I found an FD with keys in the ignition, and so I took it and made way for a place I knew they picked up people with our training that weren't happy with their current position. I tried a few different locations, but couldn't find the bus stop that would pick me up. The FD wasn't in the greatest shape and it started not being able to leave 2nd gear. So Shawn McGhee came and loaned me a truck to continue my search. Eventually, I found the bus line and spectral Brittany and I got on. On this bus, it was even more crowded, with seats arranged closer together and a lot less space. Well, the bus started it's loop. Kelly Williams got on the bus and handed me his iced coffee, I drank some and handed it back, moving over to an empty seat and having everyone move down so he had the outside. Fred and George Weasley were there and we had a discussion about how they thought their siblings weren't really full because their mom had cheated on their dad and they warned that they'd been through the loop a lot and had noticed the disappearing people. We talked of the school and surrounding conspiracies. They got off somewhere in a field. We continued on and picked up Angel, who just wanted to get back to his family, and a couple other girls who were tired of the loop as well. At this point the bus was pretty empty by comparison. I told the driver to take us to the city, that regardless of our specialty we'd be most likely to find something to do to be successful there. So, we entered downtown. Angel asked how far away it was from his family, and we told him it was the closest he would get -and so he went on his way. Myself, and the other two girls were handed giant bouquets of beautiful roses in a variety of colors and size and along with spectral Brittany, left the bus. We surveyed our area and saw a florist shop. Figuring that we had some supply he might want, we took our bags there and asked him if he wanted to purchase any of our goods, and possibly employ us for working in his greenhouse or doing arrangements. He was a bit hesitant at first and said he didn't want to buy any of our flowers, because they were still mostly buds and he like big full flowers. One of the girls reached out and painted the flower he held in his hand bright red, and arranged some paper and things to make it look even better than it did prior. With this, he was impressed and asked if we all could do that. When we nodded, he set us down with three vases, and we began each to paint the vase and the flowers within to look spectacular. Then he gave us canvases and told us each to paint whatever it was we had in mind. We each pained a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He asked us if any of us knew how to paint real life, like if he were to have a woman laying on his counter would we like to paint her. We told him that while we wouldn't like to, as the images in our mind were far better than reality, that we could paint her and quite well. To test this he and a friend I suppose, laid down on the ground and covered themselves with powder. He said to paint them, like they were dead and if we did a good job we might be employed. We all began to paint furiously, trying to capture what was before us, but also add our own spin and imagination to it. Before any of us had finished, the models sprang to life, in three sets, each covered with our painting. They then argued amongst themselves as to who looked the most dead. It must have been a tie I suppose, because then the owner said that to see if we could be hired we would have to perform an electronic type song for him. One of the girls got up and sang, and the other and I sat against the back wall, and had trouble picking out a song to do. I kept thinking of Daft Punk, but all I could think of was Around the World, which I thought would be a bad choice. I texted Zach Rogers to help me out with song choice, and decided that I knew the most lyrics to Fireflies so I guess I would just go with that. There was a pretty big crowd around us picking out songs too, and trying to find mixed versions of country songs and Queen.

Then I woke up.

I remember Jenny Avery being there, and Kate and Leyna from work at points as well...they may have even been the other girls I was with, I'm not sure. Pretty vivid dream though, and long.