Jaron's Dreams
| November 7, 2010, 10:05 AM The Anti-Gravity Teddy Bear and the GC Choir Jerseys |
| Alright, folks, I have them, you get confused by them; here is another one of those crazy dreams:
I dreamed that I was in a room hanging out with someone I knew, George Harrison and Christopher Plummer. But the latter two didn't look like themselves. I wondered if Holly (my sis) might recognize them. I brought her over, thinking she would recognize them. Time passed, and they eventually walked away to go about their own business. I asked Holly if she recognized them. She said she didn't. I then told her that one of them was George Harrison. "Jaron, why didn't you tell me that before I came over? If I'd known that, I could have said something to him," she replied. "Oh, and the other guy was Christopher Plummer," I said. She stormed off, and I thought, "I'd better go find them and see if I can arrange for them to meet Holly." I went into the room that George Harrison had went into, to see if I could say something to him. He was in there hanging out with some girl. I hovered around them, assuming they would acknowledge my presence, but they didn't. It was really, really awkward. I eventually left the room, because you could cut the awkwardness with a knife. In the next part of my dream, I was at GC running to Kinney, when I ran write into a short, little guy. I scruffed the top of his head and said, "Sorry, little guy." Then I continued running. But he started running after me. He said that he wanted a genuine apology. I asked if he was a freshman at college. He said that he was, so h wasn't going to get any taller. I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't accept it. He said that he wanted me to be real with him. So I told him that I understood what he had to put up, because I was a relatively short guy too. Then I genuinely apologized. It didn't want to have demeaned him because of his size in any way. Alright, so in yet the next part of my dream, I was in a world or place where there was very little to no gravity. But for some reason, I could walk around anyway. I had this teddy bear that I was throwing around to watch him float long distances. At one point I threw him at a wall that was facing another wall. I watched as he bounced back and forth. It was nothing short of awesome. Then I threw him at a house, and watched in horror as he almost landed on top of it. If he had, I wouldn't have been able to retrieve him. Then I accidentally threw him onto of a shelf full of teddy bears owned by former, famous GC choir members. My teddy bear was important for some reason, so I had to climb this precariously balanced object to retrieve him. I remember being nervous about doing this, and wondering if I should get someone else to help. I decided against it, and in the process of retrieving my teddy bear, I messed up the order of the other teddy bears. After this, the teddy bears became jerseys, and Doc. Wilson, who caught me messing with them, told me that I needed to rearrange them in the right order, because the correct order was important. One of the jerseys had belonged to a member of the choir who died, and the whole arrangement needed to be treated with respect. So I did my best to arrange them properly with his help. Ethan Dunivent came up to me and pointed at the jerseys at a certain point, and told me that they were haunted. He didn't like to work here alone, because they would whisper to him as he tried to work. Then somehow the jerseys became a photo album of pictures that I had to rearrange. I was working on rearranging these before... I woke up. Weird, weird, weird, weird... |