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Sunday, June 13, 2004New location here. The migration begins... ~ Marge at 3:47 PM;
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It was a dream about a graduation, held in a crappy high school cafeteria that I swear I had dreamt about before. Only it was another graduation, with different people, but equally strange events. What was happening on stage were a series of skits done by the grads, this one seemedl ike a university graduation, and I was expecting to see Paul. I was by myself, and couldn't see him in the crowd of grads. I called, someone picked up, but no one answered, I only heard the muffled voices of two men, presumably him and his father (whom I've never met), and I seemed to think that they were cooking breakfast.
The weird part was being pretty damn sure that I've had a dream in this 'place' before.
Then everything shifted, I was at someone's house, a cozy room in maybe an apartment, Alec was there, and he was telling me about plans to travel Europe. Maybe it was his going away party, lots of people there. He showed me a map of 'Europe', which was as large group of islands connected by a complex water route and he was showing me the one he as going to take. Conversation went some where, and he drew attention to the yellow silk scarf he was wearing around his neck, and I suddenly noticed that he was wearing a lilac shirt, and thought the colour really suited him.
Albert also had some strange dreams. Involving a really intense argument with my mom that was quite taxing, and suddenly he realized that he was dreaming and that this argument wasn't worth the effort, and he 'went back to sleep'. Then he was at my grand mother's place in HK, and apparently we had ordered male strippers, and he was panicing because he was afraid they would come today, instead of tomorrow, and mom was here with us. I was relaxed about it, he was freaking about it, and he ran up and down the stairs to make sure it wasn't today, but it was.
And apparently there was this little girl's room at Grandma's house (and a stretch of lush flowers hanging just outside grandma's windows) and it seemed perfectly normal at the time. There were all these girly books, decorations, and I was sitting on the bed. There was a white board with a comment that said "write on my blog!" and a note saying that we had booked an 18 year old and a 2 year old stripper.
2 year old? That confused albert, and made him realize that this had to be unreal, as real as it all seemed. Then he got the idea in his head that there was some kind of conversion involved, but he had given up on understanding this strange world he has been initiated into.
What can I say? I feel exhausted. Lesson with Andrea was really good this morning though, she's improved very much in the past week, and her parents are surprised (duh, that's what practicing does!), and I feel like a competent teacher, so it's all good. This is the kind of encouragement I need to really plan out my music history and theory lessons, between everything else. ~ Marge at 12:02 PM;
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