I just went to lay down and started remembering all of my crazy dreams last night. So I guess I'll subject you to them for want of actually being able to fall asleep.
So, there I was, in Queen Elizabeth High School with a bit of money in my hand. I went down to the band room and figured I'd go spend my money at the teacher's lounge on some hot chocolate or the like. I went outside and the hot chocolate turned out to be a cigarette, so I smoked it by the teacher's parking lot and the sidewalk was damp because it had just finished raining. It always seems to have just finished raining when I dream about being at that school. So, I finished up the cigarette and went in one of the back doors and climbed the stairs to this crazy part of the school that only actually exists inside my dream world. It's up in the math wing and it seems to be quite dark and kind of crazy, so I wandered around up there for a bit, and I'm sure I did some other stuff, but I can't quite remember what it was. Eventually I found myself just on the second floor near where we had our Humanities class. Suddenly I discovered a whole bunch of paper money. Like, a whole bunch of money. So I tried putting it in my backpack and then there was way too much so I carried it all down the stairs all sort of tied to my back, and when I got downstairs I was in the foodcourt of Market Mall.
So, I was pretty exhausted from carrying all that money, and I put my backpack down and when I looked behind me the pile was about fifteen feet high and about thirty feet across so I went to the bathroom. When I came back, a security guard was there trying to arrest me because someone had apparently stolen some of the money from my pile. I don't understand why he wanted to arrest me because somebody stole my money, but he seemed pretty intent on doing so until he got a call on his radio. Apparently there was a robber from another dimension who had teleported into the mall and was looking for some jewelry. So he let me go and then the mall was deserted and I figured I may as well just leave.
So, I left and the next thing I knew I was in Red Deer and I had to make some money to pay for lunch. So I went to work at the bank and they'd apparently renovated the office. Instead of being secured with gates and locks, they decided to just run with the honour system and turned the interior into a big maze. When you came in there were a whole bunch of chairs arranged like at the airport so people could hang around. And then they decided that employees might want to read, so they set up a really nice library on a carpeted area.
Beyond the carpeted area there was a series of complicated narrow corridors that you had to find your way through, and then it opened up into a tiny little room with round tables and computers. About half the terminals had people working at them, and there didn't really seem to be much to do, so I didn't really bother. One of the tall tables had a laptop and a mouse on it, so I thought that I'd take a look at the internet for a bit. When I touched the mouse I discovered that the table was really wobbly and didn't stand up straight. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that each of the four legs of the base of the table had a big spring on it, and through the spring was a screwed-on adjustment foot. One of the legs, however seemed to be missing the adjustment foot. So I kept losing the mouse when I let it go because it would just slide off of the table. Once, the laptop slid off the table too, so I had someone hold on to everything while I found the adjustment foot (which had just rolled out of the room) and I screwed it back into place and then I could use the computer.
So I looked at the computer and discovered that the last person to be on it was using MSN Messenger. One of the little buttons at the bottom of the screen was flashing so I looked at it and it was a conversation window labelled "Meghan - Conversation". According to the window, it was a conversation between her and Pearl, so I didn't really want to read it in the office. Instead, I pasted it into a Hotmail window and was going to email it to myself to read through later. Unfortunately, being so completely clumsy, I accidentally clicked the button that caused it to send the email out to all of the people in my address book - including Meghan. Of course, I felt really really horrible about that and I tried getting an email out to everyone telling them to please just delete that message and it was a big mistake in the first place. But I couldn't get Hotmail to open back up again. Eventually I just ended up giving up and decided I'd have to deal with it later.
About that time, a lot of work started coming in, and our supervisors appeared in the little work-room with about fifty other people. They gave a big presentation about how it was just after the long weekend and they were glad to have all the help that they could, but that they weren't going to meet their targets for the first time in fifteen years today, no matter how hard they tried. They introduced all the new people, and asked for a show of hands to see how many of us had ever worked here before. I put up my hand and they sat me down at a terminal to get me to work as quickly as possible. I worked for a few hours, and then the day was over so I left and went to the hospital.
At the hospital, I was wandering around in a well lit white hallway with a window on the right side, and there were birds outside the window. I carried on through the hallway, feeling really bad about what I'd done with the conversation I happened upon. Suddenly, off to the left there was another computer with Hotmail just running on it, so I got on it and managed to get rid of the email I'd sent out - to everyone except for Meghan, of course. So, that really didn't make much of a difference.
I left the hospital and was walking down a boardwalk through Varsity and came out at a really nice multi-level house. It was Meghan's house, so Lindsay invited me inside and I had a glass of water and then Meghan started coming in the front door so I had to get out of there really quickly. I ran out the back door and ended up in the garage where she was parking her car. I told her that I was really sorry and I needed to tell her about something horrible I'd done. She turned into Little Anne and I told her about reading the conversation and emailing it out by accident. She hugged me and then broke my nose and I woke up.
When I woke up, I discovered that the spring was really poking into me, so I stuck a pillow over top of it and went back to sleep, and things picked up pretty much from there.
I left the garage and was in front of Mike's old house in Varsity and it was kind of dark out at this point. I wandered around a bit and discovered Adil and Alex. We walked around the neighbourhood for a little while and came out at a big school-shaped theatre in Mount Royal. Adil and Alex had to go to the bathroom, so I stood outside by the gargoyles and waited for them for a bit before getting bored and going inside to see what was going on.
Inside, it was like a confusing movie theatre maze, and there were lots of displays and advertisements and a big long line. Alex and Adil came out of the bathroom and saw the line and I suggested that it was a Rush concert and we should probably go see it. So we waited in the line and pushed our way to the front when the doors opened. We already happened to have our tickets, so we climbed the chain-link fence, which promptly vanished behind us. We went to our seats and about fifteen minutes later the concert started.
It was a really big let-down because the stage wasn't actually in front of us. Instead, we had to look through some doors that had been propped open on the right side of the room so we could see about a third of the stage. Even more of a let-down was the fact that it wasn't actually Rush playing. Instead, it was a big screen with Rush's last concert being displayed on that. To make matters worse, a bunch of SAIT art students were dancing around on stage as part of the performance and a couple of them were playing an electric drum kit over top of the music. I turned to my father, who was sitting beside me by that time, and said that this was absolute shit and that I didn't play eighty dollars to see a movie of Rush. I suggested that if I wanted to do that, I'd just go home and watch my Rush DVD. I told him we should get our money back and leave, so we went up to the counter and got the manager to come out.
Apparently, getting our money back involved going behind the counter and watching the register for a couple minutes. Then the guy came and gave us our money back and we told him he should take the tickets so we couldn't scalp them. He said it didn't matter and sent us on our way.
status.mood(tired);
status.music(California, Rufus Wainwright);
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