America's Next Top Rapist.

I don't enjoy dreams. Especially the ones where you're being judged for a fashionable piano test and ones where you're about to be morrrested by an old creepy Asian man. The rest of this blog is most likely going to be endless rambling about my strange dreams. And all of the foreign movies I've watched, of course.

MY RAPIST DREAM. Oh my tits this was so creepy. I woke up and broke a sweat. I don't remember all of the hairy details however I remember ALMOST being raped. Not raped, which is pretty good. Anyways..My parents were hosting a huge potluck at our house. It was pretty huge, considering all of our neighbors, family friends, stray exchange students, professors studying abroad, and relatives were invited. You might be thinking "HOW CAN YOU GET RAPED WHEN THERE ARE ABOUT 59 PEOPLE IN YOUR HOUSE?!" Easy. There was this guy at our house named Professor Yi and he would always be looking over my shoulder, asking what I was doing, following me everywhere, etc. I'm used to this because I've had tons of Chinese people doing this stuff to me when they're over. My parents finally introduced me to the guy and he was some sort of biologist/artist. Then during the party my parents introduced me to this creep. Since it was crowded, he took me outside. I wasn't worried about rape since we were so close to the house. Suddenly he points to this weird cage, with a ton of foxes, squirrels, and "wildlife" I never see. He said some interesting stuff about them....as we were walking back to the house he took his hand and forced it down my shirt. Of course, I don't scream because that would make things worse and I sprinted back into the house. Surprisingly, he doesn't chase me. I think he left after that attempt. When I get into the house, everyone is very confused...about where I've been and what I've been doing. I told everyone the Professor guy tried to rape me but everyone was like "Nawwwwwwwwwwwwww." But then they were convinced when he had apparently left the party and I looked like something had scarred me for life. That was not a fun dream to have before CM.

The next one was about CM. Imagine America's Next Top Model....but..for pianos. It didn't make sense. But when do dreams do that? I vaguely remember Lizzi and I standing at the foot of this glitzy hotel with a bunch of competitors...one was a gay black guy with red hair. We met our judge, some kind of a white Tyra Banks except the thing was that I don't know how she promoted piano. I remember watching some kind of perfume commercial she was in that was somehow recreated like Inception...Then I remember being shoved into a pink and lacy practice room with Lizzi as I practiced my butt off.

Then I woke up.

Dreamuuuuuuuuuuu

I've gone through that 1 dream per night phase and I would like to write them all down but I only really remember 2...

The first one was about this RV my family rented. It was cool, beat up, and inside it had a bar, groovay disco lights, beads, and it came with an Indian lady bartender? She made me mango smoothies. Yup. I don't know. So one day I woke up and was ready for school and got into the RV..when I got to Ellen's house to be dropped off, apparently no one was driving it..so I was confused and told Ellen's mom to help. She knocked on the RV door and our maid opened it and Ellen's mom turned to me and whispered in Chinese "Indian food smells stinky!". Then she ranted in her Asian accent of what she wanted the maid to do which was drive the RV back home. Finally as we waited in the car for Ellen, the lights on the RV slowly came on and it drove away. Weird, but it was pretty funny.

Then I had another dream a couple of weeks later about marching band. We had some competition in Germany..or some place that looked like Solvang and we stayed at this old, wood carving-esque hostel that was run by druggies, alcoholics, and prostitutes. We were getting ready for a competition and one of the men who ran it was like "Uh huh uh durr durr grab some absinthe and have fun!" And we sort of didn't drink the absinthe. After that everyone was getting ready on some sort of a sidewalk and people were confused about which uniform we had to wear. Apparently Vista asked our whole band to join their band so we could be a 6A. But, we were wearing uniforms that resembled MC's. Everyone was standing around very confused-like. Then somehow everyone disappeared and I had to wait for Justin to pick me up on a street corner for the competition. His van showed up, and he was wearing his Cal Poly SLO uniform but all he did was yell "Follow me!" and drove away. Naturally, I ran across the street, following him but I almost got hit by a bus. All I remember after that was talking to German people and trying to read German signs.

I need to stop staying up late >.<