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tabular_rasaI had a dream there was some barn that happened to be on campus. Actually, it was meant to be a stage (rather like the Round Barn Theater)-- it even had a hole in the top, like the Globe-- but, yeah, it was just a straight-up old rickety old barn . . .
Anyway, some groups on campus were performing "various selected scenes from Les Miserables" in this crazy-ass barn. I had snuck in and was off to the side when two people performed "A Little Fall of Rain" (and really in Japanese in my dream; I can remember the exact words that well, already, lol :-P), entirely in Japanese. Then, in the middle of the song, Lara and a couple of kids I figured also had to be from my Japanese class (they were standing creepily in the shadows) drag me up and out to the second floor, where I could watch down through the hole in the ceiling, being all like "You have to hear the Japanese from above; it's better that way," or something. I ended up sitting with a bunch of people speaking Japanese. It was okay, I guess . . .
. . . until the next group walked on, which was performing the whole barricade sequence-- complete with gunshots that were definitely fireworks and definitely enough to bring the barn down. It kept shaking and I thought I was going to be sick.
(Come to think about it, that's probably when it stormed last night-- all that shaking and rumbling; I woke up this morning-- around 10:00, I guess-- with my clock completely wrong-- forever preserved at 2:45 am, lol-- and realized that it had completely stormed, last night, lol . . . )
Anyway, after that, I had to leave-- there was going to be a capella interpretations of Les Mis songs, and, for some reason, I just didn't think I could stand that, in my dream, lol . . . So I walked out onto the quad (this freaky little barn, there, you see, was just taking the place of Graham Chapel, or something . . . ). So then I was accosted by some kid who knew I liked Les Mis and knew I liked Japanese and therefore knew I liked Japanese Les Mis and was like, "You realize Les Mis can never work in Japan"-- and we had a full-out discussion/debate about the applicability of Les Mis in Japanese society, lol . . .
Then, I get cut off by this obnoxious, smarmy, wormy-looking kid carrying a pack of business cards. He goes, "Do you like science?"
. . . and I go, "Um, yeah, I guess . . . " and then I'm like, "Oh! Shit! No! No! No!" because I realize it is the Scientology people (lol). I try to hand back my card to them, but the boy like, "Mwahaha! No!" and moves on to the next person. I don't read the front of the card, but flip it over and realize there is carved into the back-- not written, not even written-carved, just like rudely taken a knife to it-- "Don't Be A Heretic."
(I guess this technically becomes a nightmare, now, because I am terribly afraid of religious fanatics, and, well, they really count as them, lol . . . )
. . . but then it just gets a little bit worse. While Scientology boy goes off to accost Les Mis-Japanese-accosting boy (poor kid-- he and I had some great discussions, we did, however unreal how very much so he was, lol . . . ), I turn around and find Keith waiting behind me. He, too, is holding a Scientology card and looking very perplexed.
I can't figure out what the hell is wrong with him; he looks different, for some reason.
Then I realize he doesn't have any eyebrows.
The moral of the story is: Les Mis is awesome, and the Scientologists will steal your eyebrows.
Anyway, some groups on campus were performing "various selected scenes from Les Miserables" in this crazy-ass barn. I had snuck in and was off to the side when two people performed "A Little Fall of Rain" (and really in Japanese in my dream; I can remember the exact words that well, already, lol :-P), entirely in Japanese. Then, in the middle of the song, Lara and a couple of kids I figured also had to be from my Japanese class (they were standing creepily in the shadows) drag me up and out to the second floor, where I could watch down through the hole in the ceiling, being all like "You have to hear the Japanese from above; it's better that way," or something. I ended up sitting with a bunch of people speaking Japanese. It was okay, I guess . . .
. . . until the next group walked on, which was performing the whole barricade sequence-- complete with gunshots that were definitely fireworks and definitely enough to bring the barn down. It kept shaking and I thought I was going to be sick.
(Come to think about it, that's probably when it stormed last night-- all that shaking and rumbling; I woke up this morning-- around 10:00, I guess-- with my clock completely wrong-- forever preserved at 2:45 am, lol-- and realized that it had completely stormed, last night, lol . . . )
Anyway, after that, I had to leave-- there was going to be a capella interpretations of Les Mis songs, and, for some reason, I just didn't think I could stand that, in my dream, lol . . . So I walked out onto the quad (this freaky little barn, there, you see, was just taking the place of Graham Chapel, or something . . . ). So then I was accosted by some kid who knew I liked Les Mis and knew I liked Japanese and therefore knew I liked Japanese Les Mis and was like, "You realize Les Mis can never work in Japan"-- and we had a full-out discussion/debate about the applicability of Les Mis in Japanese society, lol . . .
Then, I get cut off by this obnoxious, smarmy, wormy-looking kid carrying a pack of business cards. He goes, "Do you like science?"
. . . and I go, "Um, yeah, I guess . . . " and then I'm like, "Oh! Shit! No! No! No!" because I realize it is the Scientology people (lol). I try to hand back my card to them, but the boy like, "Mwahaha! No!" and moves on to the next person. I don't read the front of the card, but flip it over and realize there is carved into the back-- not written, not even written-carved, just like rudely taken a knife to it-- "Don't Be A Heretic."
(I guess this technically becomes a nightmare, now, because I am terribly afraid of religious fanatics, and, well, they really count as them, lol . . . )
. . . but then it just gets a little bit worse. While Scientology boy goes off to accost Les Mis-Japanese-accosting boy (poor kid-- he and I had some great discussions, we did, however unreal how very much so he was, lol . . . ), I turn around and find Keith waiting behind me. He, too, is holding a Scientology card and looking very perplexed.
I can't figure out what the hell is wrong with him; he looks different, for some reason.
Then I realize he doesn't have any eyebrows.
The moral of the story is: Les Mis is awesome, and the Scientologists will steal your eyebrows.
