Monday, January 26, 2009

I think my creative side is being stifled.

So last night, I had a dream that I was heading up some sort of mass escape from a very tiny prison.

There were 4 or 5 women about my age, and at least 100 moderately adorable and extremely tiny school children. I had some sort of mission to complete on the beach, and then I had to round them up and get them onto a (no joke) magic school bus and take them....somewhere. I woke up before I could find out where.

The moral of the story is not "Nobody is slowly losing her mind," or even "Nobody sometimes feels that law school is like babysitting."

No, the moral of the story is that the entire experience was in a Rodgers' & Hammerstein-style musical genre, complete with dance ensembles and chorales.

And it was weird.



On second thought, the moral of the story may also be that I am losing my mind.

1 comments:

teasinglydiverse said...

Hmm. Well, if you're going to lose your mind it might as well be done to a peppy tune! :)

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How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
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