Um...yeah. So we split off into groups in Theatre this week to do individual scenes from Rebel Without a Cause. Since there were so few girl parts, I'm playing the part of Raaaay-cheal. We had to cross out "sir" and "gentleman" and "man" a lot, but Sonic still says "sir" XD
So one of my lines is, "Can you tell me why you shot those puppies, John?"
Theatre does some weeeeiiiird things to your mind when you have to say that line over and over, man. The other night, I had a dream that there was this giant cow with two sets of really saggy utters and the most miniscule, pathetic, wrinkly, new-born puppies were suckling on them. In some way, their innocence was cute, no matter how furless and blind they were.
So someone brought up the idea of moving the giant cow. So they did. The pushed and heaved her, when I say, "Wait! There are puppies suckling on her! D:" and the giant cow suddenly turns into a mobile home and they keep pushing. Yes, I know...you're probably thinking, "What in--!?" but there's a difference between reality and dreams, okay? A big difference with my dreams...
Anyway, the cow changed back, and they were pushing this house across the sidewalk, mind you. So when the cow reappeared, standing up, you could see what was left of the puppies. They had been crushed by the mobile home of a cow and dragged across the concrete until they were nothing more than three thick streaks of red.
TT~TT
So then I started crying. My dad was there, too, he was the one who suggested moving the cow. And I was crying really bad, too, like I never do. Like...crying so bad I was shaking. Then I woke up, and realized I was actually crying. Then I looked over the edge of the bed and realized I dropped Cloud D: No wonder...
XD
Anywho, that's a moment of insane sadness that makes no real sense.
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