I am not an actress. The last thing I did onstage was in 8th grade. But I just had the Actor Dream. Someone ask Julia Roberts if maybe I had her dream by mistake. But she probably wouldn't have been dreaming about a Misc. U. setting. Maybe it was Ken's dream.

The really screwy part is, it was a continuation of a dream I had a few months ago. I'd had this dream where I was in an acting class, and they gave me a script, and told me to learn the lines.

So, I had this dream, and it had all the people I remembered from the acting class dream a few months ago, and they all assumed I'd spent the time preparing. I hadn't, of course. I'd woken up, and gone on with my life.

So, I was in this room with the other people in my acting class, waiting for the makeup crew to come in, and trying not to let the others know I was desperately looking for a copy of the script. From what I remembered, my character spent the whole play sitting down, so maybe I could hide the script in my lap and fake it.

I was really panicking. I was going to make such a fool out of myself. Then, I realized it was a dream, and felt a lot better. Then, I realized since it was a dream, I didn't even have to be there if I didn't want to. I just sort of poofed out of existance, and woke up.

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Hee. I'm pretty sure that Writing About Your Dreams is on damn near every Don't Do This In Your Journal list in the world. It makes pretty boring reading. I see that now.

But I thought it was interesting, so I guess that was just my personal self-indulgent moment. I'll try not to have another one for a while.

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As soon as D. wakes up, we're gonna go get that boy his temps. It kinda sucks, because we're going to have to do it in Springfield. I grew up in Zenith. I know Zenith. I even know the part of town they give the driving test in. But since Cowtown is in Springfield County, he's going to have to take the driving test in Springfield. I don't know Springfield at all. I won't be able to tell him things like, "Up here, you'll want the left lane," because I don't have a clue.

I think Cowtown actually had a DMV office for a few hours each week. Maybe he can eventually take the test here.

And, yeah. There is part of me freaking out a little about this. Aaah! I'm not supposed to have to go through the whole 'inexperienced driver in my car while I clutch the dashboard for dear life' thing till I have a teenager!

But, I'm pretty sure he told me once that he did in fact get his temps in Chicago, and drove his parents' car a few times. Then, he just never got the temps renewed. So, it's not that he's never driven. He just hasn't driven in 12 years. Yeah. That makes me feel better...

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Oh, and check it out, yo. I'm gettin' down with my mad phat HTML skillz.

I was just thinking about how much I wanted "previous" and "next" buttons, and I get the e-mail from Andrew, telling me how. My template isn't an option anymore, so I couldn't do it the easy way. I looked at the pile of gibberish that is my HTML script, and made a lucky guess where to slip it in. I kick so much ass.

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