So long time no see. I don't think I have written here in months but that's okay because I said so. Anyways I had a strangely trippy dream last night and because many of you were involved I'm going to post it here for your enjoyment. BUT because I'm sure some of you might dislike having your gorgeous names displayed for al the world to see on the internets I'm going to go Gossip Girl on you and post your first initial. If you're wondering if the initial is yours it probably is (because for some reason very few of the people in this dream have the same first initial.) If you are a creepy pedophile who just happens to be stalking me and you see your first initial in this journal it is probably not yours (because only a few of my friends are creepy pedophiles). Anyway here goes.

My lovely percussion friends this part includes you (in case you were having trouble guessing). Me, G, and E were loading up a car with percussion stuff for MICCA I was quite stressed because we couldn't be sure we had everything and it was my presidential duty to make sure everything went perfectly. The car was small and red (looked like my grammar school best friend's mom's car actually) and there were lots of stands sticking out of it. We were unloading from a house that was not the one I'm living in now though it faintly resembled it (it actually looked a bit like the house of another person who I went to grammar school with...) Presumably D is still in europe and A couldn't make it. I think Av was inside.
anyways I was suddenly upstairs in my room with L and V. guy now "about the trip..." and yes we were having a similar discussion to that when suddenly there was a giant spider in the window ~now this is probably because in our new house there are spiders in like every window. My mom insisted on opening mine (I am like panic attack deathly afraid of spiders) and though she cleaned out the windows in my bedroom she didn't clean the ones in my bathroom where an enormous spider lives (a few days ago I tried in vain to kill it without touching it by spraying it with apple cinnamon air deoderizer and needless to say only succeeded in making the spider wet and foamy and the bathroom smell nicer) ANYWAYS the large spider was moving towards the two inch tall Harry Ron and Hermione bowling pins that were hanging from the window. They yelled for help so I threw a book at the spider which was squashed into several black pieces which leaked an impossible amount of green goo all over the carpet.
Suddenly I am on the beach running with Z (like before a pep band game) "we have to get to pit he says- we're late so I of course remark "this is just like when we were playing Evita". The whole setting is very strange- this is like a sandbar with a big wooden mansion at the end (sorta like how they depicted the house on the cliff in the ocean in hp and the Sorcerer's stone) and there is ocean on either side and the sky is pink and blue swirling (sadly A, no apples i guess it's not ethereal) suddenly we are not going to pit but a percussion party at the big old mansion. Z is gone and I've reached a tide pool where a little boy is sitting on a bar of sand in the middle. I draw a smiley face in the sand and the little boy starts crying so I quickly fill it in with pink (yes pink glittery) sand but not before his fat, thick framed glasses wearing, mother shows up and begins to yell at me.
Suddenly I am in the mansion at the end of the sandbar and a percussion party is happening. It's almost freeze frame because i remember everyone being there but it was more like a picture looking into the room.
I walk into the next room and the fat mother is there to yell at me some more but as she's about to speak L and V reappear (not to E in the dream you were in china so I'm guessing it was supposed to have happened this summer). An spic death metal match ensues in which the mother yells at me in operatic death metal while L and V sing back in death metal. Now as this opera occurs I suddenly break in singing about how I don't like death metal at which point L stops singing death metal and begins "singing" except it's more like a combination between when quagmire on family guy does woody the woodpecker and an old school rap (A I think you might have been wandering around in the background here but i'm not sure...) After this we put more pink sand on the smiley face... yup that's about it. I blame the heat.