At peace?

I dreamt about Cláudio last night. In the dream, I was visiting old friends in Brazil and one day while wandering about the city, I ran into Cláudio. I saw him and we made eye contact. I tried to turn the other way because a flood of old feelings that I had been trying to forget began to pour down upon me. But he approached me and found me anyway. He looked at me with those same beautiful eyes that I will never forget and I told him that I miss him. He put his arms around me and he kissed me. I returned the embrace and the kiss. I can't say no to his lips. The whole world around us -- all the cars, all the people walking by -- disappeared and I believed that everything was going to turn out all right. I didn't have to worry anymore.

Then I woke up and cried a little until I fell asleep again.

Bandtastic!

So last night, in one of my dreams, I was in a parking lot sitting in my car, plugging my iPod in so I could jam out as I drove away, when suddenly someone opened the back window of my car (which actually doesn't have an openable back window) and I saw before me three tall, somewhat aged, gay men. One of whom was Mr. Grice, my former band director from high school.

One of his friends saw one of those little CD flip-case things (those things that hold likes 20 or so CDs) in my car and reached in and grabbed it and looked like he was going to walk away with it. And so I snatched it back out of his hand and was like, "What are you doing, crazy?" To which he replied that he really loved my CD case which had an emblem of the Pride of Pearland Band on it and he wanted it so badly for his daughter. And then, like such an asshole, I responded, "Well, if she ever learns to play like I did, the bitch can get her own!" and I drove away, but not without hearing the other little gay man start laughing as if to encourage me. I think that one might have been Mr. Luster, the guy who taught clarinet to the middle school beginners and who happened to be an incredible clarinetist and a genius... and the first big flaming homosexual I ever met and befriended. Oh well, I can't remember. The dream is fading.

Evil dogs!

I had an awful, long and draw-out dream last night. I dreamt that Amanda never came home from Brazil because she was attacked and killed by a big mean dog. It was horrible. I cried so much. And I went to visit her family and I couldn't bare it. In the dream, Amanda had an identical twin sister who tried to comfort me, but she reminded me too much of Amanda and it broke my heart.

It's been a long time since I've been so happy to wake up from a dream.

On a more exciting note, I have an interview for a job this afternoon that I'm very excited about. Well, my friend Brett who has been hired there basically guaranteed me the position. Although I can't believe that, I think it means I can be optimistic. Here is a snippet of the job description:

The Texas Center for Learning Disabilities is interested in hiring 20 data collectors for the fall 2006. Individuals will conduct assessments of adolescent language, literacy, cognition, and mathematics, complete assessment records, verify accuracy of assessment data, and assist in the scheduling of students for assessments.

Anyway, it seems like it should be super cool. Firstly, they are looking for part-time positions for only like 20 hours a week. Secondly, they are very flexible with hours and told me that my being a student will not be a problem at all. They'll just work around my classes. Thirdly, it's related to education and linguistics. And lastly, they will pay me hourly more than twice what I made when I worked at Foley's.

So yeah, I'm pretty excited. :)

Two headed snakes.

So I had a dream last night about my pet snake Richard (AKA Dick). But something was different about him. He had two heads! One on each end!

I was holding him in my hand like I do and in the other hand I was going to drop something for him to eat. A baby mouse, of course, just like usual. But as I began to drop his meal, I felt that it was slimy and gross in my hand. I looked at what had fallen out of my hand and it was a leech! Richard struck at it and devoured it with one of his two heads, somehow managing to fit this very large leech into his tiny head.

I woke up around that point. Who is this leech? Why did Richard have two heads? Why was I feeding him by hand? Hehehe. All very strange.

Ideas?