Ok so I'm finally getting back to writing my dream journals. Here's mine from last night:
I started out in a grand dining room. There were a series of 4 or 5 large tables strung along the wall I was on and they were all filled with suicide girls and their friends. Missy was somewhere in the mix but i never quite got a look at her. The room was relatively dark and we were all busy talking among ourselves. We were all here for a big event. There was going to be a big change of SG policy and we were all here to help forge out the future of SG and plan how we wanted to expand the SG army next. I remembered trying to remember how I had gotten invited to it and couldnt really manage it. Sitting at my table were 2 japanese suicide girls (which I dont even know if we have any true japanese girls on the site) their guy guest, and then my mom across the table from me to the left a bit, and on my same side to my left was my stepdad. The girls were busy talking amongst themselves and I was half carrying on a conversation with a couple of the girls at the table behind me over my shoulder. I kinda turned back around and took a few seconds to look admiringly at the japanese girls and said out loud how much I wished I had learned japenese in school. After a couple large scans across the room I realized about half the gathering here were japanese. I had no idea where they had all come from and why I hadnt found any of the girls before, but my attention was being pulled back to the table by my mom who was asking a question or two about the whole thing and then started giving me family updates. I tried to politely dismiss some of it and engage the girls at my table again, but they just stared at me a min and kept on. Apparently they didnt speak any english at all. I just started thinking out loud about how I was missing out on a large part of how great the event was going to be by taking the easy way out in high school and taking spanish instead of japanese. After a minute or so, the guy they brought with them at the end of the table looked up from the food he was eating and told me that was a little too much to translate to the girls, in only mildly broken english. From there someone started to pull the whole gathering's attention to the center of the room and was starting the official parts of the event. The dream shifted from there and went to something completely unrelated.
I started out in a grand dining room. There were a series of 4 or 5 large tables strung along the wall I was on and they were all filled with suicide girls and their friends. Missy was somewhere in the mix but i never quite got a look at her. The room was relatively dark and we were all busy talking among ourselves. We were all here for a big event. There was going to be a big change of SG policy and we were all here to help forge out the future of SG and plan how we wanted to expand the SG army next. I remembered trying to remember how I had gotten invited to it and couldnt really manage it. Sitting at my table were 2 japanese suicide girls (which I dont even know if we have any true japanese girls on the site) their guy guest, and then my mom across the table from me to the left a bit, and on my same side to my left was my stepdad. The girls were busy talking amongst themselves and I was half carrying on a conversation with a couple of the girls at the table behind me over my shoulder. I kinda turned back around and took a few seconds to look admiringly at the japanese girls and said out loud how much I wished I had learned japenese in school. After a couple large scans across the room I realized about half the gathering here were japanese. I had no idea where they had all come from and why I hadnt found any of the girls before, but my attention was being pulled back to the table by my mom who was asking a question or two about the whole thing and then started giving me family updates. I tried to politely dismiss some of it and engage the girls at my table again, but they just stared at me a min and kept on. Apparently they didnt speak any english at all. I just started thinking out loud about how I was missing out on a large part of how great the event was going to be by taking the easy way out in high school and taking spanish instead of japanese. After a minute or so, the guy they brought with them at the end of the table looked up from the food he was eating and told me that was a little too much to translate to the girls, in only mildly broken english. From there someone started to pull the whole gathering's attention to the center of the room and was starting the official parts of the event. The dream shifted from there and went to something completely unrelated.