Dream Journal

After watching and laughing at Last Comic Standing, I have this dream..

It’s like a comedy club mixed with a school, filled with very funny people my age, and there’s such laughter, such joy in it. I consider it the best day ever. I’ve left my usual dream grounds to be there. It’s after classes, and we’re all hanging out having this wild imaginative play time. There are groups from dance classes there. I have this pure and amazing water spirit I keep calling on. It’s in a rectangle. I spin and float in the air when communing with it. It’s a sacred and personally-beloved spirit. It inspires me.

One jokey kid becomes too physical when I do my weird air somersault and funny word things and he socks me in the nose. He puts lotion on my face and then my nose swells and bleeds. I get serious, and head to the bathroom. There’s lots of furniture in there and a weird guy who makes comments. I grab some tissues, then go out and yell at the kid. He leaves and everyone cheers. But everything else in the dream is positive and wonderful. Such friends. I felt so at home. By the end we were all getting ready to leave.

References: Last Comic Standing was a comedy competition show.