Sacrifice of a Song

I'm walking down these steps in a lecture hall, papers in my hand. It's not too big a lecture hall but it's still sizeable. When I get to the front of the room, I stand in front of the desk and begin to speak. But halfway through, I realize that everyone is staring at me like I've grown a second head. I'm doing my presentation in English, but it's a French class. I look down at my papers but they look like absolute gibberish. And that's when I wake up.

...Anxiety, whoo. Why does this feel like some sort of pre-cursor to the conference? ...

Trying to condense the paper and separate it into comprehensible sections is not my favorite thing to do. On the other hand, I do like making websites and playing with color schemes & layouts. However, I can't go crazy on this since 1) it's academic 2) there's already a unifying format. So I don't get to play with photoshop as much as I would have liked. Oh well. Still, making a website about anime is fun. I'm enjoying the choices I have to choose between, on images and what text. Although I think much of it is not coming out as clearly as I would want, or maybe I just think it's absolutely babble but it makes perfect sense to other people.

Anyway, hoping the site turns out okay...

I'm in the gymnasium of a some sort of school, and it resembles my high school gym except that the walls have mirrors on them. I think they're double-sided, like the ones they use in investigation rooms. Anyway, there are a bunch of girls and guys with me and we're playing basketball when suddenly the lights flash on and off. From the corner of my eye, I see this girl, very pale, dressed in gray, and she's pointing at the girl next to me. She mimes something, gesturing wildly. Before I can figure out what she's trying to get across, she disappears and the lights return to normal. Only there is steam across all the mirrored walls, as if we had all been in a sauna. And that's when I wake up.

I woke up with the eerie feeling that I'd been in some sort of experimental facility, but you know, that might have been due to the book I was reading before I went to bed. Or even the show I was watching for several hours that evening. I keep telling myself this but I have to really stop staying up late reading/watching stuff if it's going to give me weird dreams. On the other hand, it's helpful because I actually have dreams to write on this thing instead of having to hit up my friends, haha.