Last night I dreamed in technicolor. It changed my world in some small and insignificant way. I dreamed about a football spoof. It started a lot like longest yard. One high school student set out to create an entire football team based of size and personality, and for some reason they chose a newbie, rookie, nerdy, curly haired 80's kid to be their star wide reciever. I'm sure he would have been a great movie to watch but at this point the dream swapped up.

The first game of this football team was somehow a competition for everything. while the football team was playing there were band nerds everywhere and apparently a choir competition across the street (which apparently was not part of either school but right next to two universities with the same name). At this point I came into the dream, as a member of the choir. I was walking around looking at all the short skirts (because even the band was wearing cheerleader uniforms I think) when this little blonde bombshell walked up to me wearing a short black skirt (and black panties, though I think I only know this because of my brooding libido and its yearning desire for x-ray vision) and began commenting on how she always wanted one of those short skirts. I talked with her a while and she cooed back to me in a soft irish brogue (which apparently was why she made the movie). Then the loud speaker announced that the choir was to head across the street.

As we organized into sections and marched across the street we came to what we thought was an aweful prank by the other schools (and it was never clerified but as far as I know it was). The building we were to perform in was a bombed out hollow shell with grafity everywhere. most of the choir simply stopped and staired, but I moved forward to get a better look. I walked into the debree and saw a spiral staircase sweeping down, and looking down I saw this fantastic, scaping wall of uniform abstract grafity, and architectural shape. The whole building suddenly looked like some forgotten temple of inexplicably beautiful natural art.

I was swept away by the inherent beauty of something so worthless to everyone else, and as everyone else began to realize the beauty of this place...

My alarm went off.

What do you dream for me?

What do you see in this place,

this Temple to creativism.

What is reflected in my face,

my eyes,

my heart?

How do you shair your visions?