Ouch!

This morning I had another crazy dream.

I was rehearsing for youth theatre, and for some reason we had another mix-up in the building schedule (long story, but UGH!) and so we had to move rehearsal to someone's house. However, the house wasn't big enough, so I had to take the oldest group out into the street. We set up chairs near an intersection, and started rehearsing.

At one point, one of the girls (who drives me NUTS in reality) started telling another girl how to sing her solo. I ignored it at first, but then I realized that the recipient of the "voice lesson" was getting really annoyed. So, I announced that I could hear somebody coaching somebody else, and it wasn't their place. If I found out who it was, I was going to give them a strike. The other kids don't like her, so they all ratted her out. I told her she had a strike, and that if I caught her doing it again, I'd give her two strikes, resulting in three strikes and being dismissed for the day.

We got back to rehearsing, and the girl suddenly got up and started walking toward the house where the other groups were rehearsing. I asked her where she was going, and she didn't stop to tell me. I threatened to give her a strike, and she stopped for a second. She bent down, picked up some gravel off the street and threw it at me. A chunk of rock hit me right next to my left eye, and it stung like crazy. I told her that she got two strikes for that. She ran into the house, and I left the other group practicing their song so I could chase her down.

I got in the house, where Lori (the director) was videotaping kids running down the hall for some reason. It was very chaotic, but I found Aimee (one of the producers) sitting in a chair near the hall watching the running kids. I asked her if she'd seen the little brat, and she said that she had. I asked if she had told her how she'd thrown rocks at me, and Aimee appeared shocked as she said she didn't know.

Then my alarm went off. I woke up, and I kid you not, the side of my face next to my left eye stung. I hate when this happens. It's too Nightmare on Elm Street for my taste.

The moral of the story: don't mess with the socially inept kids. They may grow up to become Freddy Krueger.

And now, the most cheesy "musical tribute" video I've ever found on YouTube. Enjoy!