Weird Dream

But first..

Heppy Birfday, blackfelicula!!

OK, now I'm going to get as much of my dream as I can before it dissolved into the abyss of my memory.
The dream started off fairly "normally": I was a kid in a high school of some sort, just trying to get by, do my homework etc. but there was a teacher at the school, a guy (then later a girl, maybe), who was trying to make everyone think I'm insane and freaky and etc. I got the respect back of my English teacher and some female teacher who was maybe Math by being sane and logical and making well-thought out points and sort of got the respect of some of my old friends back, before the demon attacked.
Said old friends didn't realize that the male teacher was the one out to get me so mentioned the two teachers who had been converted back to thinking I was OK and that they thought I was OK again. And then he sent a Cthulhu like tentacle demon after them to kill them.

Switch to next dream which is so filled with MY particular brand of pop culture that I'm not sure what to make of it.
I'm in a restaurant with "my dad" (some decent guy not at all like my real father) and this guy arrives, a Ravenclaw Don Juan out to charm all the ladies and he launches into some sort of musical number, whilst I and the guy I'm eating dinner with roll our eyes. ANd then he offers us dinner and begs us to eat it and despite the fact that I'm full and that we're making comments about we have no idea how long it'll stay down, I eat it.
Then he presents his wife, a Slytherin with SOME important connection to You Know Who and I look at her once and she's BAD, EVIl, TERRIBLE. So I go back to my father and am like "I know this guy (the Ravenclaw) is like a relative and all, but... do we have to have anything to do with him?"
And we're going home and listening to some sort of radio station in his pickup that plays only telephone conversations or CB conversations.
Anyways, apparently I do have to deal with the Ravenclaw and Slyherein still, because Slytherin is some sort of model and she has PLANS for me. Evil, terrible plans filled with actual blood.
Then there's a chase seen. I'm running along corridors of.. livejournal (as if it were a building and the rooms led to different lj entries or people, I'm not sure which), ducking in and out of different people's livejournal entries. Most of the entries have links to other entries (that look like doors to me) and some we run through and others are locked.
Meanwhile, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw aren't after just me, but a bunch of other kids, so we're running away and trying to keep ahead.
At one point, we get to a door we can't open and we're trapped in an entry so we beg some sort of fairy or angel to let us into the protected entry of a royalty (I think we've just switched to MU** logic now, but.. whatever) and he lets us in and three of us hide in the entry (me under the bed of some sort of princess or something).
Then a camera starts peeking through the window, some blue contraption with an apparently endless hoist and it sees me and there's some common by the Slytherein about "Oh, look, Dance Dance Howard" (I'm currently hiding under the bed with a towel or something in front of my face, but the camera can clearly see the rest of me." And I know I'm caught and go running again.
This time, I'm running through music videos and hide in some Barenaked Ladies video. The music is, I think, Pinch Me, but their outfits are from "Too Little, Too Late" and we're in some sort of steamed up lockerroom. I hide in a metal locker-type thing, certain they can't see me, but there's no roof and soon enough, the camera comes and peaks over the top of the locker and I'm had.
There's a brief scuffle into a scuffle of some sort where I see (yes, I'm serious) Kings of Chaos: in Linux form as well as a Lawn version of the game for 14 people.
And then I see another exit and I run for it, ending up in a room with three other captives, including Millie from Ozy and Millie (poor kid, i was thinking to myself). And then the Slytherin has caught me and there's blood on her cheeks and she looks pleased that I'm trapped with her other captives.
And then, I wake up.

What an ODD dream.
OK, time to eat quickly and run to school. I just wanted to type out that dream.

On the nature of Friendship

Today's been an.. interesting day.
In good news, the car is back and the brakes are fixed. Yay! ^^
In less than necessarily good news, I've been doing some thinking about friendship.

See, it started with Alana's post about whether or not we have any idea how many kids are in Tash's class. It was a small detail and the type of thing I'd probably never remember in my own life, forget anyone else's.
But that's not really the point. Nor is the point that I suggested that Alana had not, in fact, ever posted the number of people in Tash's class and she had (albeit only three times in the past year.)
The point came down to the realization that more times than not, when Alana writes her sometimes typically long posts, I generally skim over them and try to get the general gist, the point. And it occurs to me, having talked to her many times about how I don't get her, that maybe this is part of why.
Yes, it's true, on the other hand I do tend to talk to her nearly every day on AIM and we talk about... pretty much everything.
But does that make her a Friend or does that make her someone I feel I can talk to? Are the two seperable?

See, on one hand if someone like ecwoodburn were to type up a four page post about how life has been, I'd probably eventually read every word, possibly multiple times. So why the difference?
Alana put the finger on it. it's about priorities.

And so I got to thinking.. why do some journals have higher priority to me than others. There are, without a doubt, a few levels of journal readership. Some I don't read at all anymore, or if I do, it's something brief and concised. Some I read when I don't feel rushed for times. Some I read near constantly.
I was talking to ecwoodburn and she brought up something I hadn't really considered at the point. How often do I see the people I see?
And so here it goes... my best friends, those that I read constantly.. are people I have a "Real Life" connection to. People I've met, felt that connection, and still see on a semi-regular basis.
It used to be that I'd rate real life friendships along with online relationships, but I have to concede that online relationships aren't as good and emotionally fulfilling as a real life relationship.
I'm not saying that those people I see on a regular basis are, simply on that basis alone, better friends than those I never see, but that those frienships that move out of cyberspace and into real life touch me deeper than those that have never touched real life.
And, I guess that's a bit surprising to me, because I'd always considered relationships in cyberspace to be on par to those that weren't.

So, anyways, yeah...maybe make that another reason why you need to meet me again, dustkitten.