I had another bizarre dream. This one was just plain weird.
Apparently I was watching too much Animal Planet before bed or something but I had a dream that I was trying to save a bunch of baby animals from poachers in Africa and I jumped inside of a hovercraft, animals in the back, and none other than Kelly was in the passenger seat and she just kept telling me to drive and not screw up as a bunch of angry African poachers with rifles chased us.
Heh, interesting. In my dreams I used to die a horrible death or get into a scary situation, but nowadays I'm an accomplished opera singer in my dreams. I can't sing at all when I'm awake, but I'm brilliant in my sleep. I haven't heard such a good rendition of La Donna è Mobile
as the one I sang in my sleep last night for a long time. All my friends who were there were rather impressed as well. At least it was an aria for tenors this time round, unlike last week, when I sung a famous aria for sopranos, O Mio Babbino Caro
, in a tenor voice. That was a bit weird. With Schubert's Die Forelle
, which I sang in my dreams last week, last night's episode brings my nocturnal repetoire to three songs. Perhaps this awful pertussis that's been buggering me for weeks has anything to do with it.
Ah, dreams. They truly are magical.