a teahouse inside my head.

So I very rarely have dreams on a normal school night, I just don't get enough sleep to be rested enough to remember my dreams. Until now I thought the only way to combat this was to go to bed around 9, which I doubt will happen again for the rest of the school year considering my workload. This was until last night... I had a dream and I remember a large chunk of it pretty well. I stayed up quite late last night and I was stressed so it can't have anything to do with being well rested. Then it hit me what was different about last night. I was listing to music! I always need some sort of background noise so I'm always playing some sort of "meditation" music when I'm falling asleep, but yesterday I listened to this rather sad and calm mix CD I had made. That is the only thing I could think of effecting me, lyrics. I'm not sure if this would make any difference at all, and one night isn't enough of a test for sure, but it might help. Needless to say, I'm listening to the CD again tonight.

Dream 1: Woodshop + Tumblr + Party?
There were three sections to this dream, and I have no idea what order they went in because they weren't really cohesive. I'll just post the parts in seperate paragraphs.

-I was with two girls that I am okay friends with (in real life they kind of hate each other, or just mutually dislike). They were kneeling next to a bed on opposite sides in a purple room. They each had pieces of wood about the size of a paperback book in front of them. I think they were supposed to be decorating them but they were both very plain, if not completly plain. These weren't supposed to be art though, they had some purpose. There were other people making these too, also kneeling against the bed, about 15 people in total (it was a really long bed). I walked into what felt like a class and the "teacher" (who was standing in the middle of the bed pacing back and forth) told me I would have to catch up.

-The same two friends were on the website tumblr making a blog (this segment of the dream will make more sense if you are familiar with tumblr). I asked if I could reblog photos with them. They said no. I walked over to these two boys I'm friends with (I have no idea where we were). They said I could post on tumblr with them.
(this shows how totally and embarassingly I am addicted to tumblr)

-I was at a party with one of the girls from the other dreams and both of the boys. We were outside on some sort of patio and there were lights strung between the trees. The boys had one glass bottle between the two of them and I had a glass bottle that looked identical. The bottles looked like the kind you would fill with colored sand and closed with corks. They were both filled with a clear (possibly slightly pink tinted, probably alcoholic) liquid. I asked them if they wanted to mix them even though they were the same thing. They said no. Then the two boys started talking about some game like World of Warcraft.