Book of Dreams

I'm so ticked at myself! I woke up after a few dreams last night but I was too lazy to record them down in my journal, thinking I would just do it in the morning. Now I can't remember them. I only remember the most recent one I had.

I am in choir talking with Alla, a girl I haven't spoken to since middle school, and ask her if she'll be continuing choir this year (which is weird, because she isn't, and never was, in choir to begin with). She says she's only doing concert choir this year, and we take our seats. The choir director has written a list of songs we are going to sing on the board, one of which is Pretty Women from Sweeney Todd. My friend Jessica and I sing along, and I see this kid Matt, also not in choir and I haven't been friends with him since freshman year, and he's watching me. I start singing a little too loudly, and the music stops. I am staring at my lap, and look up to find everyone, including the director, staring at me and giving me a dirty look.