Ahem. Right. K gave me the 1997 Broadway Cast Recording of The Lion King. This is probably a dangerous act.

OK, on to Highly's Weird Dreams, This Time Suitably Incomprehensible!

In, oh, I think it was first year, I had a few recurring dreams about finding that I had to go back to school to finish my HSC, despite being half-way through my university degree. Turning eighteen, growing up to be a Serious Senior kind of student, and all that, did away with that particular dream.

Until now. This time, I

a) found myself living at home and singing in my father's band. Yeah, don't ask me.
b) was going back to school to finish the HSC, but simultaneously trying to finish my thesis. The vast numbers of books I had to carry around for this required two backpacks. I had panic attacks about conflicting assessment schedules, in the course of which I...
c) somehow got a book stuck under the brake pedal and nearly caused my mother to have a car accident. My mother was cross about this and not very sympathetic about my assessment crises.
d) tried very, very hard to convince the Deputy Principal, who isn't even AT the school anymore, to stage BARE as the school musical for the year. On waking up, this caused me to die of hilarity. My school did make a point of staging religious musicals... *coughsnort* BARE is very liturgical!

All of this was happening in jerky discontinuous snippets, in between which I was dreaming that I was Jason (who, mysteriously, was carrying MY thesis around), and he/I was perving on the boys in my brother's grade. Or, really, being disappointed in the lack of perving material, since they were all looking a lot younger and less attractive than they ACTUALLY ARE.¹

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1. Not that I would check out my brother's friends. I swear.