tartuffe is not worth my thursdays

I've decided to take a different direction with my blog and make it into a chronicle of what I can remember of the dreams I had the night before.

Two things I remember about this one:
1) Jill and MacKenzie are girls who I know in real life, but in this dream they were girls I didn't know that just had the faces of Jill and MacKenzie. I was ordering something and turned to see them looking at me, followed by suggestive smiling and giggling to each other. So, of course, I put my "I'm sexy" drive in full speed lol. That's all I remember of that.

2) A girl (who doesn't actually exist) was in my voice studio class (in a room that looks more like the University of Michigan than Blair) was singing one of my Poulenc pieces from this semester (C'est ainsi que tu es). The top of her voice in the song was immaculate (and I woke up before I could tell her that) but she was being kind of inward about her singing when Retzlaff told her to buck up.

She immediately started overdramatizing and all I really remember is her straddling the guy beside Dr. Retzlaff, caressing his face to the line (voila c'est ton portait c'est ainsi que tu es).