[Kitsa]

I just dreamed that I was involved again with a show I used to be a part of. Everything about me was the same as it was then (small and skinny, fit in my costume), except that I couldn't sing, which is my current situation.

They were having one of their big "go-throughs" in what looked like the science lab of some big university (lots of black basalt lab tables surrounded with everyone I'd known), the male leads of the show being made a big deal of when they deigned to show up, as usual. The male lead I'd known best came in and started singing something about how he hoped I was up to the challenge. I was trying to think of something smartass to sing back and then realized I couldn't sing so I laughed to cover it up and sat back down.

Later on I made a bento and my mom gave me some sort of weird pastel greeting card that was covered in scripty text and said something about "congratulations on your mild bento" and sorry about the tumor in the something-or-other "lobeliosa".

I asked what the hell she was talking about and she cried and ran off. Somehow she knew, someone explained to me, that the reason I couldn't sing was a brain tumor in my something-lobeliosa. (There's no part in the brain called lobeliosa, and I can't sing irl because my throat was radiated and the quality has dropped over the years).

I woke up terrified that I'd had a brain tumor recurrance. Lovely dream it was.

Where do these fucking things come from?