It was a normal day at the campus radio station. The rooms looked surprisingly similar to the way they actually look, though the classroom that the radio class meets in was kind of merged with the production studio, and now it had a balcony. And there had been a horse in there for a while. We asked the prof about it, and he said it was some kind of social experiment that didn't as well as they had planned. I stayed in the dark studio running the show, which I somehow knew how to do, even though I remembered not knowing how to work this room. I think my brain tried to fix that later by adding another part to the room and saying it was just that part I didn't figure out.
As the prof and the others who were talking on the air stopped talking, music started to fade in of its own accord. I was supposed to adjust the sliders to make sure it always stayed right around 0 dB, but none of the VU meters looked like I was used to, and I couldn't tell if it was right, and it seemed like it was too quiet. I considered going into the other room to check the meter there, but I didn't for some reason.
Some stuff probably happened in between here, and then there was another guy there, who I think was an actual guy I know at college. He pointed out that the CDs Tyler brought (Tyler's another guy at college, though I think he's graduating today) didn't work or were disintegrating or something. I was glad I didn't use them. Someone, maybe me, asked this guy what he thought of Tyler, and as he started talking, Tyler walked in.
A little later, a horror movie starring Ashton Kutcher was finishing up on the computer in the studio. Ashton was walking away from the monsters into the set of That 70s Show, annoyed at the monsters for taking so long to die. Then it seamlessly became a preview for another movie, as he turned around and TV snow was reflected in his eyes, representing some kind of monster that was going to possess him and everyone else who looked at the snow. The trailer warned, in a thingie looking like the "Press Escape to exit full-screen mode" thingie on YouTube videos, that this movie was "for viewtive viewers only" because the snow might hurt your eyesight or something.
Since my shift was over, I walked out of the studio, which was now suddenly in the exact place on campus it really is (I think it had been in a different building before). On the way out, I noticed that a computer there was logged into Facebook on Lizard Dude's account (and his name was just Lizard Dude), and after leaving, I wondered why I hadn't used that opportunity for something. I figured there would probably be legal penalties for it, but I wondered, as I opened the doors and noticed that one was always more open than the other, how they would prove it was me anyway. Once I was outside, I figured it was probably close to time for anime club, but I didn't have any clocks on me. I ran back inside and looked at a clock on the wall, which said it was 7 PM, meaning I was an hour late. Since it was a dream, I warped there instantly, and for some reason instead of watching Gurren Lagaan, we were reading a post on Ken Jennings's blog. He talked about how so many people who never cared about beauty pageants now are paying attention because of Carrie Prejean, and tied it into a wider, macro drinking game where you carry a bottle of your choice and a shot glass and take a shot every time someone cares about something they didn't care about for some reason.
I woke up somewhere around here, and it really was just after 7 PM.
Somewhere in there, the girl I had a crush on in junior high (and tried to do something about, though it wasn't at all reciprocated) had written a song about her life. The style was quite upbeat despite the emoness of the content. She performed it for us live through YouTube somehow. One verse was about me, how I was shallow and didn't understand love and didn't think about others but was kind of a good guy. I was happy, because it felt like all the apologies I had wanted to make were in there. I wanted to hear the song again to write down the lyrics, so I made a mental note to look for it on her Facebook later. But then I woke up.
Also somewhere in there, I found Weegee on YouTube, and most of his videos seemed to be animations illustrating very odd, though doctrinally sound, Christian allegories. One, which looked kind of Seussian, was about some kind of legless floating land whale who suddenly grew a line of hair vertically down its body, and the only way to get rid of the hair was to attach it all to a palm tree and burn the tree down. The hair represents sin, the whale represents us, the tree represents Christ, etc.
I also remember there being four pages of recent unread topics on here, and I woke up humming Wishmaster by Nightwish, with a memory of having sung "this rifle" instead of "disciple," like in that one misheard lyrics vid, so that was probably in there too.
tl;dr: A horse. Ashton Kutcher. Lizard Dude. Unrequited love. Jesus.
