Dream Spirit's Dreams

Oof.  Tough question.  I'm not a music geek like, you know, Trivia Boy (I'll talk about him another time, so boring, such boring dreams).  But I do know what I like.

Barenaked Ladies is probably my favorite band.  Two of their songs are among my favorites: 'Who Needs Sleep' and 'When You Dream'.  Who could have guessed, right?  Right?  I'm just saying.  I also like Fall Out Boy a lot.  They play a song that Dryad and I love to listen to called 'Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Tonight?'.  
 
Our Song, though, is Evanescence -- 'My Immortal'.  Man, could we have picked a song that more people call their song?

My parents are immigrants from the Soviet Union.  They defected shortly before communism collapsed.  Dad teaches folklore at the University of Michigan.  Mom was a child psychologist before I was born, but left work to take care of me and my sister.  I reference them here as Dad and Mom.  Like, duh.

My little sister is seven years old, blonde and adorable.  She has terrible nightmares that require my attention frequently.  When she was two years old a man attempted to kidnap her.  I call her Little Kitten.

My dog is a yellow lab.  He's getting up there in years but he still acts like a puppy when I come home.  His name is Loppy -- I don't think you'd have much luck tracking me through my dog's name, so that's the real name.  Ha!

My girlfriend is the dryad of a willow tree from the forest near my school.  She's a senior.  She's also one of the hottest girls at school.  Score!  But I go out with her because we're both spirits, and we just clicked.  I love her very much.  I call her Dryad here.  'Cause, you know, she is one.

My best friend at school is a ghost, but that's a secret so don't tell anybody (like you could).  She was born like two hundred years ago and the school's necromancer summoned her into being without even asking if it was okay with her.  She's cute, mischievous and fun, and doesn't want anybody to know what she really is 'til she has a chance to scare the daylights out of them.  She's Ghostie.

My roommate plays football and really isn't all that happy with his powers just yet.  I think he might be a mutant or something.  He shakes things.  I know, sounds lame.  Call him Vibes.

More later.

From Dreamboy's scrapbook, dated August 28, 2007

Three torn tickets to the Michigan state fair.

A cactus needle.

A picture of Dreamboy, Dryad and Little Kitten on the Log Flume ride.