So it’s starting to look like I’m going to have quite a few dreams about Mr. Shaant Hicikyan. Oh boy. I had one last night. It was pretty intense. Haha. I liked it. It was actually 2 dreams. I woke up and then had another dream about him, which doesn’t usually happen. But I’ll start with the first. The details are a little murky, but that’s alright.
It was the night of yet another Cute Is What We Aim For concert and I somehow got to be backstage and in Shaant’s dressing room, where on the mirror, there was a piece of paper with song lyrics taped on there. The song resembled one of the ones in my church’s Christmas pageant, which is kinda weird, but it was still a cool song since it was tweaked. I started singing it, and of course, since it was a dream, I was amazing. Well, I was somehow really good friends with Shaant and we hatched this plan that at the end of their set I would sing to him and then he would join in. I seemed to think that it was the most amazing plan ever and we told Cute’s manager and he was like, “Oh, Okay.” So then I went an sat down for the beginning of the concert and I did’t have my backstage pass with me so I was freaking out that I wouldn’t be able to get back there to sing. And I was going through the lines of the song in my head to make sure I could do it on stage and then I forgot one. I freaked out even more. I was so freaked out that I had go pee. Really bad. Luckily, there were bathroom stalls right in the middle of the concert hall…? I think that part of the dream just mean that I had to pee for real, cuz when I woke up I did… But anywho… I never did get to the part where I was on stage, but that was that.
The second dream was this: I was at home, and for some reason, Shaant showed up at my door. My dad was sleeping, so I invited him in and we just chilled for a while. He was pretty impressed that I didn’t treat hime like some sort of rockstar so we just kinda hung out and MySpaced and stuff. We checked his and he was so pissed that his page was uneven. Haha idk, that’s pretty random. So then he layed down next to me and we watched a movie. I guess I was being a creep and tried to grab his hand and he was like, “Nah, everyone does that to me. I’ll be at the movies and every girl tries to. It’s annoying.” So we didn’t hold hands. But I did smack his butt…? And he was like, “Woah, ouch. Don’t do it so hard. You can tap it if you want, but don’t smack it. It’s sore from everyone else who does it.” So I tapped his butt…? Then it was about 6:30 so I told him we’d better head to his show. So we went and for some reason it was like half dinner-half concert. My family was having dinner, but I still wanted to walk him to his show. So we were walking down the hallway and he had his arm around me and I had mine around him and for some reason our vision went all pixelated… I imagine that’s what it would be like if we were on ’shrooms. So we got to the autitorium part of the place to the door of the dressing room and I was like, “Well… goodbye forever, I guess. ):” And he gave me a hug and gave me some necklace with a purple heart on it. And that was it for seeing Shaant Hicikyan. Then I got back to my dinner table and sat down at the corner of it looking all sad while my aunt inspected the necklace and commented on how expensive it looked. And while I was looking down at my hands all sad-like, some random narrator’s voice said, “And there it was. In the end, the rockstar would forever be in love with the younger girl.” The end.
Sounds like a movie. It kinda was like one. I woke up and thought, “Wow that would make a good book or movie…” I should write a manuscript or a screenplay or something. I could make millions!







