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//:--- Artist: Beastie Boys
//:--- Year: 2005
//:--- Album: To The 5 Boroughs
//:--- Song: Ch-Check it Out
~~~> Mood: Confused?
~~~> Currently: Entertained
~~~> Wants: To get a psychoanalysis xDD
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I wonder...if it's a bad thing to have dreams this weird. Like, am I a psycho? eek Maybe I have some sort of weird mental illness.
Either that or I need to stop stimulating my brain entirely. Maybe...
Anywho...the extremely long dream starts with me sitting in my room. My mom comes upstairs to tell me that my English teacher has come to see me. And I'm thinking, "WTF?" So I walk downstairs, go the the door and I'm met with a contradictory image of my teacher. I mean, she's an old lady. Not some crazed school teacher who goes aroud harassing her best students. She says, quite randomly, "Now, you shouldn't be writing all those fantasy and fictional books! You should be writing things like reports, essays and journals instead!" At this point, I'm past wondering why she's at my house and thinking she actually meant to check herself into a mental hospital but got lost.
I tell her, "Well...actually, I'd rather not. I do that kind of stuff in school enough. Wait, what are you talking about? I've never written any books." Whatever happend between the time I started saying that and when I was done, I don't think she heard anything accept 'I'd rather not.' She grabs me by the shoulders and says, "Well, if I can't convince you, I know someone who can." I'm going, "Oh boy...what am I in for now?" So we walk a few blocks away from my house to this friend of hers, and go in. This other lady I've never known, one of those people your mind makes up out of thin...thin...brain tissue.
She's just as maniacal as my teacher. She goes on ranting about the same stuff as my teacher had been, and goes on to say that I could be rich, etc. etc. I got tired of listening or something, and decided to turn to leave. Somehow on the way in I'd missed her taste in..."foliage". 'Cause there was a tree made of breadsticks in the corner. I'm not making this up...I swear. >_______>; And there were people climbing all over it and eating it. Just as I have my hand on the doorknob, I'm intercepted by this lady's daughter, who starts rambling on and on about Oprah Winfrey and the show COPS. I shove her out of the way and start down the block towards home.
I'm about a block away when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around to see my teacher running after me, shouting, "Hannah! Wait! Wait up! Don't go! I can still convince you, I know it!" I'm freaked out. Seriously. Not just that I could never in a million years imagine her running like that, but more of, "OMFG there's a crazy woman after me!" I turn and run, still hearing her calling me. I lose her somewhere, and start to walk again. Then I hear someone honk the horn of their car. I'm pissed now, and I turn around and yell, "For the love of...WOULD YOU STOP FOLLOWING ME!" Here I'm thinking my teacher got desperate and stole a car or something, but I see that it's actually a very handsome man in a Corvette Stingray.
He pulls up next to me and asks if I'm alright, and if I need a ride home. Now, in real life I'd say no. But c'mon. I was traumatized. So I said sure, and I guess my family all left to go somewhere else, and we end up going to Mr. Corvette's house. Which looks more like a giant white treehouse. We go inside, and everything is painted white there too, and there's papers littered everywhere. He also has a giant blue mecha in the corner. He tells me he's glad I'm okay, and that if I need anything just to ask. I'm relieved. Because my teacher chasing me truly did have me freaked out. That's about where that half of the dreams ends.
I'll write part two later. xD
 Einhaender · Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 08:22pm · 0 Comments |
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