Thursday, September 30, 2004

   Strangely Cool Dream
As stated in the subject, I had a really wierd yet cool dream last night. It started with me in the classroom with several familiar faces from school. Catherine was sitting behind me and this girl, Erica, who sits on the other side of the room in my Government class, was sitting beside her. Now, Erica is a loud person. That's a fact. So, in my dream, I got a new book or something and I passed it back to Catherine to let her see. Well, Erica started a cat fight cause she wanted to see it first. [Yesterday I had been observing how much Erica acts like a little kid, must be Aries Sun or Aries Rising, either that or Leo, but that's probably what brought about the cat fight.] So I finally got tired of it and tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Would you please stop being rude?" She stopped. Then I guess the class ended and I walked toward the front of the room to leave. Then the building turned into something of a police station. I walked through these barred fronts and some of the guys from my CAD class started giving chase. I, of course, ran like hell. Night fell unusually quickly, and soon I couldn't see barely anything in front of me. They were still after me, [I guess I stole something, I had the feeling of being a great thief and told myself I'd never let myself get caught, but I really felt anxious] but they couldn't see me that well. Since I'd spent so much time in the dark, my eyes adjusted better to the darkness than theirs did, but it was still hard to see. The only person left was Steven, who actually isn't in my CAD class, but he's a kid I've known even from my old school. He wasn't trying very hard to catch me, he was just yell-talking back to everyone else while the sun came up and I was running down a very curvy strolling area that was like a park, cause the sidewalk was lined by trees. I kept running, starting to feel tired and kept looking behind me to see if he was gaining. He was still moving at a decent pace even though he was only walking. I was more or less jogging now because I was exhausted, and I was anxious to get myself out of site. Finally I went around a corner that got me out of that area and to an intersection. I ran down a backroad that led to the city area and kept running on the left side. In my mind I was begging for a car to come so I could get a ride, so I was sort of hitch-hiking. I got worried that they'd catch me before a car would come, because none were coming. Finally a car came and I ran right in front of it. They stopped and I assumed they got the idea that I wanted a ride, so I climbed into the back seat with their daughter, who seemed depressed. They brought me to their home, which was huge, glamarous. There was a chandelier hanging on the front porch and it was 2 or 3 stories and there was a huge pool off to the side. I might draw a picture of it, I'll never forget it though. Even in my dream I was shocked, "THIS is your summer house?!" I remember exclaiming. Someone said, "Yes, this is our house." I ran over to the pool with the little girl and she asked if I wanted to go swimming, she suddenly seemed really excited and happy. She said she was waiting for her brother to come, and I assumed he lived with a different family or something. I thought I'd grow close to the girl and she'd start being a normal, happy little girl. Then we walked inside and I woke up. It was sort of like one of those feel good movies but it was inspiring. I think I'd like to write a story about it. I guess it was Akeifa who gave me the idea that I was a thief. It was thrilling though, to think of myself as one of the greatest thieves of all time and to have to escape from a prison [which is what I think I did].
Today in CAD class we're doing our egg-drop experiment. I'm not sure how well my container will be graded originality wise. I used a pre-made box... I figured it'd close best that way, but now that I think about it I could of used curtain things I've seen in Cim's sewing box to make the lid openable and closeable.
Debate tonight! It will be interesting. It's coming on pretty late though, but tomorrow's Friday so who cares? I do get rather careless at the end of the week. I probably shouldn't but, even when I do get careless, I never stay up past 11. I just can't do that. Which is understandable after a 17 hour day [sometimes more obviously].
I need to print my idea for a graphic novel for Patrick to read. He wanted to hear about it so I need to go do that, see if the idea is any good.

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