Monday, May 22, 2006

It's a very freaky dream.. the kind you don't take home to Mothaaah
I had the weirdest dream ever last night. (I'm typing this right after I wake up so I don't forget it) It was all from first person, but... it was from five different people's eyes. At different times, obviously. First I had bought a big ball of kittens. It was weird, because it was kinda like a melon and it hatched anywhere from one to four kittens. I bought it at the grocery store. I also got four kittens out of it. Yeeeeah buddy. So then I start freaking out cause they were just born and I'm at home on lunch and I have to get back to school, and I revert to some school I've used in an old dream. But since they were just born they need special care, so I pack them up and take them with me, leaving behind my two older cats (my "boys" as you know them), since they're fine. I get on my bicycle with a friend of mine, and apparently there's some fine I have to pay for being late, and I don't have any money. So I bring along something to sell. Unfortunately, my friend starts yelling about how I stole it from my parents. And I'm like "Dude! They have two! It's a litter scooper!" How I expected to get $26 (the fee) out of a litter scooper I have NO idea. I also don't know why I didn't just stay home. Maybe there was a bigger fee?
Scene change. I've turned into the mother of a teenage boy, and she doesn't know where he is; he ran away. I start complaining about how I've been having this nightmare lately, when suddenly it starts happening as I narrate it. This spirit of a girl flies in through the door and starts attacking me. Somehow I know there are in total six of these girls, not all here at the same time though.
First person change: I am now the spirit of the girl. I start attacking the woman and then somehow I am attacking her son instead. She screams "Nooooooooooooooooooo!" and starts trying to fight me off of him, because he's unconscious.
First person change: I'm the mother again. I notice a light blue band on the kid's wrist; it's all twisted. Somehow I know that if I untwist it, he'll live. So I just try to pull it off, and he starts to die. So I'm like, well crap, of course it wouldn't be that easy. So I start untwisting it superfast and when I finally get it done, the spirit of the girl dies. I'm all relieved and I look at my work (the bracelet) and I see in horror that it's broken. I look at my son and scream.
Scene change: I'm the kid with the kittens again. My friend wants to stop at his house. So we get there and he opens the door and out of the corner of my eye I see some purple waving, and I just KNOW that it's the body of the mother. Somehow she's been lynched after living that dream. Maybe the girl did it, or maybe she hanged herself. It's not explained, but super creepy. Suddenly I'm like "Shit. I got to get my cats; I don't want them home alone when freaky shit like this is happening." And my friend is all too happy to get out of there, so we go get my cats (I'm assuming we've contacted the appropriate authorities), and we're trying to ride our bikes while holding two kennels. We're going back to school. (Maybe I should just pay my fine in kittens!)
Scene change. I'm the kid's friend's older brother. Or should I say, the mother's son. You recall the melon full o' kittens? Well, I have apparently gotten one of those full o' ladies. So suddenly I start tackling these girls, and then rescuing them so they'll like me. (Here there starts a first person change of every minute or two. I'm also one of these girls, the first one who existed, and the first to get tackled.) Don't ask for logic here, I don't get it either. Then again, I'm not really a teenage boy. Guess how many? Go on, guess. That's right. Six. And they're all wearing pink T-shirts that say "Jennifer" in orange letters across the front. Identical. They all start to see what I'm doing and start plotting, because they're mad. After I finish tackling each one, they walk behind me, laughing and giggling. I think it's cause they like me. As the girl, I think it's much worse, see; we're giggling because we're PLANNING WAYS TO KILL HIM.
THE END! Or rather, as the French say, "Fin."
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