Friday, September 14, 2007

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I'm bored and I'm going to be in class for nine hours. I think I'm going to as a bunch of really weird scenerio questions dealing with dreams. Not many people see this site so I'm pretty safe.

1. Have you ever had a dream or feeling that didn't go away?
2. Or, have you ever had a dream when you were little only to have the exact same dream years later?
3. What if you were never in your dreams but were in the reaccuring ones?
4. Now, what if the dreams you appear in some how reflected into the world?
5. If you had a similar dream the last three nights and it wasn't a good dream, what would you think? Would you chalk it up to TV or being influenced by the outside world in some way? (With me I decided it was because I stopped writing for the time being.)
6. Okay, what if after having flashes of all three versions of the similar dreams you woke up feeling sick? Would you think much of that or just dcide it was because you hated Fridays?
7. Finally, what if the dreams had to do with someone(s) being killed or nearly killed at your work, neighborhood, or school? Would you go to work or school?

I say this because humans have these brains that have a lot of untapped power. Anyone can have precognitive senses. Some of it has to do with just being intune to your surroundings. You hear phrases like 'women's intuition' and 'mother's senses', that's the same thing. I've never heard one that applied to a guy, sorry guys.

So, a few nights ago I had a dream (I'm shocked because I've got insomnia) and I was in it. I'm never in my dreams because I use them more for writing. When I'm in a dream it means I've finally gotten to sleep, at long last. So, in this dream, I was at school and I think it was a Wednsday. I was walking down the hall to get out of there and someone starts shooting. I freak out and duck, then see the guy. He comes out of a room in front of me. I take out my pocket knife and stab him in the neck as hard as I can.

Well, I woke up and decided I should start writing again because Mirror Image was obviously messing with my dreams. I close my eyes again and I'm back at school, on a Wednsday in the same spot. This time the guy's coming towards me because he hadn't yet entered the room. He pulls out his gun but he's so close that I knock his arm up and again, stab him in the neck.

I passed that off as the dream just trying to finish. So, I forget about it, do stuff for the day, and then go to sleep. It's Wendsday again, I'm in English, and I hear a shot off in the hall. He comes into the classroom and we all dive under out desks as he starts shooting. I crawl forward a little and wait for him to turn his back. As soon as he does I jump up and stab him in the neck, again.

This could be from not writing. This could be from thinking about an essay I've got to write where I'm conviced of murder. This could be from watching movies, listenting to the news (the Amish shoot anniversary and stuff), it could be a great number of things,but what if it wasn't? What if this was a signal to something more?

It just kind of freaked me out because it was always the same day, same situation, same room he was going for, and same guy. And I've never had a dream where I killed someone. I'm almost never in my dreams.

This is the only dream I'm ever going to talk about. I have this thing that if I write some down then I don't think about it anymore. It comes useful when you write by dreams. Not these kind of dreams, dreams that follow the characters in Mirror Image. So far that's the only story I've been able to do this "dream writing" with. It's weird, I don't know those characters as well as my Epic ones even though I've been working with them for five years and Epic has't even started.

Okay, if peole comment, you don't have to mention the dream or answer the questions. You can if you want, but I'm not going to cry or something if you don't. Speaking of crying, I was talking to my mother a while ago and I mentined how that one time I cried I was sent to a shrink. She said because I don't cry. I'm not supposed to. It's not me.

Let's get something straight, just so I've got it in writing. I'm a nineteen year old girl going through the pressures of recently moving and getting the stress of college. When I moved, I left my precious horse, and had to give up two of my dogs (my dogs mean a lot to me), and I had to get rid of all the barn cats, my cat I had for eleven years died right before, I left my friends, and then I'm tossed into this place that is just really weird. Fine, okay, I won't cry. But when you look at the time when I did cry, finals were coming up, VA Tech just happened, I read the Columbine letters for a paper. All of that with the previous, yeah, I cried. The reaction from my parents, 'oh my god, she's suicidal!'.

It's not fun when you get parents that kind of care about you but are just bad parents. I'm going to be late for Biology.

SGAH
FYWR
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