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Thursday, December 29, 2005
Babbling.
Sometimes I'm scared of the dark.
(Just glad to state that.)
I'm not entirely sure why. When you listen to silence, and you strain to hear something, your brain makes up things. And when your looking out of the corner of your eyes, in the dark, your brain becomes the illusionist.
Or it could be just the fact that I want to be able to see everything in the room before I go to sleep. I don't think anyone would be after me, or anything, but it's like an instinct. Or something. Oh well.
Had another strange dream last night, too. It continues like a story from the other dreams relating to this one:
Kollyn, my old friend, and I, decided to randomly steal special hot cocoa mix from our old middle school. (...Don't ask why. My dreams aren't lucid.) But, we've done this twice before. And we were going to steal a lot, this time.
So we went there. I said hi to my old teachers, once again, and went into this strange greenhouse-like room that wasn't there before, and nabbed several beakers (...?) of hot chocolate, and bolted to the front of the school. He was there with his stash, and we nodded at each other and bolted.
I saw a cop car and put a few beakers down, and ran. Really fast down the street, to my house. Because, for some reason, the school was where the office of my apartments would be. For some reason, I run right in front of the cop car, and then go from there. The cop lady yelled at me, and asked me to make sure my brothers Ian and Jordan weren't the thieves.
Ian and Jordan aren't my siblings. Ian is the 2-year old son of my cousin. Jordan is the...10 (?) year-old son of my mom's best friend. But I just nodded and ran home. On the way home, I saw Kollyn, and he asked if I tried the hot chocolate yet. I said no. Ran home, had some, and it was good.
...Was this too long? Should I have even put this? o_o;;
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