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Post by Kiren Brockett on Jan 27, 2008 9:32:39 GMT -5
Muahahahahahaha! So, I just had pretty much the best dream ever.
My parents, my aunt, Schmergo, Hoshi from Star Trek, Moist von Lipwig, Snesly Wipes, and I were doing various criminal things together, including robbing people who were robbing Irving. Only, the people who were robbing Irving turned out to be tremendously rich and dangerous mobsters who had a vendetta against Snesly. So, we tried to pretend that he wasn't Snesly Wipes, even as he switched the colors of everything. Finally, though, Hoshi and Moist brought the mobsters down by pretending to be sympathetic journalists (?). They had them arrested, then put a film of the entire thing on Youtube. So, all was going well, and we went back to my house for a barbecue party... only Toby got off the deck and ran off after a squirrel. We chased after him and caught up in Shenandoah. We took him back home and all was good... except that an evil southern villain o' doom (possibly that guy from Fox and the Hound) had thought that Tobias from Animorphs was chasing the squirrel instead. And thus, he froze him in a block of ice and put him at the top of a mountain. We had to go help him, because apparently, Tobias was a friend of ours--in fact, I think he was my brother--we had to go climb the mountain and rescue him. And we did. Happy end!
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Post by Ankh on Feb 29, 2008 6:29:39 GMT -5
I had this incredibly weird dream that one of my friends was very giggly and then got into a car. None of my friends can legally drive yet, so this was very weird. Then Jack Sparrow got into this red convertable behind her and yelled," Idiot!" for no apparent reason.
It was very weird...
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Post by Remora on Feb 29, 2008 10:04:21 GMT -5
I had a dream that Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew, dressed in those white t-shirts and short shorts, were playing tennis on my grandma's tennis court and then there were a lot of those colorful balls from McDonalds. Then Charlie the Unicorn appeared out of nowhere. It was very strange...
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Post by Schmergo on Feb 29, 2008 15:25:59 GMT -5
That IS very strange. Are you per chance on crack?
Actually, I can't talk, because last night I dreamed Sarah Brightman was following me around the school. In case you didn't know who Sarah Brightman is, she was the original Christine in Phantom of the Opera. It was terrifying.
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Post by Remora on Mar 1, 2008 12:35:19 GMT -5
No, I'm not on crack, even though my best friend and I randomly say, "I found pills--and ate them!" just to freak people out. The whole rest of the dream was about my parents protecting a remote that blew up at the end.
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Post by Schmergo on Mar 15, 2008 8:38:56 GMT -5
I had this quite strange dream last night...
Well, in the dream, my history teacher gave us this big project where we had to find a historical artifact and bring it in, and write a page about why it was so important. My whole history class (which, in the dream included a bunch of people who aren't actually in my history class, some of whom don't even exist in real life) went to Europe to look for artifacts.
When we were there, my friend Julian and I found this ruin. It was... our school. Now this makes no sense at all. While our school is indeed fairly ghetto, it is by no means a ruin, and it's certainly not in Europe. But it was our school, and it was really destroyed. We got a bunch of our friends from our history class and broke in, and it was like the Valley of the Kings or something out of Indiana Jones. It was very dangerous, but we found a bunch of artifacts and left.
We got on the schoolbus (yes, there were working schoolbuses...) and got off at my stop. Apparently, we weren't in Europe anymore or something. We were walking down the street to my house, and right at the place where I badly hurt my foot a few days ago, we saw... MY SCHOOL'S VICE PRINCIPAL, MRS. GALDI, STANDING THERE. She's a very intimidating lady, extremely tall, and she was just lurking there in the shadows. She started asking us a lot of questions and quoting the Student Rights and Responsibilities at us... we were in big trouble because we'd stolen artifacts from the ruined school.
In retrospect, this doesn't make sense, because the project was to get an artifact, but whatever. Some kids from my German class were recently expelled, and this might have something to do with it. Somehow, we escaped from Mrs. Galdi and we ran down the street to the house of this dude named Philipp.
Philipp is not in our history class, but he's good friends with Julian and I used to go to his house a lot. Also, his sister is good friends with my brother and sister. So in the dream, Julian and I snuck into Philipp's house and hid the artifacts all around it, and then we hid behind this couch. (I'm not sure what happened to the rest of my history class at this point. Maybe Mrs. Galdi ate them, hehehe...)
Well, there was all this business about a policewoman pretending to be a housekeeper or au pair or something, and to make a long story short, Philipp got arrested. He kept shouting that he didn't have anything to do with the artifacts and he'd never seen them before, but no one believed him. Julian and I felt terrible, but we didn't want to get arrested, so Philipp got dragged away.
Then there was all this business with a cruise ship and my history class that I don't really remember at all, except that they were out of lemon-lime sherbet and this one guy in my class named Eugene was really mad about this and refused to leave the dining room until he got some, and this was somehow important.
Then, my history class was at this prison-- it looked a lot like Azaban from the OotP movie. We weren't IN prison; we were visiting people in prison, clearly crazy and evil people. I'm not sure why we were there-- maybe Philipp was locked up there, or maybe we were doing a project or maybe it was just random.
Well, one of the prison guards was Xim/Zaldax (a member of this site, so I can't use his real name) which is actually kind of funny, because I've had a couple of dreams involving him being IN prison. So because Xim was a guard, he helped us break open all of the cells and help all of the prisoners escape, even the clearly deranged and evil ones. I'm not quite sure why. But all of the prisoners got into the school bus with the rest of my history class and they went off. (I'm not really sure who was driving all this time.)
But for some reason, I didn't go with the rest of the class-- I got into Xim's car, and he said that the police wouldn't spot it because it was a "Guard Car." Now, Xim is a freshman and cannot drive, but he could drive in the dream as well as being a government employee, despite the fact that he was his usual age in the dream and I was still a tenth-grade student on a field trip with my history class who could not drive. Xim and I went to IHOP and got pancakes, and it was really late at night. I don't really remember much else.
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Post by Remora on Mar 15, 2008 11:33:55 GMT -5
I had a weird dream, too. Well, it was actually a few nights ago. Anyway, my church has dances for people who are fourteen to eighteen every now and then, and I had this dream that this guy named James who is in my band class was at one, that happened to be taking place this Saturday (it turns out there really is. I found out last night.). So, he's like, "Do you want to dance?" And right as I was about to answer, James Norrington appeared out of nowhere.
So I said, "James, meet James." And they both looked at me like I was mental and then suddenly there were people with cannons and guns shooting at us. And then I woke up. It was really random.
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Post by wickedbytwilight on Mar 25, 2008 22:02:29 GMT -5
okay, you know how you forget your dreams a lot? so i had this one dream and there was this shark in my backyard... and ... and ... and.... dag nabbit!! i forgeted it!! oops now i is forgetsing hows 2 types and spreak englysh. okay that was wierd
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Post by Remora on Apr 17, 2008 12:59:09 GMT -5
I had the weirdest dream two nights ago...I swear that this is what I dreamed, I am not making this up off the top of my head.
First, I'm going to explain that I'm going to a dance on Saturday. Second, I have two guy friends who figure big into this: Norry and I don't know what to call the other one, so I'll call him Spork Dude. (On a field trip last Friday, we went to this Asian restaurant and I got chopsticks, but he ended up with a spork and so one of our other friends said, "You're a disgrace, eating Asian food with a spork." Yada, yada.) Anyway, onto my dream:
I went to the dance, but suddenly, I had to go outside, so I went through a window because the door was blocked. It was in a church, so there were a whole lot of bushes around it and I crawled through them. When I finally got out, I saw a fire, so I ran toward this guy who was holding a fire extinguisher and grabbed it, then I put out the fire. I ran back into the building (there was a door in front of me) and was sprinting through the hall with my clothes torn, bleeding, missing a shoe, covered in foam and holding a fire extinguisher when I literally ran into Spork Dude. He said, "What happened to you, Remora?"
I just kind of looked at him stupidly for a second when Norry came out of another room and said, "There's a fire!" He saw that I was holding a fire extinguisher and he grabbed it, then he and Spork Dude ran off, and I just stood there stupidly for a few minutes until suddenly I decided to get smart and run out of the building because it was on fire!
And that's when I woke up.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Jun 13, 2008 12:33:16 GMT -5
I have increasingly strange dreams...there was one where my friend Ryan and my not-so-friend Cameron were chasing my though my library parking lot because I had the Sorcerer's Stone and then there was the more recent strange one where I was in a gym hauling big sheets of poster board for Mrs. Anderson and all of the people around me were from the other ballroom dancing class (there's two) and I didn't really know them. But then I went outside and some of my friends were there! And Kelav Miller launched into a long story that I can't remember and Ryan (his brother) was playing football in the darkness (it was nighttime) and completely ignoring me. Then Kay was there, but he looked different. Larger (he's usually tall and skinny with angular features) with broader shoulders and thicker set and his eyes were brown, not grey. (I figured out after I woke that I must've been subconsciously applying what I liked about Ryan to Kay). It was very strange. And then there was the one where I was trying to get to Kay, but the Model United Nations team was getting in the way. It was very frustrating, but there was cake!
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Post by Schmergo on Jun 13, 2008 13:25:52 GMT -5
That IS odd. I also had a very strange dream several days ago, and I've told it out loud a bunch of times, but I can't remember it super-clearly anymore, so if anyone's already heard this dream from me and is like, "That's not how it goes," well, I'm embellishing it a little to fill in what I can't remember.
So, I was walking in the school hallway with Kane (only it didn't look like the real school hallway-- it was slightly different), and we were about to turn a corner when Kane said, "Wait, we can't go down there, there's a suicidal actor down there. We have to go the other way."
And I was like, "But then we have to pay the techs!" And when we went the other way, there was this weird chicken coop apparatus with mailboxes in it, very much like I imagined the Royal Post Office of Ankh-Morpork from the book "Going Postal" (read it! It rules!) A few of the techs were sitting in it, and they made us pay toll before we went down the hallway, but there was some complicated currency exchange rate or something, and we were trying to figure out how much we had to pay and grappling with my ghetto calculator.
Then there was this explosion noise and people running and screaming everywhere, going, "SUICIDE BOMB! IN THE OTHER WING OF THE SCHOOL!" or whatever, and Kane did his little Kane Smirk and went, "Told you there was a suicidal actor down there."
I was pretty calm-- I was just like, "Oh, I bet the Phantom of the Opera has something to do with this." Naturally, Kane and the techs informed me that there was, in fact, no phantom of the opera and that he was a fictional character from a musical, and I said, "No, he's real. He talks to me sometimes. I've never seen him, but he talks to me all the time." I went on in this vaguely psychotic vein for a bit.
Then, I was at my house, but it was this large Victorian house that actually looks a lot like my mental image of the House of Black-- very fancy but very decrepit, and loads of huge, unused rooms. My parents were telling me that they were going away for a bit, and they left me and my siblings-- only in addition to my usual siblings, there were a few characters from Narnia and Pride + Prejudice in the mix. We were playing hide 'n' seek, and I'm sure this is because of the hide 'n' seek sequence in Narnia and the extra of the cast of Pride and Prejudice playing "Sardines" on the DVD. Then, randomly, to add to the mix of all of the characters, the Phantom of the Opera comes out of nowhere and descends down the stairway!
He didn't look like any Phantom of the Opera you've ever seen. He looked about my age, scrawny-ish, wearing modern clothes, no really outstanding or noticeable features except this tiny little mask over one eye that barely covered anything. But in random points of the dream, the Phantom looked like (or turned into) Xim/Zaldax, who I swear is the Architecht of my Dreams, because he keeps turning up in them in the weirdest ways. (?) And at other random points in the dream, I was watching all of the action going on in a movie theatre, and some other actress was playing me and the Phantom was Johnny Depp in his Sweeney Todd get-up.
Anyway, so the Phantom comes down the stairs, and I'm pretty calm about this, too. I just said, "Why did you come out here? You've never come out before!" And he explains that he heard me talking about him to Kane and the techs earlier, and the fact that I'd acknowledged his existence emboldened him or something. Pretty weird. He then goes on to tell me that he lives in my house and always has, but there's a secret passage from my closet that leads to the school, so he goes to my school, too. But he explained all of this in a really nonchalant, casual way, not overdramatic or anything, so I just took everything without any strong reactions.
Then, he told me that we had to go to a Cartoon Dimension so that his deformity would disappear (this still makes no sense to me, though it did in the dream), so somehow, we went to this Cartoon Dimension and visited this strange cartoon wedding. I recognized the wedding scene from the Broadway musical "The Woman In White," and I recognized the voices of nearly everyone on my soundtrack (except Michael Ball was in the dream, and isn't on the soundtrack), and all of the characters were cartoons drawn in the style of Emmy Cicierega. But the Phantom and I weren't cartoon; we were our regular selves, and this made the Phantom incredibly mad and he started trashing the place. I tried to explain to him that his mask was so tiny that his deformity couldn't be that bad, but he was freaking out.
Somehow, we got back from the Cartoon Dimension, dunno how, and I was getting ready for some party or dance or graduation or other formal event, putting on this long red strapless dress and putting up my hair. I kept yelling for the Phantom to hurry up because he was using the upstairs bathroom, where my mascara was. I was standing at the foot of the stairs, then the Phantom came down the stairs again.
This was one of the parts where I was watching the dream like a movie, but at this point, there WASN'T a different actress playing me, it was still me in the movie, and the Phantom was NOT Johnny Depp-- he was usually the nondescript kid in the dream or Xim. Anyway, the camera focused on his feet but not his face, and he was walking down the stairs and music was playing that sounded like the music that plays before "One Day More" (not the DA-da-da-da DA-da-da-da, but those weird trumpets that sound after Valjean says, "And live another day!" and the set changes-- I don't think that music was on the TAC soundtrack.)
Then, as this music was playing, it panned up his body and he was wearing a rather nice, if nondescript suit... then it panned up to his face and zoomed in and he wasn't wearing a mask, and his face looked totally normal. And then the movie ended abruptly, and for the rest of the dream, it was just me and Aku sitting at one of the little tables outside Kingstowne movie theatre eating weird-tasting nachos and talking about Harry Potter.
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Post by E. R. O'Donnegale on Jun 13, 2008 23:02:59 GMT -5
That is one of the strangest dreams I've heard. And I've heard Rae's dreams.
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Post by Remora on Jun 14, 2008 16:42:34 GMT -5
Schmergo, you're the only person whose dreams rival mine in weirdness, I think.
Last night, I had this one:
I woke up in this tent and heard people screaming. I stood and went outside, and there was this tall guy who said, "I am Goliath."
I gave him a weird look and said, "Do you want to play chess?" Somehow, I had been carrying a chess set with me.
"Uh, sure," he said.
As we were playing, people started to throw rocks at him and then my friend Katie screamed, "Get away from him! He's the guy from the bible who's supposed to be dead!"
I looked at her and said, "Not yet!" Then I moved a piece and stood up. "Checkmate," I told the guy who may or may not have been THE Goliath.
Then, I ran for it. I saw some of my friends sitting at a table in McDonalds under the play area thing. Then, I ran into the glass. I heard footsteps and turned around to see a t-rex behind me. I started freaking out, and it turned into Katie, who said, "What's your problem?"
"You're a--I mean, you were a--a T-REX!"
"That's weird. Let's go get a Happy Meal," she said as though this was perfectly normal.
"We can't. There's glass," I informed her.
"Nonsense. We'll just go around it. See this, over here?" She pointed to this big pool that was hundreds of feet deep and a mile across.
"We can't swim across that! Are you crazy?" I asked.
Apparently, she was, because she stepped into the water and started whistling "Oh, Suzanna." Then, dolphins came and carried across. Somehow, we were in McDonalds, only above the table I had seen earlier, on this bridge between two plastic trees.
"Uh, Katie, where are we?" I asked her.
"I know where we're going," she told me, then led me through this door in the tree. We ended up in this giant theatre and sat down in these chairs. Suddenly, I noticed she had Arby's bags and was eating a roast beef sandwich.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked her.
"I bought it."
"Where?"
"From them," she said, pointing to people who looked like the cannibals from Far Side comics. Suddenly, I felt something shoot the back of my head. I whirled around and saw this guy from my band class.
"What did you do that for?" I asked.
"It was fun," he said.
So I started doing it to the person in front of me. And then I woke up.
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Post by Ankh on Jun 14, 2008 21:04:11 GMT -5
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *farside*
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jun 17, 2008 8:33:49 GMT -5
I once had a dream in which (well, first let me say that the school I've attended for the past several years is pretty small and goes, so far, from kindergarten to ninth grade) I was trying to help my science/history teacher and his daughter rescue his son, who had been kidnapped by Voldemort. And then when we get there, Voldemort is indeed with the young boy, but he's waving two one-dollar bills in the air in his hand and demanding ransom. Weird.
Then recently I had a really mixed up dream that involved rehearsals for a play and a Phantom of the Opera-esque scene with a chandelier falling into the stage.
Another weird dream from quite a while ago involved Cregga, Sunflash, myself, and a friendly fanfiction wolverine in a department store. I think it was pretty much deserted and not very interesting, but the weird thing was that Cregga kept going down this long, narrow spiral staircase to go outside and smoke and there was an argument over her doing that.
Other weird dreams:
Part of one involved my feeling as if I were Legolas and I was sitting on the edge of an upper floor (you know how in like houses and stuff, the staircase goes up and you may have a railed walkway around the area looking down at the first floor... Anyway...). There was no railing, but it was like I wasn't afraid at all because I could almost fly or something.
I had one in which (My room has a high window in the wall (apartment building built in the 70's or 80's)) there was this huge bookcase(!) outside my window and there was like a homeless family living there (also, _| is something like what the building looks like right there--the bottom of the backward L is where my window is.) So, I was climbing down there and talking to them and then one time when I went back into my room, I looked back out, and my drama teacher and the school principle were there, doing random production clean-up things. The drama teacher was folding a backdrop cloth and he asked me to come out and help.
Yet another weird dream: In which there was a Long John Silver's-esque restaurant (i.e. fish-'n'-chips type place, sort of. Not really gourmet seafood) instead of a gardening section inside a super Walmart.
Recently I also dreamed about this weird museum-cum-mall-cum-construction area and a local coffee shop and taking a tour of it. Really random.
Last night, I had a dream in which I was with various kids, some of which left the school several years ago, on a field trip that was supposed to be an overnight thing at the zoo, but the dormitory was really more like that of the Tremont dorms. And we had to go to bed really early, and I was wearing a really warm shirt, which I couldn't stand, so someone handed me this really big shirt to change into, only I had to go find the restrooms to change. As I walked down the corridor, there was this big to-do about board-meetings, and this one teacher was being photographed and it was like she was being promoted to vice-principle or something. Further down the hall, there were people who seemed to be delegates from Washington D.C. that were somehow related to the upcoming presidential elections, and when I finally got to the bathroom, there was some sort of out of order sign on the floor (only it was more like those stand up "wet floor" signs) that evidentally wasn't supposed to be there, and had something to do with a play that had evidentally been held at the school recently. I think I finally got changed and then it morphed into a gift shop where I was concentrating on this little electronic hand-held fan. And then I was trying to find a book light and figure out what to do because it was really early but we had to go to bed and I wasn't sleepy...
I also once dreamed that the uncle and aunt we were about to go visit resided in an aquarium. (well, not that they lived within the water, but like their walls were basically composed of fish tanks)
So there's some of my weird dreams...
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Post by timtheenchanter on Jun 17, 2008 13:57:27 GMT -5
This is a dramatization of a rather strange dream I had one night...
President Hu Jintao was nervously tapping his fingers on his desk. He had come to his momentous decision, but saying it aloud to the Congress would make it real - it was going to actually happen.
For the People's Republic of China, it would be a Great Leap Forward, an even greater one than the good Comrade Mao had done generations before. This time however, the Leap will - hopefully - be for the better.
Hu Jintao knew his decision would not be looked on favorably by many in the National People's Congress - they alone elected him to the position of President, and what he plans to do will annoy them to no end.
The President took a drink of water and calmed himself. He started his speech on a rather sour note...
"...the debacle in Tibet has made the rest of the world see China as a tyrant, as oppressors. We intend to show the world at the Beijing Olympics that the People's Republic of China has entered the modern era, but the world's attention is focused on our faults and failures - our reaction to the Tibetan unrest, and our human rights and environmental records - rather than our triumphs. There has been talk in other nations of boycotting our Olympics... blah blah blah..."
"...Therefore, I have decided, in the best interest of the People's Republic of China, for its people, and for our reputation in the world, to implement universal, popular elections for the posts in the National People's Congress and President."
There was a total uproar, and the Congress was in chaos for the next week. The news had taken the Chinese people, and the world, by surprise. Though the politicians were furious that that a popular nation-wide election was to take place to determine whether they would be replaced or not, they couldn't help but notice that China was in the world's center stage, and had never before gotten so much good press.
Elatedly, hundreds of millions of Chinese citizens voted for the first time for the position of President. Hu Jintao anxiously awaited the results.
His telephone rang late at night, and the President quickly snatched it up. "Who's the President?" he asked.
The man on the other end sighed. "Not you, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry, Mr. Hu."
Hu Jintao was disappointed, but that was his price for democracy in China. However, he needed to know who the PRC's next leader was. "Well, who is it then?" he asked again, getting a little impatient.
There was a long, pregnant pause, and it sounded like the man on the other end was using every gram of resolution he had to answer.
"The new President i-is... Barack Obama."
"BARACK OBAMA?!" Hu Jintao shouted into the telephone in shock. He's-he's... not even Chinese! How did this happen?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Hu. Just... turn on your television and see for yourself," the man said, and then he hung up.
Trance-like, Hu Jintao reached for the remote and turned on the television. The news was on, showing a huge Beijing crowd waving the red flags, but also enormous pictures of Barack Obama and posters bearing slogans like "Yes We Can!" and "¡Sí Se Puede!"
The former President was in shock. Who knew what-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Gaahh! Stupid alarm clock!" I groaned as I woke up. To my eternal chagrin, I never found out what happened to Mr. Obama, or China for that matter.
But I must say that this dream was... A VISION! Something tells me that I must vote for Barack Obama in November. After all, if he's good enough for the People's Republic of China, he's good enough for the U.S.A.
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Post by Remora on Jun 23, 2008 12:08:32 GMT -5
My mom came in and woke me up at six thirty this morning, and I told her to let me sleep in...Well, I should've known better, because every time someone wakes me up and I fall back asleep, I have the weirdest dreams. I'm going to camp on Wednesday at this place. (Yes, I took that picture. Please don't mock my terrible photography.) Well, I had this dream that I was going up there, but I was late for some reason, so my parents had to drive me and I ended up getting there at four in the afternoon. (It's a two hour drive, so I can't figure out what had happened that morning that had caused me to be four hours late getting there.) Anyway, I got into an argument with my dad. He said, "Isn't it near two big buildings?" "Well, if you count about three miles away down that long valley," I said, pointing. (The one you can see through the trees in the picture.) "Plus, they're just ruins of pioneer houses." "No, there are big buildings," he said. I didn't believe him, but when we got there, most of that valley was paved and there were some factories. I kind of started freaking out, then took my stuff, got out of the car and went to my group's campsite. When I got there, I saw only three tents set up, which was weird. (One for the leaders, one for the popular girls, one for the outcasts. (My friends and I.)) I went to the outcast tent (the smallest) and saw two of my friends in there. I asked where the other girl was, but they didn't know. We played blackjack for fifteen minutes. (I don't even know how to play blackjack!) Then, suddenly, the wind picked up, so I went out of the tent to get my duffle bag, which was full, even though all my stuff was in the tent. While I was carrying it back, the two popular girls that hate us the most literally ran and jumped into our tent. So I sprinted--while carrying a fifty pound duffle bag--and ran into the tent, too. I saw the girl who I really can't stand on my sleeping bag and snarled at her to get off. She moved into this part of the tent that hadn't been there before. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Because we like you guys and figured you'd be lonely," she said. I snorted. "I'm not so stupid that I believe that. You hate us, and we all know it. And the reason we have this smaller tent in the first place is so we don't have to be around you." (Note: I am not normally this rude; I just can't stand popular girls who do stuff like this. They did something like this last year, and it was only so they could find out all our dirty secrets and tell them to people.) "Okay, fine, it's because there's not room in the other tent with all fifteen of us." "There aren't even fifteen people here total, even including us. So leave! Now!" "Can I have a blanket?" "NO!" I think I was just going to inform our camp leaders that these girls were trying to sleep in a three/four person tent where there were already three people when I woke up. If camp goes like this, I'm taking my sleeping bag and risking it in the woods. *joking*
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Post by wickedgrl75 on Jun 24, 2008 11:31:36 GMT -5
.....wow, i don't think I could top those! I don't usually remember my dreams which stinks. The weirdest dream I've ever remember was when I dreamed I was at some mall and I met up with Ron, Herminione and Harry(I was friends w/ them in the dream). There were two levels and all of a sudden i was on top looking down at Ron and this guy named John who rides my bus and then I see him dancing with Ron and then they both kiss. I find this very disturbing and i find myself in this coat store full of huge winter fur coats and then i wake up. This happed a long time ago, so i don't even think i remember all of it, but i do remember the kiss which was really weird at the time but i find it hilarious now!! hahaha.
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mousemaylikecheese
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And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I think that I was a little bit in love with you.
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Post by mousemaylikecheese on Jun 25, 2008 7:51:58 GMT -5
Not this past night, but the night before, shortly after watching Mary Poppins for the first time and reading a retelling of Rumpelstiltskin, I had a dream involving two odd things: A Christmas song (I think it was "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas") blending with "Jolly Holiday." I think this odd hybrid song went something like "And the prettiest sight you see is the holly that will be... on your own front yard/ It's a jolly holiday with Mary/(something) it's Mary that we love" The other odd part involved Snape washing his hair, which became clean and curly (possibly something like Archibald Craven's hair in the 1993 movie of The Secret Garden) and then he cut it for some reason--something like the fact that everybody thought he looked like Lucius's girlfriend(!?). Really weird, and I don't think I remember what he looked like with cut hair.
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Post by Heidi Girl on Jun 25, 2008 8:28:44 GMT -5
Well, the other night, I dreamed that it was the last day of school, which even in the dream I could've sworn it was summer vacation. Anyway, school is out, and I get on my bus, but so do a lot of people who normally don't ride my bus, including my crush (I only mention him because he comes up later). In the dream for some reason I didn't think this was weird at all. He sat right near the front, and I sat somewhere near the back of the bus. So the bus gets going and I keep staring at him (which is really out of character for me, I'm much cooler than that). Suddenley, the bus stops because there's a fire on the road, and even though no one else gets up, I go to the front of the bus to see what the mater is, and see the bus monitor person using a fire extinguisher to put out the fire, except he's putting out the fire through the window, as in the windshield is there, and he's pointing the fire extinguisher at it, and outside, foam is appereing on the flames and putting them out. Suddnely, the bus lurches forward and I almost slam face first into the windshield. But I catch myself and head back to my seat, mortified. Soon, the bus arrives at a museum, which, a very Hermoine ish girl points out, is about the easter candy, Peeps. But for some reason, just me, some kid my age, and a couple of adults get off the bus. The first room in the museum is a gift shop (go figure) but it's a gift shop for a magic museum. No one seems to think this is odd, so we start looking around. The only thing I remember about it was that this one guy thought a box of fancy cigarette lighters would be the perfect gift for his pregnant wife. The next room in this museum, was this kind of weird zoo, where you could buy the animals and keep them as pets. So I bought a few animals (including a monkey), but for some reason they freaked me out (especially the monkey), then I saw a film about how the people of Venezuela abuse the kind of monkey I bought by making them swing on trapeezes wearing badly fitting tuxedos that have a copy of the film I was watching attached to the coat tails. Then in a very Hallmark esque moment, I solemley sweared to take care of my monkey for ever and ever. Then I woke up.
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