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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 20:17:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:33:12 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natasha Face: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;My God I had a terrifying dream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:33:44 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natasha Face: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I was on the big island to report some story or something when a hurricane was coming (a hurricane is coming towards Hawaii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a reporter who goes to the docks and sees buildings that&apos;ll certainly not be there after the storm. &amp;quot;These residents are worried about where their belongings will be after the storm,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I say, looking over crystal blue water to dark brown wooden homes and piers. I&amp;nbsp;keep walking trying to find another scoop and I&amp;nbsp;see a wedding taking place. Awesome!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;get some footage and try going back when my family appear around me, and the wedding turns into a health drive of sorts. People from Indonesia are there, but we&apos;re all being corralled into a building. Indonesians bump into me and one has a sign saying the hurricane will hit in 5 minutes. He gets in an elevator with some chick and instead of waiting for us they just screw us and leave us behind. We kind of wait for the elevator but I run to the second floor with the stairs and beat everyone. I steal some bread and stuff since no one&apos;s taking orders/at the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:34:18 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natasha Face: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I ran into a building and we were running trying to find somewhere to stay (My family and I) when some military guys let us stay with them, Nice!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:35:14 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natasha Face: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;The building was a military base and everyone was just locked in their rooms, but everyone left their stores. Grab and go. Mom asked me to  get some r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;otisserie chicken (my fav) so I left and looked for it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:35:57 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natasha Face: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I found some people and they helped point me in the right direction but I couldn&apos;t find it so I grabbed a bag of kit kats and was going back when water started leaking into the building, and the ceiling started giving off spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I found were a dude and his gf at a quickiemart type store. There were lots of candy everywhere. They were feeling frisky but before they did anything I&amp;nbsp;asked &amp;quot;Do you guys know where rotisserie chicken is?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and when I&amp;nbsp;noticed it was a quickie mart I said &amp;quot;Oh shit!&amp;nbsp;This is the place!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;looked around and asked &amp;quot;So where the chicken at? &amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and the guy said &amp;quot;Uh... try over there?&amp;quot; I&amp;nbsp;looked but didn&apos;t see anything, gave up, and said &amp;quot;Thanks anyway!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Across the hallway from the quickiemart was a 13 and under amusement park of sorts. Bunch of motion active chairs and TV&amp;nbsp;screens, with a guy saying &amp;quot;13 and under...&amp;quot; Kind of weird. I&amp;nbsp;grab kitkats since I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t find the chicken and decide to run back to the room. Quickiemart +&amp;nbsp;13 and under place were off the main hall, like a T&amp;nbsp;where the upper part is the main hall and the bottom is the place I was in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:39:48 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natashabelle: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I was running down a hallway to get back to my family and a bunch of people. We were holding out in a room during the hurricane, which is coming by&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:40:15 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natashabelle: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;The lights went out, the floor started to get wet, and I was just engulfed in a fear of dying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:40:56 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natashabelle: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I kept running to get back but I couldn&apos;t see, I couldn&apos;t feel anything, and I kept thinking &amp;quot;I have medication for my eyes, I have medication to breathe, I have medication to find my body parts...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt; I&apos;m running but after a while I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t even tell if I&apos;m still running. I think my hands get wet so I&apos;m so confused and disorientated that I&amp;nbsp;crawl when I can&apos;t run anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:41:55 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natashabelle: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;I couldn&apos;t see anything but everything went white. I couldn&apos;t even feel where the walls or the doors were, but I felt like I just got there, and I thought &amp;quot;I&apos;m so glad..&amp;quot; and as I thought i opened the door, everything hit an apex.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#204a87&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;(9:41:57 AM) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 74, 135);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Natashabelle: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0c922a&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial Condensed&quot;&gt;And I died.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/lj-cut&amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 02:17:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>97</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--All I remember is being in a car with these wooden houses. They&apos;re more like boxes with one side missing and the opposite side having a roof. The walls are painted red and the roof has a gold trim. My family and I (I just remember my Mom to my left and some other people around, Tanta Mona driving) are going somewhere, probably to visit my grandparents. I clean 3 my wiping them down with a damp cloth but when I pick up and try to clean the last one a cockroach falls out and scares the crap out of me. It lands on my exposed thigh because I&apos;m wearing shorts. At first I don&apos;t realize what it is, but when I look at it I freeze up and then flick it off hard. My mom stomps on it and looks at it: &quot;Oh Wow, it was carrying baby cockroaches. That&apos;s quite a find there.&quot; Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;m in a video game. It&apos;s an exploring kind of video game, where you walk around try not to die and interact with shit. I&apos;m in a rolling hill type area with some small trees, and shrubbery by the coastline, separated by a huge cliff. If I fall off the cliff I die, but I want to explore the coastline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it stops mattering because grandpa is there with me! And so are some friends and more family. Grandpa is sitting down and we&apos;re all crowding around him, happy at his existence. A mousey girl with hazel hair and fair skin tags along with me as I explore other places. The geography of the situation changes, and we walk inside a building to see some cultists do whatever it is they do. What they did was sucker people into believing their cult and then had them decapitated with their head pickled in some kind of fluid. Depending on how badly the fluid deteriorated the head the person&apos;s purity was determined, with being untouched by rot = the purest. I was walking through the facility when I came across the head priestess. Somehow I defeated her and stripped her of her rank but I couldn&apos;t uproot her power, so she chased me relentlessly for several minutes. I escaped the room as fast as I could then ran up and down stairs, through hallways, just desperately trying to shake her off, but she could move through walls or something and levitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear knocking on a door on the third floor so I opened it and three people came in: a man with a semi policeman air and two aides. And then I continued to run. As I was on the 5th floor and sliding down to the exit I saw a) a corpse who had done the same thing I was doing and b) the people I let it. The people were chasing the high priestess so I used the opportunity to escape the building. Outside I saw a familiar dog, maybe from the Video Game, who wore blue booties. I picked up the dog and flung it around since it was trying to attack me and everytime my hands got near its face it tried to bite me. Its master came after me, a larger black doberman. It was probably as tall as me but 4 times as big. I attacked the master with his dog and then flung the dog at him. He told me to apologize and out of fear I did, when he decided to punish me by licking me. And then his dog licked me too, and I was confused and baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 05:12:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>96</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t written in a while but I haven&apos;t stopped having extremely vivid dreams every night with the utmost consistency. The past few weeks or so I&apos;ve had exceptionally powerful dreams that have made me reevaluate how much stock I hope in dreams. In any case, I&apos;ve decided it&apos;s wise to write all my dreams down again. Here&apos;s to hoping it stays consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a mob or gang of some sort. I had just finished some minor job and was assigned another mission. I had a small amount of vacationing free time in between. I was backtracking through a wood with a coworker, maybe a partner. He was about my height, maybe taller. He had relatively short reddish-brown hair and was white. He wore a suit and I think I was wearing one too at some point but in the wood I was wearing casual clothes. The lighting was kind of bright for the woods: it felt like the afternoon but looked like the morning. I was crossing a manmade ditch. The embankment was made of concrete with grass slowly growing to cover it. A tree was mocking my progress, asking if I had gas or was just usually slow. My partner followed me several steps behind trying to talk to me about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crossing the embankment I came out of the wood into a neighborhood that looked like a cross from The Green and an area in Honolulu called lower Manoa. There were dogs, two story buildings, yards, large roads, etc. My coworker and I went into a house and he lost suit in change or equally casual clothes: a red loose fitting shirt and some shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, me and this coworker of mine suddenly found some amazing chemistry together because then we started to make out, and we really couldn&apos;t stop. It felt great! Making out had never been so fun and exciting! I would travel through rooms with this guy and just intermittently make out with him as often as I could. I&apos;d stop to interact with other things and people or try to find some privacy somewhere but I couldn&apos;t. Mom was always just around the corner, or George would always be right there, or something. Always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I found a room with some privacy, locked the door, and asked somewhat coyly if he wanted a bj, to which he responded &quot;Do I!&quot; Dogs started barking in the background, and I knew that Tante Mona was coming back home from a trip to some store or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:03:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>95</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in a mansion. White, bright, beige carpeting, large windows. Gorgeous. Everything was spacious and sparsely decorated. Sheryl Crow owned it. She was either in the process of moving in or out. She adopted me and my mom was outside in the Benz waiting. She was either waiting for me to come back or moving out and waiting for everything to get set to leave. She had sunglasses on her head and it was really bright outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning the large mansion she (of course) had servants to help her carry stuff out. I looked at them closely and realized they were all zombies. Deep inside her mansion she had her own lab (I guess she was a chemist on the side) and made this cosmetic injection/pill/cream that turned people into zombies. She marketed it as a cosmetic rejuvenating whatever and in truth thats kind of what it was. The zombies looked a lot younger! Their skin was pulled more tightly across their faces, too. Stretched almost. A commercial was playing on a big screen and I saw it: It had before and after pictures of very unhappy slightly unattractive people turning into (involuntarily) grinning zombies. To each their own, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow was the only one who was immune to the zombie effects of the serum (I think thats what it was). She had all the rejuvenating properties but none of the zombie side effects. Lucky her. I walked around the building (as I&apos;m apt to do) and explored a little. The carpets gave way to tile, the wallpaper to concrete, the soft lighting to hard flouresence. I think I was nearing her lab deep inside the mansion, so Sheryl Crow called the alarm and sent her zombie minions after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen and parlor it was almost difficult to tell the servants were zombies. Attractive women zombies walked around easily with french maid outfits. The male servant zombies kept to themselves and walked around in white shirts with nice pants. But here, underground (or wherever) the zombies were dressed first in biohazard suits (which is funny since they&apos;re zombies! What biohazards do they have to fear?) but as the alarm went off and the Zombies tried to attack me more and more menacingly they started looking pretty funny. They started to have cookie star cut out bodies made of cute/cheap fabric with just a zombie head in goggled ontop. Suddenly, swarms of these cookie cut out  zombies tried to press me in and herd me into a direction, but they were so light I lifted them up and placed them aside. They were more like cute stuffed animal zombies than terrifying undead monsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving them out of my way I got fatigued in dream land and woke up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:46:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>94</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was in a white, sterile building. It was eerie, kind of like a hospital but more practical and scientific. It felt like I was in a NASA astronaut training building of some kind. It also felt like a classroom/learning environment. A female friend (cute, brunette pig tails) and I were separated from other people; I think we escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an old man following us. It was remeniscent of that part in Silent Hill where the janitor walks out of the stall. He was going to capture us and take us back, I think, so we shoved him in a closet. I wasn&apos;t sure if he was dead or not, but he had alerted others so we felt pressed for time. At the end of a bathroom we crossed through a wall into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a bathroom. My friend disappeared. It was just me, naked, getting ready to take a shower. I pushed the curtain back and used the toilet :D I had a robe on because it was a bit nippy, y&apos;know. So I was chillin&apos; when Mike V came into the bathroom and the walls disappeared, including the sink and the shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I stopped writing and forgot :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 18:09:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>93</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was at a house. I remember walking through it doing something... Looking for things and exploring the house in general. The basement was flat with shag carpeting. It reminded me a little of Dr. Gold&apos;s house. Other people were there, but it might have been a party of some kind. A lame party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a bit. There were a lot of very horny guys there, and I was a little disgusted by it. I remember The house became more bright. It must have been the upstairs, with open windows or something. Two guys were ready on the spot to get some. A colonel came in and brought his daughter, who he said was a &quot;party favor.&quot; She was basically being forced to be a prostitute. She sat by one of the horny dudes and he was trying to coerce her into going down on him. She was hesitant, and I told her (wrapping my arms around her shoulders): &quot;Look. Your dad is forcing you to do this, but you can say no. You can refuse to do this. It&apos;s your choice, not his, and you are in control of your life.&quot; She nodded and then sat on the other side of me so I was by the pervert. Surprise Surprise, he&apos;s an ex, and I just blatantly refuse to do anything for him. In fact, I pinch him to try and get him off of the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colonel comes in with some more military peeps: 3 people in uniform (I want to say Soldiers in BDU&apos;s). A black man, a black woman and a white woman. They all try to get the daughter, but defend her. She&apos;s running and I&apos;m holding them back, biting, scratching, kicking. They get past me and run towards her, but she&apos;s hidden herself in a bathroom in a room full of girls. The soldiers and I fight with words, them taking orders and me saying it&apos;s her life. Obedience vs independence. Eventually they realize she&apos;s in the bathroom but it&apos;s too late. The Daughter has materialized into water. Now the girls and I are trading water bottles back and forth, trying to hide her. Eventually the soldiers go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we plant her. We go outside into a not so busy walkway/alleyway and pour her water on a plant. She grows quickly as the plant.. a giant root with a bright red jewel in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast forward several years (fifty for good measure). The city is completely overrun by this plant. I am the plant&apos;s force. I am like a ghost, but still alive. Oldtimers know of me and can see me. I&apos;m an old woman, short, wrinkled and stooped, with red frizzy hair and glasses. I materialize from the plant every now and then, and the old timers always say &quot;You&apos;re getting bolder and bolder. One of these days someone else will see you!&quot; I&apos;m happy because the city leaves me alone and I am allowed to take care of whatever I can. The city has green splotches of me everywhere, even the sidewalks. I walk past people I used to know and go toward the end of my territory, when I see the Colonel. He&apos;s old and stooped now too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m surprised to see him, and rather happy too. Time heals all wounds, and now our past is just water under the bridge. It&apos;s good to see an old familiar face. I ask him where he&apos;s been and invite him over. I&apos;m walking towards the center of my territory when I look behind and he&apos;s still standing there. He says &quot;Wait for me.&quot; but I remember waiting for three years somewhere else. I stand on gaurd, and realize he&apos;s probably become a ghost/demon. The water puddle I stand on freezes, and I realize I&apos;ve brought him in. He smiles and conjures up right in front of me, and then turns into me. I try to strangle this doppelganger, but suddenly I feel like I&apos;m being strangled, and stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a loss for words. The doppelganger was going to take everything over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up. And went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember being on the outscirts of the town and wanting to get back to my territory, so I waited at a bus stop for a bus going my way to ... come my way. I wasn&apos;t alone. A little boy was waiting too, so I took it upon myself to look after him and try to get him to his destination. Buses came and went, and I almost caught the 3 but it was going straight instead of turning right, so I didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da~ Woke up thinking of Origins (the movie) and walked downstairs thinking about how badly I wanted to strangle Matt until something snapped.</description>
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  <title>92 - Of Fish and BARS!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I remember I was walking around some Don Quixote like store trying to find candy or something. I picked up a bag of gob stoppers, then a bag of sour gummies, then put the gob stoppers back because I remembered there was some already at the house. I went to check out (I was in &apos;straight from school&apos; attire) and payed for my little bag of candy to some small Asian cashier. I was actually in the store for something else, but they didn&apos;t have what I wanted (A certain type of battery? Who knows), so I just left with the candy for compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the store and walked into the parking lot, just chilling. It was sunny, which is unusual for straight from school.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up from the alarm, killed it, then fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--It was a pretty smooth transition from the parking lot to the house, considering I woke up. I was smoking inside when I realized &quot;Hey, I&apos;m smoking inside!&quot; so I went out onto the balcony. The balcony looked over a view that was more like San Diego than Hawaii, but whatever. I was smoking a lot, puffing away at this cigarette, but then I was done and threw it off the edge. However, it was still lit and it sparked a fire. I hung down from the railing of the balcony, dropped down to the balcony below (owned by our other people-- apparently I was in an apartment now), and then dropped onto the ground. I licked my hand and smacked the flame out. Awesome! Then I got up and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking, right, when I found this gate. There was a lime green Jackson on it, curled up pretty. I didn&apos;t want to disturb it. I walked around the gate/fence and found a small creek of sorts. It had a more powerful current and was a little deeper, but you could jump it with a bike. In the river were mongooses. They were slinky and wet, almost like otters. In the river/creek I found bear cubs, too. There were really cute and I stuck my hand near them to play with and pet them. The cubs were a little playful but still ravenous, so I left them before they could call their mom. They didn&apos;t speak, but they said &quot;We&apos;re going to call our mom soon and she&apos;ll kill you if we can&apos;t.&quot; As I left I tried to find another Jackson to keep as a pet, but they were all gone. In a tree was a green mongoose like creature. It looked almost reptilian, or fish like. It oozed across the branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soshite, okimashita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a while ago. I&apos;m not sure if I posted it (pretty sure I didn&apos;t,) but it&apos;s stuck with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was at an amusement park, or a very tidy college campus, with paved walkways and such. I went inside one of these rooms and there were just fish everywhere. Large, ocean fish. They were floating in mid air. I took one out (a very blue, very pretty round fish, kind of like a parrot fish) and put it in a red shoe box. I was suposed to deliver it somewhere, but I couldn&apos;t find the address. &quot;Right across the walkway and to the right!&quot; were my directions, but I made a left and couldn&apos;t find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision of the fish museum was awesome. There were so many different kinds of fish just floating around. It was like they were alive in the ocean of air people live in. Pretty cool.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 19:52:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>91</title>
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  <description>Sweet dreams are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- I was in a hotel or some house either getting ready for school or putting things away. Mom was out of the house, and I was hurrying to get things ready before the Joker and his henchmen came in. Not the Dark Night Joker, mind you, but some generic batman Joker. Why were they coming? I&apos;m not sure. How did I know? I&apos;m also not sure! I tend to know the plotlines of my dreams though, so I didn&apos;t question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was thinking about the Joker&apos;s arrival I gazed outside the 2nd story window beside me to the driveway, to see that a black car had already pulled up. &quot;Shit!&quot; I said, and hurridly set everything best I could in short notice and tried to find a place to hide. Under my bed was kind of out of the question (a lot of shit has accumilated under my bed) and there were no closets, so I went into mom&apos;s room and hid under her bed. The Joker and his homies came into Mom&apos;s room and kind of chilled, looking for something. The Joker went to the bathroom to fix his make up or something. One of the henchies found me (I had moved the bed a little to get underneath, and moved it back while underneath to its original position but something must have given me away) and told his boss. The Joker came out and looked me over, and then ... a... Got Physical? He pushed me onto the bed and got ontop of me. I was wearing clothes and a black bra. The pulled the cleavage hole thing on my shirt down and started kissing my breasts. The henchies left and things continuesd to be physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the rest last night, but the night before (I think) I was in a hospital cafeteria/theme park/mall kind of place walking around as different people looking for someone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops! I remembered now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- I was at disney world, except it was lamer. More like a really big Disney Land or something lamer, who knows. So, It was huge. You were allowed to take your car inside and there were highways inside the park. We (some father figure and some family I belonged to) were on our way out when we stopped for some reason. We were walking through one of the last areas before the exit and there were a lot of chemistry people about. Not chemists, but people like me who really enjoy chemistry. They were taking notes on a lot of stuff, and everyone had a notebook. Some passerby said &quot;My, everyone is so enthralled by their subjects they take notes on it in disney world!&quot; or something and I smiled because I had a notebook full of notes on chemistry too. One of the last booths is taking some mixture and purifying it and then analyzing the components... I started to work on it while the family took some samples home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was with 3 other people. We were trying to infiltrate a bag guy hide out, kind of like the highway man guild in Fable. Two went around the fort from the left, a beaver when to the right, and I thought I&apos;d follow the beaver. I lost him and thought he might have gotten into a crack in the wall, so I squished through and got into the fort. I was immediately spotted and tried to escape, but I couldn&apos;t find the crack again. I was apprehended and cuffed, then lead up these stairs to the apex of the fort, some kind of ceremonious upper floor. There was a chest with three men cuffed to it. I was also cuffed to it. The guys and I started talking, and we were all pretty scared. They told me their leader was coming up and her birthday was today. The guys were scared, and I petted one guy&apos;s head to console him. His hair was like Matt&apos;s, so it was a comfort for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the bandits was a female, kind of good looking (but not really). She, sure enough, came up and started asking us four questions. I opened the trunk and found three cakes, one with a chicken ontop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked how long I&apos;d been in, and I said &quot;one day.&quot; She then surmised I was the infiltrator in question and I immediately regretted telling the truth. I thought about this while waking up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 23:52:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>90</title>
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  <description>This was actually for 11/08/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was in my room getting ready to play some video games. I hit source on the projector and found (to my horror) the PS3 was on for an indefinate ammount of time. I freaked out at George (#1 suspect/culprit) and bellowed, hollered, ect. I slammed the door and locked it in fury. I was super pissed/bitchy, probably because of the emotional &quot;WTF!&quot; I&apos;ve been having with Matt, lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chilled out a little bit in my room, got my wits back, unlocked the door and went upstairs as the archetecture/scene phased out. I became a little girl in a dark, spooky mansion, the older middle child of 4. Dad went up stairs (balding a little, light brown hair) and we all raced him because we were going to eat a nice big dinner he had made for the whole family, including Mom. I knew, however, the plot of this dream ... deja vu? I knew bandits were outside and they were going to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went upstairs first and talked to Mom for a bit, cheery. Then the bandits came in and corraled us into a smaller space. &quot;We&apos;re just going to take you hostage, then release you unharmed, as long as you do what we say..&quot; they said. But then some other bandits said, &quot;There&apos;s no one out here in the middle of no where. How long do you think it&apos;ll take anyone to find out...?&quot; And then the leader thought about the situation for a few seconds, got a pair of lawn trimmers (the huge pruners people use for bushes) and said to Dad &quot;Hey, can you look down for a moment..?&quot; Dad looked down exposing the top of his head and the lead Bandit walked over and slowly impaled his skull with them. I could hear the slice and the oozing of the juices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids and I ran downstairs. I knew we had to barracade ourselves. We closed ourselves into a small area, surrounded by large wooden doors shut tight. The only entrance was from the stairwell itself. We grabbed what we could to arm ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the plot. I knew I needed to get more weapons to arm myself better, but there was very little to start out with. The first bandit came down, some lackey who sucked. He tried to hurt us but I took some arrows (no bow) and poked him all over with them. He was pretty unphased, but then I decided to puncture his eyeball with it. He was all for it, thinking it was some cosmetic self mutilation stuff. I took the arrow and slowly jabbed it through his eye as he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is tottaly cool. Don&apos;t Jews do this, too? I mean I heard about it and it&apos;s supposed to look really cool, and I don&apos;t mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something similar. The arrow went through and I could see the aqueous humor ooze out, the pupil and retina wall busrt, and I felt the tough resistance of the pressure inside the eye and the lens push against my hand. After I had too much (about 5 seconds in dream time) I went to throw up in my dream. I turned hurridly away and could feel it coming, but instead I woke up and felt very, very sick. I think I had a little in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:23:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>89</title>
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  <description>tids and bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a dream of a lot of people. I had a super close friend (dude A) and Ian and his (ex?) gf were there. Lorna. For some reason I was being a bitch in a bitchy mood. I knew it, everyone else knew it. Dude A&apos;s birthday was today and I was being an uncontrollable bitch. I didn&apos;t want to, but I was, and there is no taking the bitchdom back, really. People started leaving. Ian challanged me to a pokemon duel and I was going to get my ass kicked (the controls for the pokemon were foreign and I was having a hard time adjusting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was in a salvation army like place. I was trying to reach the attic. I had a radio in my hand playing some funky music I had taken from another section of the building, but my destination was the attic. I passed people I had just recently met in ART 113. There were lots of gadgets: Huge TVs, small TVs, clothes, books, electronics, furniture, etc. I almost got to the attic (I just had to pass a bunch of TVs) but I woke up. It&apos;s okay though, since it was pretty dangerous. I might have fallen!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 20:49:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>88</title>
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  <description>Osashiburi desu, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise Surprise, another video game dream. This had a mix from Diablo, Silent Hill, and Persona 3 (surprisingly enough.) You had to walk through a door/portal to get to the area with demons, and then it was just a matter of leveling up well enough. However, to get to the door you had to enter a house which had about 3-4 boss monsters. One looked like Arrowhead from Silent hill. One looked like Death from Persona 3. Another one looked like a mad scientist Jack Frost. I had a party of about 3 and I&apos;d have to be careful letting them into the room with the portal. I didn&apos;t want a boss to come with us, so I had to be very picky. That involved letting a comrade battle it out with a boss until he was close enough to grab into the doorway and then briskly shut it. Sometimes they&apos;d get uber fscked up. One time the bosses took the door off and I had to corral my team through the doorway, hoping I wouldn&apos;t get smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don&apos;t remember, exactly, but I was at a park or mall of some kind. I think it was more like Sea Life Park than anything else, and I was looking for someone, or something. I walk to the dolphin area that&apos;s gated off, then come back the way I came. I didn&apos;t find it. I think I ask someone at an information booth for help, but in vain. I walk back towards where I came from, going home I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself on a bus. I&apos;m riding with other people, and I start talking to some guy. White, full head of hair, pudgy, nice. My stop comes up, or so I think, so I pull the stop string and get off. I notice this isn&apos;t my stop (I&apos;m one off) so I walk towards it. I almost beat the bus to it. Two other chicks get off at my stop and they&apos;re walking in the same direction I am, albiet further from me and off to the side a little. One has keys. Presumably they parked their car in the lot they&apos;re walking to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking when I come across an auditorium. I go inside and it&apos;s full of people. I have a lot of stuff, all of a sudden. I think I have a giant backpack full of knitting and other paraphernalia. I recognize a lot of people from CHS-- I must be at school somehow. I see Keisha, Laura, Alexis but they don&apos;t want me sitting next to them with my huge bulky shit. I need to sit in the front because of my bad eyes, but not too close because it&apos;s a projected movie or something. I settle down about 4 rows back from the front with my crap and get ready for the showing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 20:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>87</title>
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  <description>Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uhg. I called Zanno or something and he was coming by (some cold, dead street and motel room in a snowless winter light). He was coming but I didn&apos;t want to talk to him, but I didn&apos;t want to be a shitty host and not show up either, uhg. I think Mike or Matt was there. In the end he came by but was taken away by the cops or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember walking through a park after Zanno got taken up, and it was spring. Grass and shit. People just enjoying how beautiful everything is. I took my shoes and jacket off and put them in a pile, but I kept moving it because more people were coming. There was a river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right beside this area there was snow and I kept sliding on the ice as if my body was a sleigh. I might have been a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a small boy and I had the power to fuck around with atoms and shit. The atoms I fucked around with were huge, golf ball size or bigger. They could also bunch together to make a bigger atom. They were bouncey, and squishy, and malleable. Purpley swirls too. Unfortunately the atoms cooled down and stopped moving, and they need to move to make energy to bunch together! So I got to the arduous task of hitting them around and making them bunch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the ball atom I was holding down a hall and had to hunt for it. At the end of the hall were to rappers, one being Biggie, and they were really clean. Like, no drugs or illegal activities. One was even working under cover, but he couldn&apos;t tell anyone, not even local law enforcement. He was a little pissed. They gave me some sweet beats and I started dancing crazy. I remember what they were singing! &quot;Fake Man, Great Stats, Never had to sit down to empty his crap...&quot; The JFK song from the Professor Brothers. I was groovin&apos; to that, and they approved, so the undercover agent gave me &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; atomic ball thing. He said he needed it back for good luck in a war, though. So I was careful but it got jacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got thrown in a bad war torn place (a room full of war?) and had to look for it. I found George and another suspect, and tried to get it out of the suspect and then just asked George but he was SUPER suspicious. Then I shook him, almost in tears, telling him &quot;IT ISN&apos;T MINE! I NEED IT BACK!&quot; but I don&apos;t think it mattered. The war ended and we saw it divided up into 7 episodes, or franchises. It was a pretty short war, too, so 7 episodes was amazing. They were all spave indaver things, kind of like SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I&apos;m in a shit mood, I&apos;m going to fucking church.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 19:01:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>86 - free running</title>
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  <description>Kay, quick overview because my dreams weren&apos;t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--VG sequence, kind of like Bully mixed with Free Running mixed with JSRF. I don&apos;t remember what my job was, but I do remember that it was sunny outside, the setting was some kind of parking lot or back ally of some big factory like buildings, there was another guy with me, and there was some graffitti on the walls. Maybe it was a fps, I don&apos;t know. Very bright and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Something about school. Which school? I actually want to say elementary school, or maybe middle school. Somebody stole one of my books I had checked out and I tried to get it sorted out at the Library, when somebody in charge just decided that I&apos;d have 12 disciplinary points tacked on, which calls for some kind of suspension. Needless to say I was a little pissed, especially since I had talked to the guy who did that and he said he&apos;d do me a big favor. I left the library (large stacks of books in narrow rows, bright lighting) and went outside, where it was still bright, and saw a butterfly and stuff. I then just hung around the school yard, because it was sunny and green and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- I was at my house (where, I don&apos;t know) and there was a party of sorts going on inside. I went out the back and spied Logan and Nam in a car zooming on a road right behind my house, so I run to the front to see if they&apos;ll come out onto my street. Maria R lives beside me and she&apos;s outside in all black, doing something silly. There&apos;s a bunch of kids a little to her right but she basically ignores them. I get a phone call from some weird place, I guess they had the wrong number, but it was an old woman who sounded like an old man working for an elementary school or something. Smidgen bit unsettling. Then I went back inside to my house and called Nam, and they came over, and we chilled in my bathroom. Maybe Annette was there. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owari</description>
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  <lj:music>Dont You Forget About Me</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 22:23:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>86 - Nightmares.</title>
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  <description>I had some pretty weird dreams last night. A few of them qualify for Nightmares. Lets begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I don&apos;t remember the order very well, but this is the general gist of this sequence. There was a group of escort girls called to satisfy a punk rock band. The rock band was pretty gross but the escort girls did their job. I then remember looking through the yellow pages for escort girls, trying to find one in particular I found on craigslist, but it was kind of hopeless. I remember looking at the back of the room (at the wall) and seeing the punk rockers in horrible positions, dead. For example, two fell from really tall places. I guess there were still frames and then the corpses at the end under glass. One&apos;s entrails were everywhere, the other was just a bloody rag. Still in punk rocker fashion, though (think Korn with Metalocalypse.) There were more than two panes of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don&apos;t feel like talking about the rest. Sex and violence was involved. After the Golem dream I woke up and was frightened by shadows on my wall. There are 2 dreams I&apos;m okay with talking about, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Mom, my family, Michael, some mutual friend, and I were walking out of a car. We had just parked and were walking somewhere. Mom wasn&apos;t wearing any shoes, and the mutual friend was real dressed up; suit, tie, dress shoes. For some reason I had two flip flops, but mom wouldn&apos;t wear them, so MF took off his shoes and offered them to mom, using the flip flops himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, MF and I walk down some street together, probably in Atlanta, when I fall behind. I don&apos;t want to be a burden. I guess I&apos;m dating MF, for some strange reason. I stop, because I&apos;m lagging behind so much, and say &quot;I don&apos;t think we should date each other anymore,&quot; referring to me dating both Mike and MF. Then I add on, &quot;Unless.. you two want to take a shot at it..?&quot; They look each other over, and I phase into a balcony above them, painting my toe nails on some hot sunny afternoon. I&apos;m shaded beside crappy condominiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--The contexts alludes me. I&apos;m driving in some crappy neighborhood, the bad side of town, looking for Mrs. Whitt&apos;s house (which doesn&apos;t make any sense because I know she lives deep in the forest with other magical beasts.) Mom and I drive around a little bit, then walk some more, then we&apos;re totally lost. We come across a woman who leads us to the wrong direction, then a Rastafarian who&apos;s helpful and informative. We walk through the walls and pillars of a broken home, trying to find her house. Eventually I&apos;m just walking alone, it&apos;s night time, and I&apos;m by the University. I see Verna and follow her. She walks so fast! I wonder if she&apos;s trying to get away from me. There are crowds of people walking toward the campus, I almost get hit by a car while a woman and her stroller RIGHT BESIDE ME don&apos;t even come near it. There&apos;s a group of young men looking for pussy and I ignore them, sickeningly. I almost loose Verna in the sea of people, the dim lights, the noise, the confusion.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:18:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>85 AS FAST AS I CAN MANAGE!</title>
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  <description>OKAY! This is all continuous but I&apos;ll chop it into segments anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Kay, so I&apos;m Fry from futurama and I&apos;m in some dungeon trying to escape and the bag guy creeps up behind me in a tunnel and pushes me into a trap! Bastard! I fall into a pit and the fat, brunet, gross man behind me dressed in a buisnesslike suit behind protective bars that suddenly plop behind me laughs at my plight! I&apos;m falling and he&apos;s saying something smarmy, like, &quot;Well you&apos;re trapped now, bastard!&quot; and I say something witty: &quot;Good thing I decided to wear these today, then!&quot; and my legs spring around and I pop out of the falling trap, much to his dismay and embarassment. Ontop of all this he finds himself trapped behind his own protective bars! The bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stop being so much like Fry and become blond in a black leather jacket, and then I become Marge who is beside said fry-ish guy. I think his name is Tony Joannes or something, and I&apos;m passionately in love with him! He&apos;s gorgeous! He takes me home after saving me from that dungeon and I talk a little with Lisa, still awefully love struck. &quot;My life is so boring, now!&quot; I say, and Lisa replies &quot;Well you could try reading these comics...&quot; I am cleaning the house and purging it of horribly bad influences, like Bart&apos;s comics. &quot;I mean, they&apos;re kind of boring, so you might not be too interested...&quot; she continues, trying to spare them from me. I look a little and start reading one when I find him! The love of my life! He&apos;s a villian in a comic book!? My world is spinning, I&apos;m so confused? How can someone I love so much be an evil reincarnate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes back to the house later, and I&apos;m falling all over him and he&apos;s soaking it up. He loves all the attention I&apos;m giving him. I realize he&apos;s evil (He&apos;s the exact same guy in the comics!) but I can&apos;t help it, I love him. He tells me &quot;So for the first week we just chill, then the second week we sleep together.&quot; For some naive reason I believe he just means sleep together and not have sex, but somehow I still feel connected to Homer. I want to tell him I&apos;m married to Homer and I love him, but I can&apos;t. I&apos;m too bound to his spell. I love this strange, mysterious young man too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Then Marge and Tony somehow shift phases. Tony becomes more drawn out like Kira, and Marge becomes an asian chick in all white with white hair in pigtails. The setting turns from a comfy living room in maroon and yellow to a sleek and modern room in silvers and whites with deep shadows. Circular theme, too. The camera (me, as a spectator) moves around the room, or the room spins, and distorts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--The camera stops infront of a goldfish bowl. There&apos;s a fish inside, a gold fish I guess, but it&apos;s elongated and prettier, like a beta splice or something. The room is a living room, and theres a couch infront of the bowl. On the other end of the couch is another bowl, against another wall. The lighting is low, like night time with the christmas tree on, or something. I&apos;m feeding the fish in the bowl in front of me, and then I go to the other bowl and feed them. Somehow I think one of the fish is Tony, he&apos;s very agressive. There become more fish in the bowls and I begin to loose track of who&apos;s who, but I think I can still tell who Tony is, barely. Someone knocks at the door and I leave the fish to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up because of an alarm and think of Matt. Will he call in an hour? Should I bother going back to bed? My belly hurts. I find myself go back to sleep, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;m at an orphanage or a child care place, I can&apos;t tell which. Probably the latter. I&apos;m helping to manage the children (there are many.) In one room a girl and a boy are on the floor by cut outs of large koi. She&apos;s making a kite out of them, and he&apos;s watching. I&apos;m jealous; I want to do that too, so I watch her for a little while and talk to her about it. I decide I can make a kite like hers later. I go into another room and take a baby in it&apos;s craddle with me. It&apos;s the girl&apos;s brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is very young so I am very gentle with him. His craddle is wicked awesome: there are special sensors on it and it has meters and stuff. I fool around with the sensors until it overloads. I worry so I take the boy out of the craddle and hold him, while I push the craddle away. It explodes. I take the baby back to the other room. I want to be applauded as a hero, but no one really seems to care. Even the sister. Deep down I know I was the cause, but I wonder, how could everyone else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kind of remember being in a WWE ring. Maybe I was a spectator. I&apos;m not sure! I saw a match though, but I think it was a video game. The faces looked horribly pixelated.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 18:58:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>84</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Mike and I were at a store, maybe an Old Navy, looking around for the perfect gift for someone. We were sent out by Mom, parked in a car, and forced to look for something. I was getting pretty lazy (I believe we were looking for the perfect shirt for Mellissa) so I looked around and decided I couldn&apos;t find anything. I think I had wasted most of my allotted time doing something else (hanging out with Mike?) In the end I walked past some ear rings and left without buying anything, back to the parking lot to awaiting mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Big Mike was in the living room helping me load a BB gun. The mechanics were weird! But I was ready to use it. I went outside and laid down on a couch (the couch in the living room was stationed outside in the lawn, facing the house. I was only in a towel, and the lighting was fading fast. I was momentarily worried about the sprinklers coming on, but I guess we had turned them off. I kind of wanted to go back inside because I was almost naked, but for some reason I stayed out and tried to see what the best angle to hit someone from my position would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I saw the sillouette of a military helmet. I put my gun down and pushed it a little ways away. He said something to the affect of &quot;Put down your weapon!&quot; and then came into my house (which hard just formed around my couch. He came inside, took off his helmet, and started looking for food, booze, music, ect. He was blond and a little daft. Maybe he was Tomlin! I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Next I was at school, doing advisement stuff, when I saw Sumon and Nithya in doctor outfits and felt like crap. I&apos;m in my second semester doing nothing and they&apos;re already doctors!! Arg! I had a small crisis after that and needed everyone&apos;s help, and so Holly, Puja, Nithya, Sumon, Verna, and more people I don&apos;t quite remember crowded around me and took turns in telling me everything was okay, and that I was doing fine, and that I could make it, etc. Puja even told me she loved me, but she whispered it so I whispered it back. After everyone&apos;s help I was crying so I told everyone goodbye and I love them and I&apos;ll see them later, and so forth. Janelle was in the adjacent room and she helped turn on the light so I could check if I was crying badly or if my face needed help. I looked into the mirror in the almost too dim light and notices my eyelashes were really, much longer. Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the room, but only after I made the room a smidgen bit lighter for the next guy in it (some well dressed young man trying to fix himself up.) I actually wanted to put it back at the first level of darkness, so he could do it all himself, but I guess it worked out better this way. Then I left the complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--So me and a friend are traveling on the highway. I think we&apos;re escaping someone, or something, but we&apos;re probably in Arizona or New Mexico. I think we&apos;re headed east or west, not south.  The lighting is bright and orangish, reflected off the sand. It&apos;s hot, but a dry heat. It&apos;s pretty gross.  Anyway, we&apos;re in a car and we&apos;re driving along, when suddenly the car phases out and we&apos;re just walking pretty fast. We&apos;re walking when we see what appears to be a Kangaroo on the other side of the median. We&apos;re intreguied, and I say &quot;It&apos;s probably just a mongoose or something!&quot; because there can be giant mongooses and it was a little small for a Kangaroo. We look over the median at all of it and we see it&apos;s in a wheel chair. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jump the median and follow the kangaroo. It hops out of the wheelchair and offers it to us. I offer it to my friend, who takes it up, and I pull her a little. Pulling her seems to be difficult, because the wheel chair becomes a lawn chair with wheels and is pretty unstable. She falls out a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re still following the Kangaroo but he&apos;s hopping pretty far! He goes up a slight incline up a reddish mound of clay. Around the bend we find a hospital, and enter. The scene is pretty standard: white walls, flourescent lights, sterile, tiled floor. The Kangaroo knows what patient he&apos;s looking to visit, so we follow him. The Kangaroo stops infront of a mildly attractive young man. He&apos;s blond, in a bed gown, and has hair of the length that could cover his eyes. It&apos;s disshelved and he looks a little sleep deprived. Beside him is a list of all his hallucinations. Some are weird, (different types of aliens) and some are comical (poopoo-apple). The Kangaroo finds this list hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ponder this list I begin to break into the patient&apos;s thoughts and steal them as my own. I know that I will die, and that a bottle of pills will prolong my life a little longer. I&apos;m a sprite in a webcomic full of sprites. It must be a Megaman webcomic (it actually exists somewhere but I&apos;ve forgotten it.) I&apos;m the patient and I&apos;m simply thrown into this mess without any powers except my own deductive reasoning. It&apos;s pretty dangerous and a black wispy web like substance suddenly engulfs my senses and brings me back to the issue at hand, this patient and his hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we&apos;re in a space ship. The web changed our surroundings. I think my friend and the Kangaroo are in the back seat of this space craft while the boy is the pilot and I am the navigator. We&apos;re traveling through space and time, to another galaxy and planet. The commander for the planet pops up on our video screen and speaks to us, but I don&apos;t know what the pilot is doing! I push a button on my hand that becomes a relay video channel for the doctors back in the hospital, and I see them crowd around the screen. The first doctor who looks is a young woman, curly tied up hair, pale and small face, with dark glasses. Apparently the pilot has fucked up because the alien is somewhat pissed, and another net of black web comes at us, probably crashing the ship to it&apos;s doom. But maybe we&apos;ll survive, who knows. Another adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wakeup at a crossroads.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 21:11:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>83</title>
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  <description>Lets get this over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Mike and I are walking to school from the parked car. It&apos;s a little odd, because the buildings seem bigger, and the walkways seem more crowded, as if a huge hotel suddenly popped out of nowhere and people actually rented rooms from it. It&apos;s very early, I think 7ish, and we meet up with Verna. They had classes this early, and asked if I was going to go with them to class, but I said no, without realizing why. Later I realized my Math class starts at 8, so I had an hour to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around, not really doing anything, wasting time, I come across none other than Justin Samsky! He&apos;s grown facial hair and it looks aweful, but none the less, he&apos;s Samsky. I go up to him and say &quot;Hey Justin!&quot; and we chat for a little bit. I shakily introduce myself to his friends, which is okay. He&apos;s in some physics nerd click. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk inside the building he&apos;s chilling on the stairs to and it&apos;s a physics lab. For some CRAZY reason I had a few cartons of eggs so I open them all up, crack each egg (sometimes I take the two halves and use both, if it comes out good) and put inside each egg a coconut jelly thing, which resembles the bubbles in &apos;bubble drinks&apos; but is shaped like thimbles. And Voila! It becomes a delicious, tasty snack. Unfortunately there are way too many. There are 4 large sectional collumns, each with maybe 10 or so eggs per column, and I think 5 or so sectional rows, with maybe 8 in each. The first 3 s. columns, more over, had 3 eggs stacked ontop of each other. A lot or friggen eggs. One of Justin&apos;s friends tried to help me out, but I just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I left somehow and came across Mike and Verna again, this time there was a new rule in place or something. Apparently you had to wear a uniform in order to get educated, but we came in plain clothes. I had brought the uniforms in a really cool looking symbol, blue, that kind of looked like... the kanji for ookii. It was about as big as my hand, and I was just carrying it around with me. It was bold, so I guess it took care of Mike and I. I don&apos;t know about Verna. We were all walking towards the Sinclair Library when I say to Mike &quot;I hope you go through a magical girl clothes changing sequence!&quot; There was a basket full of dirt packed down to form a nest around rather large eggs in a tree (or some other structure that kept it above ground and yet able to see into, maybe a like &lt;a href=&quot;this.&quot;&gt;http://www.metaefficient.com/leds/solar-trees-may-light-up-europe.html&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, I was able to see it while walking to Sinclair. We never got inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Next I was that crazy lady in that movie where she enginered some super plane and some guy kidnapped her daughter and she&apos;s going crazy looking for her and no one believes her. You know the one! Anyway, I was her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m fulfilling the script to every que, pretty much. I&apos;m at the part where she lets it known she&apos;s the engineer for the plane. She talks to me a little about her life, about how she lost her one true love in a plane crash with 4 other people. I&apos;m tinkering around, when suddenly I hear her! The girl is screaming in terror, and then suddenly silenced. I&apos;m freaking out. &quot;Whats directly above us!?&quot; I ask the incompetent stewardess who&apos;s in cahoots with everything. I don&apos;t really remember what she says, only that we take the elevator.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter we&apos;re transported back in time to the day when her love dies. A few minutes before, of course. Apparently it was attacked by an alien robot or something. So, we fly a model helicopter together. It&apos;s small and she has to sit her boney ass on my lap, but it still happens. Anyway, we fly it off a small cliff and I&apos;m puzzled by the brakes. Actually, all I have to do is will it to stop and not crash and it does. Pretty flippin&apos; sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait at the bottom of the valley for a little bit. A platoon of uniformed high school students marches past with their PE coach, and we go up the hill. On the way I see a black crab, in a mountainous area! I&apos;m puzzled by this, think it might be the alien, and kill it. I think about how much I dislike killing things and how it might be difficult for me to kill an alien. We reach the top and suddenly the robot comes in! No one&apos;s dead yet, because the four people didn&apos;t fly their plane yet. Instead we&apos;re all inside with multiple arsenals trying to kill this thing. It&apos;s in a wheelchair and I melt the wheels off with some laser device, but it takes a while. Then it&apos;s able to run around and crap. Arg! My laser pointing skills arn&apos;t awesome (it&apos;s hard for me to aim because the machine itself is hard to turn and I never have a clear angle.) I keep trying, though. Eventually it goes into the elevator and I try to kill it by exploding a huge pile of gasoline barrels next to it. The lady I&apos;m with (Carrie?) is beside it, and it self detonates killing her. As I&apos;m shifted back into the present I hear someone screaming &quot;STOP GLOWING! PUT HER OUT!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we return we talk about this weird dream we both had and I say &quot;It must have been nice to see Karen again.&quot; She agrees, but looks at me a little strange. Looks like I struck a chord! And then I don&apos;t remember what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I remember being catapolted from one layout to another. It&apos;s an RPG similar to Mario! Very nice. It&apos;s a little difficult to kill the bombs in the cloud stage (I have to throw bombs at them, they get bigger, until they finally explode.) I manage though. Then I fly to another stage, but land in a secret StarFox hole. Cool! Then I wake up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 20:51:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>82</title>
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  <description>What I remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I think maybe my neighbor called me because I went to her house. She&apos;s the neighbor irl with the fucking psycho crazy dog. Well, in my dream she lived on a wicked cool farm. I heard a rooster in the background of the phone call and while driving up to her house (beautiful lighting, greens everywhere, a nice driveway (long, dusty, vegitation (but not too much!) on either side and logs of shade) I passed by a bunch of animals. Farm animals. At her house I saw the crazy psycho dog (that wasn&apos;t a German Shepard anymore; some mangey light tan mutt) and a few roosters. I remember briefly thinking about what it&apos;d take to raise chickens! So I pet the dog a little big and it got more and more tame until it wouldn&apos;t bark its head off at seeing me. Nice! I think I remember seeing cows and pigs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I believe I went to a resturant type place with Mom, Mike, and George. Mom and George sat down and told us to get stuff. Mike and I were standing around when this guy touched my butt :( I was pretty upset by it, and Mike offered to beat the shit out of him (was it Matt at this point? I don&apos;t know) but I declined. We thought about what to get, and I guess we ordered gyozas or something and sat back down at the table in time to watch a show. Lights dimmed and TVs poped up showing the stage. I probably had the worst view of the entire resturant, and I had to watch everything off the back of a door. The show was okay, some Gamelan or Thai dancing or something with tourist flair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we left the restaurant and went out towards the ocean. There were tide pools full or farms. Turtles, lobster, shrimp, different fish were all farmed in this pretty big tide pool and sectioned off with nets. I had Rex with me and he caught a turtle and was about to eat it, but I pulled it out of his mouth and put it back. Mom said something about learning how to take care of Turtles for me, and after hearing that I really wanted a turtle! But I still let the caught one go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I was at school or something, or rummaging through trash. I was picking up Items for making something awesome, and putting them back. The garbage man and I got in a conversation and started to talk about credentials for taking garbage, and I looked for these passes I could turn in to take something, but couldn&apos;t find anything. So I just wanted to pick it up, sketch it, and put it back down, but he said I should&apos;t even be touching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember taking two showers, and the second time not conditioning my hair. Hm!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 18:37:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>80 + 81</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I was in a glass hallway with some other person, I&apos;ve forgotten. I think they were female and a little younger than me. We were running through this hall which was outside. There were branches and vines all over the exterior, reminding me a little of Totoro&apos;s tunnel. We got to the other side when a mad scientist told us that he was going to kill us with a super awesome laser that could stick to things and expel again. So he shot a beam of the laser in the hall and I knew we were fucked. We ran very fast but the laser was the speed of light - whatever time it took to stick to an object (maybe a few seconds, max) Once it got on my shirt and I was freaking out. &quot;HOLY SHIT I&apos;M DEAD!&quot; But I kept running till we got to the other end of the hall, closed off by a giant, iron door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laser was coming closer and I didn&apos;t want to die so I broke a pane of the glass hallway. It was difficult, I had to punch with a lot of strength. I tried to go through after looking back but it was already healed up! So I punched the pane above it, made sure to push giant chunks of glass away, and jumped through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what happened to the other girl. Every woman for herself, I guess. As I exited the hall it was night time! Street lights dotted my way in a clear, crisp night. I was in a country club like place, except it was residential. I got the feeling somehow this was a Japanese Country Club, but that doesn&apos;t make any sense. But I was still being pursued by someone. I don&apos;t recall what agency he belonged to, just one man: White, tall, blond, sleek but muscular. I knew he was looking for me so I ran to the grocery store instead of my house. Smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got into the grocery store, and I ended up buying groceries to look inconspicuous. Once I saw him in an aisle and I hid behind a stand of fresh fruit. I ate a starfruit without paying for it, and some guy who worked there helped me check out (I don&apos;t remember paying), bagging, and walked me home. How kind! I told him to go to my house, but in the end I went to Mom&apos;s office. She wasn&apos;t there. I must have been looking for her because I felt saddened. I left the groceries on her desk and left with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and I were obviously interested in each other. I was glad to have his company. In the end we went back to the grocery store (my peruser must have given up, or died.) I was in a dress now, though, instead of a ragged T and jeans. His friends didn&apos;t recognize me and talked about the girl he dropped off, knocking on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead boy&apos;s gf (blonde, pale, sickly and stuck up) said I was okay but obviously not as gorgeous as her. So I bitch slapped her (we had moved, somehow, from the Grocery store to the beach) and drowned her in the ocean in some weird contraption (kind of like a crab trap mixed with a lantern.) In the end she drowned and sank to the sand (we were in the shallows) as a piece of cooked shrimp. Lead man was a little pissed so I felt bad and tried to pick her up with my feet. Unfortunately I couldn&apos;t find her, so I dunked my head underwater and tried to feel around with my hands. When that didn&apos;t work I opened my eyes, expecting lots of sting, not really getting it. I picked her up and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I remember I was at some kind of school function. It was night time, outside was very dark. In a way the layout reminded me of the game Bully (which rules, btw.) I was outside and I was heading away from the big crowds, or at least to its peripheral. I sat on a bench when suddenly, beside me, I saw Adam! He was still very beautiful, as if he was still 16. He had black hair, crisp blue eyes, and a welcoming smile. I was very happy to see him and overcome with love! I draped my arm around his shoulder and pulled his torso on top of mine on the bench and we kissed, like old lovers reunited. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I had to leave though (I was probably woken up) so I found myself in a hospital on some high floor trying to leave with my buddies. By this time it was very late and nothing was open, so I went to the elevator after leaving the people who worked on that floor (I think they just wanted to talk but I had things to do so I left) and got inside with about 3 other people. We picked the first floor but the elevator was crazy and tuck us up, down, up again with a pattern like: 8, 12, 4, 6, 11, 2, 1. Finally we left and tried to go next door to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However! On the way there we met up with Raj and Simran, and they were in love doing their thing to get to marry each other or whatever. I felt horrible because I didn&apos;t have that bond :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 18:19:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>79</title>
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  <description>Last night was pretty unproductive. I didn&apos;t even get to watch Boondocks! Okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I was in an Airport with my AP Lit class and we were going somewhere swanky, or maybe we were flying back to Columbus from Hawaii. Anyway, the Airport was lovely. Not too spacious, enough room to not be too crowded, excellent lighting and colorful scenery inside. Mrs. Portwood was looking distraught though because we had JUST missed our flight! Everyone else was goofing off so I told her I&apos;d go down and see if I could exchange my ticket for a later flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the elevator downstairs and somehow managed to find myself outside, looking for a ticketing booth. There were trees and it was very pleasant, like a mix between campus and Tripler. Some geeky Asian guy tried to walk around with me, and though he was creepy and slightly stalkerish I didn&apos;t mind too much. Then I was escorted inside by a handsom older gentlemen into a bar like area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember studying katakana and hiragana in the corner of my room, which was really interesting because I&apos;ve heard you can&apos;t read in your dreams, but sure enough I was writing hiragana &quot;a&quot; and &quot;o.&quot; And it wasn&apos;t crazy doodles, they were the actual characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I find this draft many weeks later, so my dream will be a) dated wrong and b) far less descriptive from here on out. Shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently this was a VG segment, and the setting was some theme park kind of deal. There was a bully pickin&apos; on people and to the rescue were JUMPING MONKEYS! They were like Mario and Ape Escape remixed. I might have been the leader and we kicked his tail in many different ways. Our real quest, however, was to search for this crystal, which was in the eyesocket of some human head (freshly dead, I guess) and I had to get it out with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, George, and I were at some building. Some crazy Hospital/Museum remix of a building (The sterility of a hospital with the boredom of a WWII Museum!) Mom and George were doing family stuff (aka Not watching the exhibits or learning, probably buying souvenirs. I went unstairs via and elevator and got to a really hospital like floor. I went to the Vending Machines to see how much they cost and got myself a drink. As I was walking back to the elevator I noticed the floor had a &quot;Caution: Wet Floor&quot; sign and I passed by this pretty cute, older, indie kid. Black hair, not quite as tall as me, stripped long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;ll do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 18:36:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>78</title>
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  <description>BEEN A WHILE!!!!! Today I am excited because I woke up super early! And Took a Shower! And then I&apos;ll clean Rex&apos;s cage and have toast play and stuff!!!!!! Oh Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the first thing I remember is being in a house. It was kind of like the one in Kentucky, except more modernized in some areas, and the kitchen and living quarters were flipped. Anyway, some chick was taking a shower, and she was a total Bitch. We&apos;ll call her Lucy. She&apos;s about George&apos;s age, and George hates her too. So, I decide to hide something of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she made us all give up something, or give her all of our candies or something silly and bitchy like that, so I hid her favorite donut things. First I hid them behind these decorations on this table above her eye level, but decided that wouldn&apos;t cut it. I talked to Big Mike and he hates her too, apparently. Mom agrees that hiding these donuts would be a great idea, so I look on. I move into the kitchen and try to hide them under the stove and in cupboards and stuff, but they&apos;re in a box and I don&apos;t want to screw it up. So I put them in this cool compartment and slide it back in the stove (it&apos;s like two trays you slide in with handles under the big compartment of the stove.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later I go &quot;wtf?&quot; and take them back out, only to notice they&apos;re burning hot! It must be a super sweet bagel or pizza toaster. Awesome! Unfortunately, now the bagel/donut things are in a pot, which is red hot, so I take a oven mitts and pry them away. Then.. I don&apos;t remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then we&apos;re at some museum of some sort. I think it was just an extension of the Kitchen after I was done with the donuts, but whatever.  Inside there were cases and displays and whatnot. It looked kind of like a western museum. It was dim and creepy inside, though. Mom, Mike and I were all together, and we were looking at a road map in the Museum! Road Trip! There were two routes, and we picked the one that made the most sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we left and got into the car and started driving. A family who left before us was stuck and we didn&apos;t stop by to help them. AND THEN SUDDENLY THE ROAD TURNED INTO PACMAN&apos;S LAIR! So we were getting yum yums and eating bad guys and also almost getting eaten by bad guys. Scarey! And then somehow we made it to a picnic like thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I guess we drive through Pacmanland (which was supposed to be California on the map) and land in some Picnic or Cook Out is someone&apos;s back yard! It might be Carrie&apos;s, but I really can&apos;t tell. I walk inside because I feel like playing pokemon and spot a guy in the bathroom (with the door open) naked in the shower pulling the shower curtain across him. I just see his arms, though. Then I think about going online in the room next to the bathroom. I think I do, come out again, and WHAM theres an elevator! I take it up to the 3rd or 2nd floor, I think, to go play Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the really most awesome cool part. So there are pokemon, right? I mean, I went up the elevator and WHAM! I&apos;ve got pokemon in my party and I&apos;m fighting bad guys. In the elevator, furthermore, I can scroll around the area and pick who I want to fight. The elevator is my base, kind of. I scrolled around for a semi easy pokemon but ended up getting a mysteriously cloudy pokemon. I selected it and opened the elevator doors where I saw it coming towards me. I battled it with my Luxray, probably, caught it. It went to my party (I had an extra space). I selected it in my elevator (from my party) and it came out, did it&apos;s thing, and then showed up as a Coughing. Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I left the elevator and went downstairs. It was a garden like house, kind of like some really lame RPG.. You could walk through hallways and go in through different doors that all lead outside or downstairs or back. Somehow, though, I knew I was being attacked. Like I was being sniped. So I ran. I ran from the inner garden of the house (dimly lit, lots of small plots) through to the hallway, into the outdoor garden, and then out of the game. Traps were set everywhere. As I left the inner garden people came out trying to catch me. In the outdoor garden people were trying to get me again, with tractors and stuff, but I ran. I opened the gate and ran. The people were coming so I hid around a corner, and they went past. The outdoor garden exploded into flames. I ran but came face to face with a man who had ordered me caught or killed before. He was in a truck and opened fire on me. I fell to the ground, hoping he&apos;d move on by, but he made sure and shot me in the head a few times from ontop of his truck. I saw myself with blood gushing out of my head. As a side note, this is called Alice&apos;s because in the end I felt a lot like Alice in Wonderland. I looked like her too, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 16:33:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>77</title>
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  <description>A bunch! I was supposed to do HW last night but slept and woke up a lot instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) I don&apos;t remember too much. A large mansion, night, dark, gloomy/scarey. There were maybe 4 others besides myself there. I think we were monster hunting. The guy I partnered up with was somewhat handsome but very full of himself and tried to force himself on me. The others came to my aid and we circled him, his back to a wall. I think he was the monster. The mansion had many stairways and halls and pretty artifacts; it was more like a school turned into a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Strange. I was at Ian&apos;s house. I took a shower and I think someone came into the bathroom to do something, but I didn&apos;t mind. Then I got ready, dressed, so forth. Ian took a bath, and I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth or something. I think he was a little pissed at that, but I didn&apos;t really understand why. I wasn&apos;t in love with him or anything, just curious. When I left, I looked back and talked to him a little through a crack in his bedroom. He was laying in his bed, probably naked, surrounded by blanket. Very cute. He said something akin to &quot;Now it&apos;s time to snuggle in bed.&quot; I knew he meant alone. I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) Animals galore! Somehow I had a whole collection of safari animals in my laundry room and I had to move them to a zoo in x amount of time or I&apos;d loose the game. I did this in two trials. The first trail I tried to get them all on an ark but the guy operating the ark freaked out and left me on land, so I went by car and failed. Second time I successfully got some animals on the ark (the ones I didn&apos;t could swim, so w/e) but I was worried about George. The ark was for people, and there were a lot of people in the ark. George asked if he and his friend could go in, and I said yes but to be careful. No one was watching them, so he might have gotten hurt. I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I kind of stopped. I don&apos;t think I got all the safari animals onboard, but it didn&apos;t matter anymore. While I was loading all these animals people from my house left in fear. I followed one couple, I think, and we ended up on some mountain range (inhabited of course.) I had made a friend here and we were hanging out. I think he had a farm. He looked very friendly; I think I met him through community service or something. There were a bunch of kids with spatulas and they were hammering and yelling or something. Probably Pumpkin harvesting. They looked really cute, and as they all corralled into the school bus one kid dropped his spatula. I grabbed it and gave it back saying &quot;Here you go!&quot; he said &quot;My dad doesn&apos;t want this anymore, I dropped it on the ground.&quot; I said &quot;Ask him anyway, and maybe he&apos;ll take it back. If not, you can always contact me and I&apos;ll take it!&quot; A girl nearby asked &quot;Well, don&apos;t you have your own spatula?&quot; and I said &quot;Yes, but it&apos;s plastic,&quot; and left :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Brief. I remember being back home where the animals were (I guess it was a slightly redecorated, relocated Aumakua st.) and I was at a table, maybe eating a meal. I was looking for something in vain, though, but was taking a break. I went back to my room and continued looking, when some woman I knew and trusted gave me a load of luestra packets or something. I was looking for the antidote to changing into a werewolf this moon phase. Luestra just kind of kept me tame and knocked out, as it were. She had oodles and poodles of packets and said &quot;Don&apos;t worry about it, you&apos;re covered.&quot; However, I didn&apos;t really feel like relying on this for the rest of my life when the &quot;cure&quot; was a stone like object I just had to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Fireworks caught my eye. &quot;What the-- But it&apos;s Monday afternoon! Why are there fireworks?&quot; I asked. But then I shut up and just enjoyed them. I got Mike and everyone else&apos;s attention and we all sat and watched the fireworks off in the distance. I could see them reflected off of ideally placed Mirrors, and sometimes they were even magnified, for a better view, but the scope was too small so I ended up watching the actual fireworks and not the reflections.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 21:07:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>76 - Holy Kanoly, it&apos;s been a while!</title>
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  <description>My dream was completely continuous. Ie, No three separate parts. However, I&apos;m somewhat confused of the order (I know the last one was last, though) so I split it into three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in some lonely, large room. Maybe the living room of my old Kentucky home, I don&apos;t know. I was looking at some artifacts I apparently made in AP Jap, probably because that was my hardest class (or at least most prereqed?) There was a blue bell that was pretty crappy with yellow and green butterflies around it, all made from glass. There were 3 other artifacts: one was a Christmas tree Christmas tree ornament and the other two were something pretty-- I forgot! They were all made from glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the bell was kind of crappy I poked a hole through the top notch (where you&apos;d hang it from a string) and made sure the edges were uniform with the rest of the ornament. The glass was a lot like taffy, and I had to push and smear it down so the color was the same, and not air-bubble-lighter. Then I saw these 3 butterflies that weren&apos;t attached to the bell: they were near by, waiting to be strung up to ring the bell. So I collected them and was about to test their tone when I found more, and more, and more butterflies and other small artifacts, made from porcelain and plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These figures were then part of little sets: one was of a ship or something, and the artifacts that went with it were Balthier and Fran from FFXII, some wolves, and a pirate or two. The ship was constructed of maybe 5 different areas of space: A hallway, a deck, another smaller deck, a captain&apos;s room, and a smaller room of something else :D For a moment I saw the struggle of the two heroes against the pack and the fear that emanated from them of the pirate captain. However, to me the deck looked small, Balthier plastic, and everything stationary, as I looked over the rest of the artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more, but I&apos;ve forgotten them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;m at some fair type thing, and people are everywhere. How can I explain this rationally? Well, I&apos;m psychic, or maybe I have control of time, and everytime I make an action something comes about differently. Sometimes people die, sometimes they barely escape disaster, etc. I guess it&apos;s like Lola Rennt. Anyway, I think one of the areas I explore in this carnival like landscape is the ship I was talking about before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I meet Dominic Deegan and we chat for a bit before something tries to suck us up into it&apos;s belly. I hold onto some piece of wall and push Dominic behind me, and we escape. I explain to him that I&apos;ve become psychic and I can see into the future and all this time I haven&apos;t seen him survive once, in all the different possibilities. I think I was lying, but I didn&apos;t realize it until later, so Dominic believed me and was very helpful and cooperative. I think while we were running we made out, which is just letting me know that my libido is still safely out of whack. Everyone was running somewhere or doing something: a very busy scene. No one noticed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie dropped me and Mike off at our house, when we found the garage door was halfway up and there was crap missing. Like my bike. So we went next door to the Circuit City like store. It sold a bunch more stuff, but the people wore red uniforms like Circuit City. Anywho, there was my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well looky here, Mike, it&apos;s my Bike.&quot; I was a little pissed about it. They stole my bike and put it in their store. And ontop of that the chain was missing, but I was magically able to still ride it somehow. So I rode around the store being smarmy with the clerk, telling her this is my Bike and I am somewhat pissed about it being there and not in my Garage, which is next door and broken into. She was a little flushed and tried to maintain some resemblance of professionalism, but I was just so much of a bitch. I was the bitchiest I&apos;ve ever been in my life. Ever. Which is something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she wrote me up for 6 dollars, which I actually didn&apos;t bitch about. I just said &quot;I actually don&apos;t have 6 dollars on me, lol&quot; and left and came back with the money. And then I think I took my bike and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird how pissed I was and how bitchy I was, and yet how I was still able to succumb to this stupid 6 bucks. Well, whatever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 18:43:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>75.</title>
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  <description>Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;m in a condo in some large building far away from the coast (Hawaii, of course,) but I&apos;m still able to see the ocean waves. Suddenly a giant tsunami comes and wrecks havoc on the coastline, and travels miles just to get to my building. It&apos;s so large it actually splashes my window. I feel really bad for everyone who obviously just died, but really awed too at the coolness of it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 20:15:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>74</title>
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  <description>Brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was at school, except it was more like St. Elmo&apos;s during the summer of 05. There was an old lady who kept bothering and somehow I managed to creep her out/scare her away to do what I wanted. I walked around the classrooms and found Mrs. Highnote and we chatted for a bit. Then I saw Mrs. McConnell and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was walking around the backyards of people&apos;s unfenced off houses some beautiful, sunny summer day. I passed by trees and beautiful plants and other things. I guess I was walking back when I saw Jon Smith, Konrad K, and a few other friends of mine were dressed up and about to have a party. I was under a bush and found a Jambu Air (pronounced ai-ear) and started munching on it while watching people. It wasn&apos;t ripe, so it was hard to eat it, but I managed to hear a little bit of what Jon was saying (thanks for coming, welcome, etc.) I was wearing pretty much what I wore the day before irl (red shirt, jeans with crisscrossy stripes) so I wasn&apos;t dressed up enough to join the party. I was kind of pissed-- who the hell throws a dress up party and doesn&apos;t inform everyone (including me? :( ) Then I saw Janelle and Julie together, dressed up in the same outfit (a skanky rhinestone&apos;d black bra and some pants) but Julie wore a shirt under it, kind of defeating the purpose. I walked over and made a witty joke and everyone laughed. I felt like I was probably going to have some of this tea party food and news anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I was at a mall after closing hours with some guy from Hell, most likely. I don&apos;t think he actually exists. He was basically Happiness, except new. It was a date, I guess. I really liked this guy, and we made out. Afterwards I saw there were animals who had escaped, so I ran and caught the majority of them. I caught a Guinea Pig, a small dog, and maybe a bird. I had to put them in the right cages so they wouldn&apos;t escape again, but I&apos;m pretty sure the petstore people fscked up. I did the best I could when my sister called, talking about some bad trouble. The guy I was with (I want to say his sn was wormandings or something equally weird) left and instead there was Zanno. We rushed to my sister&apos;s house, or just magically appeared there. While on the phone with her, worm* called again, and I whisper to Zanno quite exaggeratedly, &quot;He ALWAYS CALLS when I&apos;m on the phone with my sister!&quot; He checked his phone and replied &quot;Well, he hasn&apos;t called me.&quot; My sister appears from behind a door after hanging up and says she needs to move out or something. &quot;I really want to go to school here, you know, but I just can&apos;t manage it.&quot; So while I&apos;m trying to console her and make her feel better We get jumped, from inside the house, and pushed out. The door closes like a garage door behind us and we hear Beating Up noises and whatnot. Then Zanno opens the door and him and Rock Lee kicked the bad guy&apos;s butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--To celebrate Rock Lee and Zanno&apos;s ass whooping abilities we throw a party. Zanno finds some fireworks Rock Lee&apos;s been hiding and makes fun of him, saying he&apos;s gay. We have fun getting the fireworks ready to shoot out, and there&apos;s a lot of talk about sexual stuff. Then people split up to do what they like. Alex talks to somepeople, Zanno gets into the booze (and other stuff) and Rock Lee and I talk about martial arts and stuff. Then we make out, and I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then stuff I don&apos;t remember chronologically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanno and I were in a car somewhere, driving along miles and miles of scenery. To my right (I&apos;m the passenger) I see miles and miles of swamp, shallow water, and dead trees. Everything is gray. I ask him silly questions (What does a swamp do to the plants that already existed there?) and he is patient and answers the best he can. Even though everything is gray it&apos;s still very beautiful.</description>
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