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ghostdrive) wrote2005-08-17 11:16 am
ghostdrive) wrote2005-08-17 11:16 am
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For some odd reason, I'm rather aggressive in my dreams. This usually involves me picking fights and cussing up a storm. This "self" is pretty much the opposite of normal personality. I guess beneath my (mostly) mellow exterior there's a fighter waiting to bust loose. *laughs* Combined with the fact I often have school related dreams, the following is the strange dream I had. My high school counselor, Mrs. R, is the most evil person ever in my dreams. I don't know why, she just is. Maybe its because she once "jokingly" threatened to wring my neck if I didn't get my scholarship stuff filled out.
Anyway, we (myself, Mrs. R, a boy named Dylan F. I knew in HS, and several others I can't remember) were in a room with VERY tall concrete walls, small desks, and grass instead of carpet. It was kind of like a prison. For some reason, Mrs. R decided to share my physics grade with everyone. It was a D. A D!!! I've never made a D in my life. Low B's are enough to make me cringe. She shared my grade in such a hateful, condescending way that it just pissed me off. I ended up ripping apart all the papers she had in front of her while she just stared. As I was looking for a door to leave (Was there even an exit to that room?), I spotted some sort of scythe-like device. So of course, in my pissed off state, I fling it at her. But, Dylan F. is also walking about 10 feet behind me (for some unknown reason) and the scythe-thingy boomerangs back and whacks him in the lower back.
Oh man, I am just horrified since he's always been nice and polite towards me in real life. I end up falling to my knees and bowing my head to the floor while apologizing profusely to him. I tell him he can hit me as hard as he wants to make up for it. He just smiles at me and say, "That's okay. I know you didn't mean to hit me," and walks off. Dylan, you are a total saint in my dream. Then I woke up. One other thing I can faintly recall is that Asami from Viewfinder was my boyfriend that I was trying to find (or he was somewhere in a higher room staring down at my concrete classroom, I think). WTF?! Asami?! That's just scary. But damn, he's sexy! (That's him in the icon btw.)
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Looks like a boy for Britney Spears--Okay, I don't like Spears or her music, but I thought this quote was worth posting (its regarding her choice of baby clothes): “She has very good taste, actually: elegant and simple. I was surprised.” BWAHAHA! She doesn't exactly exude class and sophistication I'm guessing. *snicker*Must resist urge to make Louisiana trash jokes.
Anyway, we (myself, Mrs. R, a boy named Dylan F. I knew in HS, and several others I can't remember) were in a room with VERY tall concrete walls, small desks, and grass instead of carpet. It was kind of like a prison. For some reason, Mrs. R decided to share my physics grade with everyone. It was a D. A D!!! I've never made a D in my life. Low B's are enough to make me cringe. She shared my grade in such a hateful, condescending way that it just pissed me off. I ended up ripping apart all the papers she had in front of her while she just stared. As I was looking for a door to leave (Was there even an exit to that room?), I spotted some sort of scythe-like device. So of course, in my pissed off state, I fling it at her. But, Dylan F. is also walking about 10 feet behind me (for some unknown reason) and the scythe-thingy boomerangs back and whacks him in the lower back.
Oh man, I am just horrified since he's always been nice and polite towards me in real life. I end up falling to my knees and bowing my head to the floor while apologizing profusely to him. I tell him he can hit me as hard as he wants to make up for it. He just smiles at me and say, "That's okay. I know you didn't mean to hit me," and walks off. Dylan, you are a total saint in my dream. Then I woke up. One other thing I can faintly recall is that Asami from Viewfinder was my boyfriend that I was trying to find (or he was somewhere in a higher room staring down at my concrete classroom, I think). WTF?! Asami?! That's just scary. But damn, he's sexy! (That's him in the icon btw.)
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Looks like a boy for Britney Spears--Okay, I don't like Spears or her music, but I thought this quote was worth posting (its regarding her choice of baby clothes): “She has very good taste, actually: elegant and simple. I was surprised.” BWAHAHA! She doesn't exactly exude class and sophistication I'm guessing. *snicker*