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Okay so if I wrote an entry for all my dreams, I'd bore you to tears. But this one a couple nights ago was just ASKING to be documented.
So we the Americans did something to make the Incas REAL mad. Because the Incas were still people who lived in Peru, obviously. I was in a very secluded rural area with, of course, all my friends and open field and an archery course, and the Incas started shooting from the mountain tops. The Inca girls swarmed down to hurt us, first in traditional IncaWear, then in regular clothes. And were they EVER in my face! Laughing at me, picking on me, calling me whitey (oh, high school memories...) and I was screaming at them "WHAT DID I DO TO YOU! HUH?! WHAT DID I DOOOO!?" So I had to jump in the ONE escape truck, and I managed to get in, and some Inca-looking girl got in too, and I tried to push her out and throw out her documentation so she couldn't ride in the truck (?) but she earnestly said NOOO and pointed at her green and yellow Chi Omega shirt (clearly Inca colors) so I was like oh she's in my sorority she can stay in our escape truck.
We drove for hours. Lollipops were enjoyed. Somehow, although I drove through the sticks of like, Arkansas, I ended up back at my house with Holly and Keenya, my co-intern who plays the McDonalds computer game all day (no joke) and we had to hide under the windows so the Incas wouldn't find us, but they were apparently localized in rural areas, so we were safe except the police were after us ahhhh and then I woke up.
Phew. Better than the dream when I had my daughter Noni and she fit in a pill jar and glowed at night and her fathers were James Scott then Neil Quinn and then she was three, normal sized, and had red hair SUP WITH THAT?
So we the Americans did something to make the Incas REAL mad. Because the Incas were still people who lived in Peru, obviously. I was in a very secluded rural area with, of course, all my friends and open field and an archery course, and the Incas started shooting from the mountain tops. The Inca girls swarmed down to hurt us, first in traditional IncaWear, then in regular clothes. And were they EVER in my face! Laughing at me, picking on me, calling me whitey (oh, high school memories...) and I was screaming at them "WHAT DID I DO TO YOU! HUH?! WHAT DID I DOOOO!?" So I had to jump in the ONE escape truck, and I managed to get in, and some Inca-looking girl got in too, and I tried to push her out and throw out her documentation so she couldn't ride in the truck (?) but she earnestly said NOOO and pointed at her green and yellow Chi Omega shirt (clearly Inca colors) so I was like oh she's in my sorority she can stay in our escape truck.
We drove for hours. Lollipops were enjoyed. Somehow, although I drove through the sticks of like, Arkansas, I ended up back at my house with Holly and Keenya, my co-intern who plays the McDonalds computer game all day (no joke) and we had to hide under the windows so the Incas wouldn't find us, but they were apparently localized in rural areas, so we were safe except the police were after us ahhhh and then I woke up.
Phew. Better than the dream when I had my daughter Noni and she fit in a pill jar and glowed at night and her fathers were James Scott then Neil Quinn and then she was three, normal sized, and had red hair SUP WITH THAT?