[Dream] Have you ever been the heroine of a horror movie?
[FR] Cette fois la version anglaise! Je viens de zieuter la traduction Google, c'est à mourir de rire, sérieusement X'DDDDDD Il faut que quelqu'un m'explique comment, oui COMMENT ils ont réussi à traduire "flocon" (snowflake) par "little jars" (flacons). J'ai regardé trois fois, je n'ai pas fait de faute de frappe et c'était même en majuscules, WTF ??? X'DDDDD
Pfiou, que de boulot tout de même, je vais éviter les pavés de plus de 1000 mots à l'avenir je pense...
[ENG] Hi guys, as promised, here's the English version of my previous post.
I've just read quickly the Google translation and I'm crying of laughter, it's HI-LA-RIOUS X'DDDDD How on Earth could have they translated "flOcon" (snowflake) into "little jars" (flAcons)??? There wasn't even a typo and it was in written in CAPS X'DDDDDD
People who can read both versions of my entries know that I don't simply word for word so don't be surprised if you see only few similarities between Google translate and my version.
That horror movie was just so strange! It almost made sense and all. Almost, because it's only a dream after all. The worst is that it fizzled out!!!! Dang, I want the end the end the end, GIMME THE EEEEEEEEEEEEND TT_TT *rolls on the floor*
/!\ WARNING /!\
CLICHÉS ALL OVER THE PLACE UNDER THE CUT
1,100 words - Nothing explicit
Any resemblance to actual events, real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Ahem.
We're in winter, it's cold, dry and all white outside. We're in the evening in a kind of chalet and I'm having a shower. Quite a long shower, as if I was afraid to stop. From a spectator's point of view, I know there are other people in there and it looks like a group of young ones made a skiing trip.
When I'm finally done with my shower, I'm miraculously dried and dressed, dreams are magic <3 The wooden door opens slightly and comes back to its ajar initial position, it's very quick (yay, I don't lock bathroom doors, dunno, people hear me inside and they have no reason to come in so I don't have any reason to lock either). I seem to know that what made the door move is on the ground so I crouch down and slowly open the door with my fingertip. The thing that knocked the door earlier was an inert male hand and the matching apathetic body is there lying on the floor too. He didn't do that on his own so I look up and make out blonde hair and a female silhouette wearing a red baby-doll.
Our eyes meet, I slam the door and lock immediately. I'm amazed at my own reflexes *proud* I am no genius, I am a psychic who can foresee the future, which explains my uneasy feelings in the shower. Seems that I can see the past as well. Now, I have a vision. Outside, in the snow, from a ground-level window, someone is trying to escape; her head and shoulders are out, she's wriggling and suddenly looks up. The camera is above her and falls down quickly to her waist like a guillotine. Future or past, I can't tell. The girl I saw is not myself, I'm only sure about one thing: this is what's awaiting for me if I don't react quickly. The blonde is breaking the door with her axe already, no more time for dreaming.
I climb on the sink and open the narrow window. I fail at widening the opening because only one layer of the wall peels off, like that thick cardboard we have at work. Ok Ok Ok, I'll do it differently: quick quick, I remove some snow with my forearm and like a samuraï pizza cat, I hold the upper part of the opening and place my legs first. I "push" in the snow. Coooooooold >_<"
I'm out in one go without wriggling too much, my baby-doll is even still on my laps, dreams are awesome when it comes to this kind of details <3 I stand up and start running like crazy, barefoot in my baby-doll, that actual one I forgot last year at Ginie's house, white and grey, with red straps. Curiously, my feet don't hurt and although it's the evening, the sky is still clear, it's not dark yet. This is a dull moment, perfect for a flashback.
During the day, the sky is gray, it rained earlier and darkened the stone of a court. It's similar to my old middle school court except the covered playground wasn't made of plastic but of dark brown tiles. There's a kind of fashion show going without platform, the girls walk in a single line and the contest seems to include a play part: they have to keep walking until the tables and pretend to do some shopping. The blonde must be there, I can't remember seeing her there. I don't even have a defined memory of her face at all. The memory is almost only colours: dark brown and teal blue.
Flashbacks are supposedly here for a reason so I suppose that the blonde lost the contest or whatsoever and wanted revenge on everyone in the audience who didn't support her. Unlucky me, I was there and I don't even remenber doing anything against heeeeeer TT_TT Why so much hate? "Because she's an antagonist!" But, why me? "Because you're the heroine!"
I didn't look back even once and retrospectively, I'm not even sure she was running after me. In any case, I had to find a shelter and the farther from her axe the better!!!! Exactly when the flashback ends, my hero arrives in his ATV in the snow (whereas he actually only owns an old C4 XDDDD). The vehicle stops a few steps from me, Cafard comes out and covers my shoulders with a brown blanket because he's a gentleman. Coincidentally, my dream is about Cafard, who wears GLASSES. Have I ever mentioned my weakness against megane boys? I can't tell why but boys wearing glasses make me squee, they're super cute. A girl wearing glasses, not really. A red-haired girl will make me awwwww. A red-haired boy not at all. Nevermind.
I sit on the passenger seat and we're leaving.
We find a shelter that looks like a parking lot, all open (I can see the snow) and all in dark brown wood instead of concrete. Afterwards and awake, I wonder why we couldn't simply stay in the car. BECAUSE IT'S A DREAM HONEY AND DREAMS AREN'T LOGICAL. Anyhow, we lay down on brown blankets, facing each other. I'm still wearing my baby-doll and Cafard put off his jacket, he's in T-shirt and pants. I tremble, he extends his arm, strokes my cheek and kisses me tenderly. OF COURSE WE KISS, IT'S A HORROR MOVIE, THE TENSION CAME DOWN AND I AM THE HEROINE, WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING??? AND IT'S A DREAM ANYWAYS. The kiss is chaste, it doesn't last, it's just here to comfort me. *melts* And we fall asleep agaisnt each other.
I wake up first and go for hot drinks. I don't know where and how I made them and when I go back to Cafard, he's still lying down and the blankets falls from his back revealing an axe! I open up my eyes again, I'm still in his arms, it was only a premonition. I hold him tighter against me but his brain is oozing. I wake up once more and... I WOKE UP FOR REAAAAAAAAAAAL OMG TT_______________TT Was the second time an other vision of the future or was is "real"? Does the blonde attacks us? Does Cafard survive as the heroine's lover? Do I survive as the heroine? How do I kill the blonde? ARRRRRRRRRRRRRH ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH THE END THE END THE END I WANT THE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND TT______TT *headdesk*
Just to clarify: Cafard is not his actual name, it's the French for Cockroach *private joke*. Moreover, Cafard and I are NOT lovers AT ALL. And there's no way we'll be ">_> We don't even live in the same city, he's pretty distant with me and not touchy with anyone.
Arrrrrrrh arrrrrrrh, I'll never dream of the end of this horror movie TT______TT If you feel inspired and have any ideas, as crazy as they may be, feel free to share them with me, I'm DYING to know TT_TT And as always, point out my grammar mistakes, mispellings and awkward phrasings, I'd love to improve my English c:
Pfiou, que de boulot tout de même, je vais éviter les pavés de plus de 1000 mots à l'avenir je pense...
[ENG] Hi guys, as promised, here's the English version of my previous post.
I've just read quickly the Google translation and I'm crying of laughter, it's HI-LA-RIOUS X'DDDDD How on Earth could have they translated "flOcon" (snowflake) into "little jars" (flAcons)??? There wasn't even a typo and it was in written in CAPS X'DDDDDD
People who can read both versions of my entries know that I don't simply word for word so don't be surprised if you see only few similarities between Google translate and my version.
That horror movie was just so strange! It almost made sense and all. Almost, because it's only a dream after all. The worst is that it fizzled out!!!! Dang, I want the end the end the end, GIMME THE EEEEEEEEEEEEND TT_TT *rolls on the floor*
/!\ WARNING /!\
CLICHÉS ALL OVER THE PLACE UNDER THE CUT
1,100 words - Nothing explicit
Any resemblance to actual events, real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Ahem.
We're in winter, it's cold, dry and all white outside. We're in the evening in a kind of chalet and I'm having a shower. Quite a long shower, as if I was afraid to stop. From a spectator's point of view, I know there are other people in there and it looks like a group of young ones made a skiing trip.
When I'm finally done with my shower, I'm miraculously dried and dressed, dreams are magic <3 The wooden door opens slightly and comes back to its ajar initial position, it's very quick (yay, I don't lock bathroom doors, dunno, people hear me inside and they have no reason to come in so I don't have any reason to lock either). I seem to know that what made the door move is on the ground so I crouch down and slowly open the door with my fingertip. The thing that knocked the door earlier was an inert male hand and the matching apathetic body is there lying on the floor too. He didn't do that on his own so I look up and make out blonde hair and a female silhouette wearing a red baby-doll.
Our eyes meet, I slam the door and lock immediately. I'm amazed at my own reflexes *proud* I am no genius, I am a psychic who can foresee the future, which explains my uneasy feelings in the shower. Seems that I can see the past as well. Now, I have a vision. Outside, in the snow, from a ground-level window, someone is trying to escape; her head and shoulders are out, she's wriggling and suddenly looks up. The camera is above her and falls down quickly to her waist like a guillotine. Future or past, I can't tell. The girl I saw is not myself, I'm only sure about one thing: this is what's awaiting for me if I don't react quickly. The blonde is breaking the door with her axe already, no more time for dreaming.
I climb on the sink and open the narrow window. I fail at widening the opening because only one layer of the wall peels off, like that thick cardboard we have at work. Ok Ok Ok, I'll do it differently: quick quick, I remove some snow with my forearm and like a samuraï pizza cat, I hold the upper part of the opening and place my legs first. I "push" in the snow. Coooooooold >_<"
I'm out in one go without wriggling too much, my baby-doll is even still on my laps, dreams are awesome when it comes to this kind of details <3 I stand up and start running like crazy, barefoot in my baby-doll, that actual one I forgot last year at Ginie's house, white and grey, with red straps. Curiously, my feet don't hurt and although it's the evening, the sky is still clear, it's not dark yet. This is a dull moment, perfect for a flashback.
During the day, the sky is gray, it rained earlier and darkened the stone of a court. It's similar to my old middle school court except the covered playground wasn't made of plastic but of dark brown tiles. There's a kind of fashion show going without platform, the girls walk in a single line and the contest seems to include a play part: they have to keep walking until the tables and pretend to do some shopping. The blonde must be there, I can't remember seeing her there. I don't even have a defined memory of her face at all. The memory is almost only colours: dark brown and teal blue.
Flashbacks are supposedly here for a reason so I suppose that the blonde lost the contest or whatsoever and wanted revenge on everyone in the audience who didn't support her. Unlucky me, I was there and I don't even remenber doing anything against heeeeeer TT_TT Why so much hate? "Because she's an antagonist!" But, why me? "Because you're the heroine!"
I didn't look back even once and retrospectively, I'm not even sure she was running after me. In any case, I had to find a shelter and the farther from her axe the better!!!! Exactly when the flashback ends, my hero arrives in his ATV in the snow (whereas he actually only owns an old C4 XDDDD). The vehicle stops a few steps from me, Cafard comes out and covers my shoulders with a brown blanket because he's a gentleman. Coincidentally, my dream is about Cafard, who wears GLASSES. Have I ever mentioned my weakness against megane boys? I can't tell why but boys wearing glasses make me squee, they're super cute. A girl wearing glasses, not really. A red-haired girl will make me awwwww. A red-haired boy not at all. Nevermind.
I sit on the passenger seat and we're leaving.
We find a shelter that looks like a parking lot, all open (I can see the snow) and all in dark brown wood instead of concrete. Afterwards and awake, I wonder why we couldn't simply stay in the car. BECAUSE IT'S A DREAM HONEY AND DREAMS AREN'T LOGICAL. Anyhow, we lay down on brown blankets, facing each other. I'm still wearing my baby-doll and Cafard put off his jacket, he's in T-shirt and pants. I tremble, he extends his arm, strokes my cheek and kisses me tenderly. OF COURSE WE KISS, IT'S A HORROR MOVIE, THE TENSION CAME DOWN AND I AM THE HEROINE, WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING??? AND IT'S A DREAM ANYWAYS. The kiss is chaste, it doesn't last, it's just here to comfort me. *melts* And we fall asleep agaisnt each other.
I wake up first and go for hot drinks. I don't know where and how I made them and when I go back to Cafard, he's still lying down and the blankets falls from his back revealing an axe! I open up my eyes again, I'm still in his arms, it was only a premonition. I hold him tighter against me but his brain is oozing. I wake up once more and... I WOKE UP FOR REAAAAAAAAAAAL OMG TT_______________TT Was the second time an other vision of the future or was is "real"? Does the blonde attacks us? Does Cafard survive as the heroine's lover? Do I survive as the heroine? How do I kill the blonde? ARRRRRRRRRRRRRH ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH THE END THE END THE END I WANT THE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND TT______TT *headdesk*
Just to clarify: Cafard is not his actual name, it's the French for Cockroach *private joke*. Moreover, Cafard and I are NOT lovers AT ALL. And there's no way we'll be ">_> We don't even live in the same city, he's pretty distant with me and not touchy with anyone.
Arrrrrrrh arrrrrrrh, I'll never dream of the end of this horror movie TT______TT If you feel inspired and have any ideas, as crazy as they may be, feel free to share them with me, I'm DYING to know TT_TT And as always, point out my grammar mistakes, mispellings and awkward phrasings, I'd love to improve my English c: