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If you were given a choice would you be a boy or a girl? by thenightbox
Often I think my life would have made so much more sense if I was a guy. Being a girl is usually fun and awesome, but really; I've had so many people tell me that I act like a guy/I'm like a guy. I've actually been thinking about it, and I think I'd make an okay guy. I'd be pretty smooth. HAHAHA. I think I could take care of a girl. And I think I'd be one of those sentimental, malambing guys who showers his girl with a lot of small gifts and the like. But I'd probably be seloso and have too many female friends for comfort. And I'd drive my girl crazy because I'd be so random.
I think that stems from my recent frustrations of being a girl and dealing with guys though. Hahaha. I like being a girl though, even if I supposedly have guy qualities. It's fun to surprise people. And I'd like to be taken care of and protected and 'feminine' stuff like that.
I guess I could roll with either gender. It just so happened that I'm a girl.
For there to be answers, there must be questions.
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This dream is a bit longer than my recent ones.
I was in a house, with cousins. I don't remember what we were doing there, but I remember there were a lot of young people there. I walked around a bit and I ended up playing with a glass sliding door, and when asked about it, I said "There are no sliding doors in my house."
Then, I was at a camp of some sort, with my psych blockmates. It was snowing; we were walking around. We came across tourist shops, with food. We stopped there and bought some things; I remember I was looking for either frozen yogurt or popsicles. Then it started snowing even harder. I played in the snow for a bit, then we continued on to the place where we were to stay for the night. While there, I remember taking an exam, a math exam. I don't remember what we were solving.
The next part, I think I was outside of a mall. I was walking through the alleys of buildings and parking areas, too. It was dusty and dirty, like most here in the Philippines. People watched me pass. Then, I got a shopping cart, and I continued walking between buildings and sometimes into buildings with the cart, and people actually helped me bring it down stairs and over curbs. I think the cart had groceries in it, though I'm not sure.
The last part I remember I was walking with my brother home. We crossed a street and I was trailing behind my brother, when we came across a house with the door open and yelling coming from the inside. The lights were off and we couldn't see anything inside. Then, a bunch of people ran inside. We waited a bit, and we went inside. (How smart.) I think Jeth went upstairs, and I looked around downstairs. Then someone yelled "GET OUT GET OUT" and all of a sudden there were these gunshots. I saw Jeth run outside, being chased by someone else, so I ran further into the house and looked for somewhere to hide. Some Asian guy grabs my hand and says "We have to hide!" and we hide in the small corner by the stairs. There was only enough room for one of us to completely hide, and he made me take the space. Then two 'bad guys' were there, near the stairs, and they see the other guy I'm with. They drag him out onto the floor, and I stay where I am, hidden. I try to see the guy, but then as I'm leaning out one of the bad guys sees me, and I freeze. He grins, and goes "Come here girlie.." and I put my face in my hands and start to cry. He tries to grab me and I yell and shriek as loud as I can "SOMEONE HELP US!" Suddenly another Asian guy pops out from one of the doors upstairs with a gun, and shoots the guy trying to grab me. The guy with me who was dragged to the floor scrambles up and down the hall into another room, as the other bad guy is still in the hall, with a gun, and starts shooting. I scramble up as well and grab a wrench I see on the floor and run down the hallway following the first guy into the next room, somehow avoiding getting shot. I pop out of another door and throw my wrench at him and it hits him, and I run up to him and grab a hardcover book from somewhere and hit him as hard as I can across the face. I beat the two guys up, yelling "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!" and I just continue beating and slapping them. I think the police come, and I'm escorted out of the house. Outside there are Police lights everywhere and spotlights from media. All of those involved in the 'shootout' are seated at a long table, drinking some water while being wrapped in blankets. They all look at me, and I start to cry.
Often I think my life would have made so much more sense if I was a guy. Being a girl is usually fun and awesome, but really; I've had so many people tell me that I act like a guy/I'm like a guy. I've actually been thinking about it, and I think I'd make an okay guy. I'd be pretty smooth. HAHAHA. I think I could take care of a girl. And I think I'd be one of those sentimental, malambing guys who showers his girl with a lot of small gifts and the like. But I'd probably be seloso and have too many female friends for comfort. And I'd drive my girl crazy because I'd be so random.
I think that stems from my recent frustrations of being a girl and dealing with guys though. Hahaha. I like being a girl though, even if I supposedly have guy qualities. It's fun to surprise people. And I'd like to be taken care of and protected and 'feminine' stuff like that.
I guess I could roll with either gender. It just so happened that I'm a girl.
For there to be answers, there must be questions.
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This dream is a bit longer than my recent ones.
I was in a house, with cousins. I don't remember what we were doing there, but I remember there were a lot of young people there. I walked around a bit and I ended up playing with a glass sliding door, and when asked about it, I said "There are no sliding doors in my house."
Then, I was at a camp of some sort, with my psych blockmates. It was snowing; we were walking around. We came across tourist shops, with food. We stopped there and bought some things; I remember I was looking for either frozen yogurt or popsicles. Then it started snowing even harder. I played in the snow for a bit, then we continued on to the place where we were to stay for the night. While there, I remember taking an exam, a math exam. I don't remember what we were solving.
The next part, I think I was outside of a mall. I was walking through the alleys of buildings and parking areas, too. It was dusty and dirty, like most here in the Philippines. People watched me pass. Then, I got a shopping cart, and I continued walking between buildings and sometimes into buildings with the cart, and people actually helped me bring it down stairs and over curbs. I think the cart had groceries in it, though I'm not sure.
The last part I remember I was walking with my brother home. We crossed a street and I was trailing behind my brother, when we came across a house with the door open and yelling coming from the inside. The lights were off and we couldn't see anything inside. Then, a bunch of people ran inside. We waited a bit, and we went inside. (How smart.) I think Jeth went upstairs, and I looked around downstairs. Then someone yelled "GET OUT GET OUT" and all of a sudden there were these gunshots. I saw Jeth run outside, being chased by someone else, so I ran further into the house and looked for somewhere to hide. Some Asian guy grabs my hand and says "We have to hide!" and we hide in the small corner by the stairs. There was only enough room for one of us to completely hide, and he made me take the space. Then two 'bad guys' were there, near the stairs, and they see the other guy I'm with. They drag him out onto the floor, and I stay where I am, hidden. I try to see the guy, but then as I'm leaning out one of the bad guys sees me, and I freeze. He grins, and goes "Come here girlie.." and I put my face in my hands and start to cry. He tries to grab me and I yell and shriek as loud as I can "SOMEONE HELP US!" Suddenly another Asian guy pops out from one of the doors upstairs with a gun, and shoots the guy trying to grab me. The guy with me who was dragged to the floor scrambles up and down the hall into another room, as the other bad guy is still in the hall, with a gun, and starts shooting. I scramble up as well and grab a wrench I see on the floor and run down the hallway following the first guy into the next room, somehow avoiding getting shot. I pop out of another door and throw my wrench at him and it hits him, and I run up to him and grab a hardcover book from somewhere and hit him as hard as I can across the face. I beat the two guys up, yelling "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!" and I just continue beating and slapping them. I think the police come, and I'm escorted out of the house. Outside there are Police lights everywhere and spotlights from media. All of those involved in the 'shootout' are seated at a long table, drinking some water while being wrapped in blankets. They all look at me, and I start to cry.