any dream will do.. again.
I think this all came about as i was trying to explain yesterday's MSN username to everyone. It was "Death by Volleyball...But also life?"
the reason, and purpose too it, was that last year during gym i was being stabbed to death on the volleyball courts, with glared daggers, and this year i am being emotionaly confused by a random un-named (except to almost everybody) volleyball player.
yes that is the story. of course i didnt explain it all to everyone who asked.
anyways, continuing. Last night i had the crazy'st dream. Guess what it was about? Thats right, Volleyball. And Death, And that random Boy that i love.
Here is how it went.
For some reason we were at the junior high gym, and we were watching a volleyball game. Or at least i was. One of the wierd things was that it was our schools boy players, against some random girl players. well my dream boy as he will be know for the moment was a crazy VB player. His specialty move seemed to be exact oposite of a spike. he somehow slammed the ball upwards so fast that it hit the cieling and the richoted right back to the ground on the other side of the net. Figure that. And in this game, that wasnt illigal of any sort. anyways. this happened a few times, then suddenly for no reason, a person who was sitting way up on top of something on the wall above the JH stage fell. It seemed like slow motion. And when that person landed they seemed to bounce, thier head echoing on the ground. Some one yelled "stop! just stop!" at the volleyball players, and i turned my back, afraid to look. then i looked over my shoulder, because i couldnt help myself. i didnt see anything really, but i had to leave the gym, so i walked through the crowd of people at the door, and out into the hall. There i met up with my mom, and we walked down the hallway to Mrs. Marshals class. My mom went inside to talk to the teacher, i stood outside. I looked through the window in the door, wich was fogged untill the bottom, and i saw casey smiling at me, and waving. I waved back, then proceded in looking around the class for LBF , but i had trouble finding him, because i couldnt see much of the class, and whenever i tried to look harder, i bumped my face into the glass. Finaly my mom came out of the class, and we continued down the hallway to where Mme. Millers class would have been. But intead of a grade 1 class room, there was a type of clothing store with a whole buch of striped mits, socks and scarfs. and some shirts hanging on the walls, wich were a deep red brown color, like mohogany. at the back of the room was a large doorway type thing that lead to a varanda looking out into the night sky. I stood outside for a while, then mom insisted that we leave the store, and i heard some ladies talking about how "the girl was okay." i supposed that was the person who fell from the wall. They said she was moving, and didnt seem to be to hurt.
so, at that note, my dream subsided, and i was left to blissful darkness, sleeping on untill 7:30 when my family awokened, and everyone headed off too school.
but not me. oh no. i stayed here all happy and such.
And then at 2:00 about, rachel appeared and we ran off too Alisons to watch VAn Helsing. Wich was wonderfull, even if it happened to be rather gruesom in some parts.... hehe.
and i stoll candy from alisons house. yum. I heart Candy.
And on the way hme rachel and i listened to some Micheal W. Smith, wich is wonderful. I love instrumentals, and orchestras and sound tracks. Just because.
Thats something else for my wish list.... *hint hint*
the reason, and purpose too it, was that last year during gym i was being stabbed to death on the volleyball courts, with glared daggers, and this year i am being emotionaly confused by a random un-named (except to almost everybody) volleyball player.
yes that is the story. of course i didnt explain it all to everyone who asked.
anyways, continuing. Last night i had the crazy'st dream. Guess what it was about? Thats right, Volleyball. And Death, And that random Boy that i love.
Here is how it went.
For some reason we were at the junior high gym, and we were watching a volleyball game. Or at least i was. One of the wierd things was that it was our schools boy players, against some random girl players. well my dream boy as he will be know for the moment was a crazy VB player. His specialty move seemed to be exact oposite of a spike. he somehow slammed the ball upwards so fast that it hit the cieling and the richoted right back to the ground on the other side of the net. Figure that. And in this game, that wasnt illigal of any sort. anyways. this happened a few times, then suddenly for no reason, a person who was sitting way up on top of something on the wall above the JH stage fell. It seemed like slow motion. And when that person landed they seemed to bounce, thier head echoing on the ground. Some one yelled "stop! just stop!" at the volleyball players, and i turned my back, afraid to look. then i looked over my shoulder, because i couldnt help myself. i didnt see anything really, but i had to leave the gym, so i walked through the crowd of people at the door, and out into the hall. There i met up with my mom, and we walked down the hallway to Mrs. Marshals class. My mom went inside to talk to the teacher, i stood outside. I looked through the window in the door, wich was fogged untill the bottom, and i saw casey smiling at me, and waving. I waved back, then proceded in looking around the class for LBF , but i had trouble finding him, because i couldnt see much of the class, and whenever i tried to look harder, i bumped my face into the glass. Finaly my mom came out of the class, and we continued down the hallway to where Mme. Millers class would have been. But intead of a grade 1 class room, there was a type of clothing store with a whole buch of striped mits, socks and scarfs. and some shirts hanging on the walls, wich were a deep red brown color, like mohogany. at the back of the room was a large doorway type thing that lead to a varanda looking out into the night sky. I stood outside for a while, then mom insisted that we leave the store, and i heard some ladies talking about how "the girl was okay." i supposed that was the person who fell from the wall. They said she was moving, and didnt seem to be to hurt.
so, at that note, my dream subsided, and i was left to blissful darkness, sleeping on untill 7:30 when my family awokened, and everyone headed off too school.
but not me. oh no. i stayed here all happy and such.
And then at 2:00 about, rachel appeared and we ran off too Alisons to watch VAn Helsing. Wich was wonderfull, even if it happened to be rather gruesom in some parts.... hehe.
and i stoll candy from alisons house. yum. I heart Candy.
And on the way hme rachel and i listened to some Micheal W. Smith, wich is wonderful. I love instrumentals, and orchestras and sound tracks. Just because.
Thats something else for my wish list.... *hint hint*