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Okay, I had this weird, weird dream last night. It's still freaking me out.
So I'm in this correctional facility for some reason, a nice place in the mountains, and I see Brad Mills pass me in a hallway with a scar around his neck.
He tells me he's been "re-capitated." Apparently, in this facility, they decapitate the "bad ones" as the first part of their punishment/treatment. They stay dead(i suppose) for a month, and then are brought back by means unknown to us.
I suddenly flash back to my OWN decapitation (it HURT - took two hacks to get past my spine) and meditate on the fact that I was dead for a month. Back in the present, I walk to the "courtyard" and talk to my middle school drama teacher.
We're (me and the other "bad ones") eventually told over the intercom to convene in the main auditorium to witness the new guy's "execution." The guy turns out to be that portly guy that hangs out with emily whose name escapes me. Michael Kamtman(theatre professor) and Ken Chabotar(guilford's president) hold him still while my music appreciation teacher swings the axe. Though I'm apparently used to it, I turn my head before the blade makes contact and wake up.
in contrast, today was awesome.
So I'm in this correctional facility for some reason, a nice place in the mountains, and I see Brad Mills pass me in a hallway with a scar around his neck.
He tells me he's been "re-capitated." Apparently, in this facility, they decapitate the "bad ones" as the first part of their punishment/treatment. They stay dead(i suppose) for a month, and then are brought back by means unknown to us.
I suddenly flash back to my OWN decapitation (it HURT - took two hacks to get past my spine) and meditate on the fact that I was dead for a month. Back in the present, I walk to the "courtyard" and talk to my middle school drama teacher.
We're (me and the other "bad ones") eventually told over the intercom to convene in the main auditorium to witness the new guy's "execution." The guy turns out to be that portly guy that hangs out with emily whose name escapes me. Michael Kamtman(theatre professor) and Ken Chabotar(guilford's president) hold him still while my music appreciation teacher swings the axe. Though I'm apparently used to it, I turn my head before the blade makes contact and wake up.
in contrast, today was awesome.