Dream journal from 2002
Well, my last post was just downright depressing. I'm better now, for the most part. I wanted to write something new so that wouldn't be the first thing people saw if they read this. So while I was writing a few Christmas cards, I came across some torn out pages from when I used to keep a dream journal. These are baffling, hilarious and not in the least coherent, which is why they're fun to read. I picked a few of the best to share here. These are my words as a senior in high school, copied verbatim from my dream journal (which I would write in while often still half asleep. bear with the lunacy.) These are a lot funnier if you know some or all of the people mentioned, but even if you don't, they're still pretty wild. Enjoy.
December 27, 2001
I'm learning to fly an airplane. We're taking turns, Abby went first and was driving the airplane on the expressway. Then she got to the Marquette Interchange and I said it's the ADD freeway because it's so distracting. Then it was my turn and this really hott black guy asked if he could join us. He said in the co-pilot seat, and Abby in the first class section. I shifted the plane and the guy turned the key, but it wouldn't start. We asked the teacher, and he told us to wrap a styrofoam ball in blue wrapping paper. Said it was "Markov" and "Markovnikov" had something to do with dogs pooping.
April 18, 2002
I was on the crowded streets of some Latino American city. I was tyring to make a right hand turn into solid traffic. Some nice guy in a truck honked to let me through. Then I decided to buy something I didn't really need at the time. The guy in front of me stopped, and I got caught between the tires of the guy who had let me in and this concrete foot-high thing on the side. I tried to scream for help, but couldn't. I just lay there after my futile attempts. Then suddenly I got a burst of energy and lifted it off myself. Then Matt Nichols was taming a rabid raccoon.
June 25, 2002
I was at some kind of party for the last day of school. We got in groups and had to do some Irish thing. My group went first, then Phoebe and I watched from a balcony as Colleen and Gena's gruop did what they called an Irish jig, but it was just a pom routine. Gena had hurt her ankle so she didn't do anything, but Colleen did the splits and with her short shorts the crowd could see her crotch. I went to the bathroom, and Nichols was in the stall next to me and he was so tall he could see over the thing. When I was washing my hands, Megan came up to me and she was smirking. She told me she made copies of my journal when I had written about Nichols and sent it to him. I ran out crying, ran for the door saying "I don't care, I'll never see any of you ever again!" But I had forgotten my purse so I had to go back in. I couldn't find it among everyone else's, but finally I did. Tears were streaming down my face as I left and Mr. Waggoner tried to say something but I ignored him. I got to my car and Nick was waiting in the Driver's seat. I didn't have the energy to argue or drive, so I got in the passenger. My mom was in the back. I held onto my orange pillow. Rocky called on my cell phone and then handed her end to Megan. She started to say something, apologize maybe, but I hung up. I watched some movie in the car and Nick tried to make a call using our kitchen cordless phone, but the minutes were used up.
December 27, 2001
I'm learning to fly an airplane. We're taking turns, Abby went first and was driving the airplane on the expressway. Then she got to the Marquette Interchange and I said it's the ADD freeway because it's so distracting. Then it was my turn and this really hott black guy asked if he could join us. He said in the co-pilot seat, and Abby in the first class section. I shifted the plane and the guy turned the key, but it wouldn't start. We asked the teacher, and he told us to wrap a styrofoam ball in blue wrapping paper. Said it was "Markov" and "Markovnikov" had something to do with dogs pooping.
April 18, 2002
I was on the crowded streets of some Latino American city. I was tyring to make a right hand turn into solid traffic. Some nice guy in a truck honked to let me through. Then I decided to buy something I didn't really need at the time. The guy in front of me stopped, and I got caught between the tires of the guy who had let me in and this concrete foot-high thing on the side. I tried to scream for help, but couldn't. I just lay there after my futile attempts. Then suddenly I got a burst of energy and lifted it off myself. Then Matt Nichols was taming a rabid raccoon.
June 25, 2002
I was at some kind of party for the last day of school. We got in groups and had to do some Irish thing. My group went first, then Phoebe and I watched from a balcony as Colleen and Gena's gruop did what they called an Irish jig, but it was just a pom routine. Gena had hurt her ankle so she didn't do anything, but Colleen did the splits and with her short shorts the crowd could see her crotch. I went to the bathroom, and Nichols was in the stall next to me and he was so tall he could see over the thing. When I was washing my hands, Megan came up to me and she was smirking. She told me she made copies of my journal when I had written about Nichols and sent it to him. I ran out crying, ran for the door saying "I don't care, I'll never see any of you ever again!" But I had forgotten my purse so I had to go back in. I couldn't find it among everyone else's, but finally I did. Tears were streaming down my face as I left and Mr. Waggoner tried to say something but I ignored him. I got to my car and Nick was waiting in the Driver's seat. I didn't have the energy to argue or drive, so I got in the passenger. My mom was in the back. I held onto my orange pillow. Rocky called on my cell phone and then handed her end to Megan. She started to say something, apologize maybe, but I hung up. I watched some movie in the car and Nick tried to make a call using our kitchen cordless phone, but the minutes were used up.