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So last night, I had a dream that I was back in high school, and the teacher of the class I was in was teaching things STUPIDLY AND INCORRECTLY and generally just being a giant douche, and there was this feeling of BEING CONTROLLED AND BRAINWASHED TO LEARN WHAT SHE WANTED US TO LEARN EVEN THOUGH IT WAS WRONNNNNG and so I flipped out at her and got sent to the principal's office.
But then instead of having to deal with the principal (who had purple hair. Belmonterbury kids, just.... imagine Hayward with purple hair. ARE YOU LAUGHING TOO?) who I also sassed, I wound up on the back of an ATV with some hot blonde chick, driving around the woods outside the school. There was also something with zombies, or so we thought, but it wound up being kids playing dodgeball. Which we then joined in on.
And then there was something with very weird looking cars, and me and Hot Blonde Chick (...thinking about it now, Hot Blonde Chick looked an awful lot like Georgia Moffett.....) had to like, run and leap into the back of this one car that was driven by my mother, and her best friend was in the passenger seat. Holding a duck. And then we wound up at my grandparent's house, and brought the duck into the bathroom and started giving it a bath, because it had these little... things. They were like. Half the size of my pinkie's fingernail, sort of seethrough, orange, and looked like a cross between a centipede and a scorpion. They didn't really seem to do anything, but it was important that we got them out of the duck's feathers, so we gave it a bath. In my grandparent's stall-shower. Which yes, we did somehow fill with enough water to bathe a duck.
Also the duck was very cute, and changed colours once we got all the thingies out of it's feathers.
So uh. Hi, subconscious... Mind explaining what the fuck all that was about? XD
But then instead of having to deal with the principal (who had purple hair. Belmonterbury kids, just.... imagine Hayward with purple hair. ARE YOU LAUGHING TOO?) who I also sassed, I wound up on the back of an ATV with some hot blonde chick, driving around the woods outside the school. There was also something with zombies, or so we thought, but it wound up being kids playing dodgeball. Which we then joined in on.
And then there was something with very weird looking cars, and me and Hot Blonde Chick (...thinking about it now, Hot Blonde Chick looked an awful lot like Georgia Moffett.....) had to like, run and leap into the back of this one car that was driven by my mother, and her best friend was in the passenger seat. Holding a duck. And then we wound up at my grandparent's house, and brought the duck into the bathroom and started giving it a bath, because it had these little... things. They were like. Half the size of my pinkie's fingernail, sort of seethrough, orange, and looked like a cross between a centipede and a scorpion. They didn't really seem to do anything, but it was important that we got them out of the duck's feathers, so we gave it a bath. In my grandparent's stall-shower. Which yes, we did somehow fill with enough water to bathe a duck.
Also the duck was very cute, and changed colours once we got all the thingies out of it's feathers.
So uh. Hi, subconscious... Mind explaining what the fuck all that was about? XD