Why Do I Use So Many Flippin' Tags?
Guess where my first dream started off. Go ahead, guess.
SCHOOL! I left a class because I didn't know where to sit. I wandered into Ms. Thomas' art class and again didn't know where to sit. I went around looking at a pack of paper everyone had because it was supposed to have the seating chart on the last page. Everybody seemed to be missing their last page, so I found an empty desk and sat down. People were making small talk and then Daniel, [from school,] started telling Ms. T about the prime pickins of ladies in the subdivision by my house. To this I HA!'ed really loud, knowing there were like, four teenage girls in that subdivision, none of which I would consider "prime pickins." Oh yes, I remember Jessi K. being there and Joe V. as well. I was wearing my checkered-stripe vans and Jessi said she was crazy about them and was making a pair of her own. Also, when I tried looking at Joe's packet some chick told me to go away. haha. And as a class I think we were making sculptures.
People were becoming zombies for no apparent reason. They weren't like decomposing or shuffling to walk, mainly just brain dead. I was at Subway when one started to chase me. We ran in circles until a news crew came in to do a story. They saw the zombie girl and decided to do a special on her. We went to her house (which was very poorly lit) where her mother greeted the two camera men and me (one camera man was also the reporter). She told us her daughter had gone on some ride with a friend that jolted them up and down. It was like an extreme seesaw. She showed us the tape of her on the ride and we could see she seemed sort of different after the ride, yet her friend was fine. I began to think this had something to do with the brain and that any sudden/extensive jolt to the head would do this to people. I was bummed when I thought I wouldn't be able to ride roller coasters ever again for fear of becomiing a zombie. We went to the kitchen (suddenly I'm always in the kitchen. The ultimate dream would put me in the school's kitchen...sheesh.) so they could continue the story. One guy was filming behind the mother and was totally in the other guy's shot. Guy was like, "Ahem, get over..." and directed him to move with his head. (What a rookie) So then the daughter came out and I forgot what happened. Then I was in bed, terrified of becoming a zombie, or someone I knew becoming one. The door was shut but Indy found her way into my room. I pat the bed and she jumped on. She got close to my face and swatted at me or something, so I pushed her away. Then she tried to attack my hand under the sheets, so I pushed her off the bed and thought she had somehow changed just like the people.
I was in a house waiting for a baseball game to on. The room was crowded with lots of people I did not know, many of which were teenagers with newborn babies. More and more people were coming in and the people I was with were blocking the door, so I found a chair and sat down, kicked back, and watched a movie on my iPod. It looked like some sort of western. There was a horse and lots of dirt/sand. Suddenly I was in the movie and some Simpsons characters showed up. Mr. Burns was way more evil than usual. He told Homer he wouldn't kill him if he was able to put this globe thing on top of a pole in town. He found a stick with a pointing hand which would hold the globe. Well, he broke the hand, so he ran to a nearby pool and dove in to find a coin with the head of the 44th president on it that would save him. Or maybe it was the 42nd. I think it had Bush Sr. on it, so in that case, it was neither the 42nd nor 44th. Anyway, when he surfaced, Smither's was there with the broken pole and tried to kill him. He always missed, so he whined, "The pole can't reach that far!" Then I was back at the house and realized if I wanted to make it through the whole movie I'd have to turn down the brightness in order to conserve battery power. I was in the iPod again and saw there were no words, only strange symbols. I kept choosing the wrong thing. Then I was in bed writing in my dream journal. Dad came in telling me I had to get up. He said during the night Rocky phoned Martha and order like, 500 raffle tickets. He said I had to get dressed and wait for them. I asked why he couldn't cancel and he said he just couldn't. I woke up to Rocky hacking in the hallway. Lovely.
(I think I missed two days because I've been stressed, therefore incapable of remembering things.)