Horrible Dream
Last night I had a horrible dream. I have a lot of nightmares, and I wish they would stop. I dreamt I was trapped in a hotel. A lot of the people in the hotel were members of a benign alien race impersonating human beings. But someone was hunting them down. Of course, all the sudden, I was being hunted too. I don't remember thinking I was an alien. Then I escaped the hotel and got a call from an official-type person from my high school telling me that they knew what I had done. What I had done was move a desk from one room (in my high school) to another and inadvertantly caused someone's death. I remember thinking how I didn't understand why I had done that. Then all the sudden I realized I was failing out of all my classes. I kept having to tell people I was failing. I was getting panicky, but then I realized I ought to just take a year off and avoid having any of those failing grades on my transcript.
Then I ran into my old best friend Carla. I asked her to help me (because alien hunters and officials from my high school were hunting me down). I got into my car and she got into hers. She directed me to her parents' cottage-like house. This is the coolest part. You got to the cottage by descending these enormous marble steps. I mean enormous, like I would have to jump from one step to the other. And water was around all sides, but not on the steps. I got to the cottage. I didn't understand why I was here instead of in Yonkers. Carla shouted from the top of the stairs that I was in Florence, Italy. I looked through the windows and tried to catch Carla's parents attention but they just ignored me...they were busy with their new baby.
That's all I really clearly remember. My dreams are usually very vivid, but they're never very pleasant. I got a cell phone. Although I told arialblack that I would choose a plain ring, I didn't. I hope it's not annoying. It's chimey. Now I know why veryschway and others have been so excited about their phones. It's kind of fun to have new technology. Unfortunately there have been some problems setting up voicemails. Vanessa, you should send me your number! I love typing in people's names. Stephanie, you should send me yours too.
I've been feeling blah. I think it's the PMS. I feel really fat too. I think that's just me.
Then I ran into my old best friend Carla. I asked her to help me (because alien hunters and officials from my high school were hunting me down). I got into my car and she got into hers. She directed me to her parents' cottage-like house. This is the coolest part. You got to the cottage by descending these enormous marble steps. I mean enormous, like I would have to jump from one step to the other. And water was around all sides, but not on the steps. I got to the cottage. I didn't understand why I was here instead of in Yonkers. Carla shouted from the top of the stairs that I was in Florence, Italy. I looked through the windows and tried to catch Carla's parents attention but they just ignored me...they were busy with their new baby.
That's all I really clearly remember. My dreams are usually very vivid, but they're never very pleasant. I got a cell phone. Although I told arialblack that I would choose a plain ring, I didn't. I hope it's not annoying. It's chimey. Now I know why veryschway and others have been so excited about their phones. It's kind of fun to have new technology. Unfortunately there have been some problems setting up voicemails. Vanessa, you should send me your number! I love typing in people's names. Stephanie, you should send me yours too.
I've been feeling blah. I think it's the PMS. I feel really fat too. I think that's just me.