I was with Kristy and a few other people at my old school in Venezuela. People were bullying Kristy so I started comforting her. We left and I was with a group of people that didn't wanna go help with something. When we got outside, the sky was black but as bright as day. It looked so beautiful that I did a reality check, counting 8 fingers in one hand and looking at my watch, which was different. I didn't snap that I was dreaming and carried on. I continued and some backpacks caught on fire so I got a hose and extinguished the flames. I was telling myself I was a firefighter.
I'm in a mall, I walk up to this store, it is as if it is the only store that represents current trends. It represents what the "follow the leader" youth are at the moment I feel. I feel so compelled to go to this store every day, and I enter and quietly go to the back where no one is. I avoid the groups in the store. I dig through the clothes, and I dig through the backpacks, and other accessories, but just as the other times I find nothing. Nothing resonates with me. So I quietly try to exit the store without the groups, or the worker seeing me with which might spark an unwanted conversation. I come back at I assume is the next day, I go to the back of the store to a place unoccupied, I dig through all the stuff, the fads have changed since the last time, it always changed, yet I find nothing. I try to exit the store unnoticed, but the worker stops me and comments on how I come in everyday, dig through stuff, then leave. I tell him that I come in with hopes of finding something everyday, but, then he finishes my sentence "but find nothing.", Some girl who was listening starts talking, I don't hear any of the words, but I begin to follow her and just leave the worker. I hate how she keeps talking, but doesn't make eye contact with me and I have to push through people to keep up with her, then I realize we are out of the store, then I can understand her words and she says "how old are you?", I tell her "22", then she sighs and says "it's a shame you're too old.", then she begins to walk again, I get frustrated and ask her "too old for what?", then she just kind of ends our conversation by smiling at me then walking away, but I keep following her from behind, then I wake up.
Updated 12-21-2013 at 02:45 AM by 61831
11/17/2009 Two Backpacks I'm in a classroom at my old high school. There is a girl sitting next to me playing on a laptop. She turns around her laptop to show me her facebook page. She asks me if I know Shane (from the L Word) and if she's my friend on facebook. I guess a bell rang because everyone is getting up to leave. I have two backpacks and I'm trying to figure out how to put them both on. I'm walking awkwardly with these two backpacks trying to get to a classroom. It dawns on me that I am a teacher in a new school and no one has told me what classroom I need to be in. I'm starting to panic while I'm walking around. It's a campus style high school and I'm outside walking on sidewalks in front of all the classrooms with students in them... with these two backpacks. Suddenly it dawns on me that I'm not a teacher yet and why do I have these two backpacks? I gain lucidity for a split second when Andrea rolls over and wakes me up. Fucking at a Restaurant I'm sitting at a large C-shaped table at a nice restaurant with a bunch of girls. I can see outside above the heads of the people directly across from me and it's nice outside. Everyone is eating soup and talking. Then the girl sitting next to me makes a gesture for me to follow her somewhere. I think we may have ended up in the bathroom at the restaurant and we are having wild and crazy sex! I don't think I've ever had as awesome a sex dream with a girl before. It was like porn, but I was the star. Awesome.
10/06/2009 Doing Laundry I'm somewhere doing laundry. Andrea's throwing stuff at me from across the room to put into the washer. But she's throwing it all under the washer. Under the washer is like a flame you'd find on a gas stove. so all the clothes are burning up! I'm telling her to stop doing that, but she can't see that she's doing anything wrong. All of a sudden, my mom's on the other side of the room telling me what I'm doing wrong. I just keep telling her to shut the fuck up, but she keeps talking. I'm getting so so angry at her. So I leave and walk into a different room where I feel like I'm shopping. There are all sorts of backpacks (which I've actually been thinking about getting a new backpack because mine got some sand in it from going to the beach and now sand's getting all in my school stuff!) with like tropical patterns on them. I really just want a plain one and can't find one. Andrea shows me one that's got clear plastic sides and I tell her that won't do because I don't want everyone knowing what's in my bag(like what's in my bag that's so special anyway??!!!).
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