Mespia's DJ of Doom

The beginning of this dream is hazy. There are a few distinct details, but I am going to leave them out because I'm not really sure where they fit in.

All I know is, I was accused of stealing a book from a schoolhouse. I did steal the book, and when the teacher demanded I return it, I decided that I would.

I put the book in between my teeth and climbed up the schoolhouse (I have know idea why I didn't just use the door). It was a bit precarious, but I managed to scramble around the room, swing under, and get through the window. I put the book back on the bookshelf, but I still had a book between my teeth. The way back was even more dangerous. There were parts of the roof that were extremely narrow, but I made it.

I handed the book back to the teacher. It was wet and a corner was frayed from being in my mouth. The teacher looked at it disgustedly. Then I remembered that I had already put the book back on the shelf. I was good. I took this book back, and I can't quite remember the rest of the dream.

I was sitting in my room, on a couch covered with a blue plastic-like material. I was chatting with a relative of mine, and there were a few markers lying around. This unknown relative uncapped a marker and made a small dot with it on the couch. It was either green or blue.

"I dare you to test out one of the markers, too," she said.

"Ok," I responded. I picked up a red marker and made a small dot on the couch. Suddenly, my relative leaped up.

"You wrote on the couch! I'm telling Dad!" She ran out of the room, still threatening to get me in trouble.

I didn't mind, considering she made a mark too and how much trouble could I get in for this offense, anyway? Then I thought of something. I licked my finger and rubbed it on the dot. It disappeared. That's right, I thought. This is Crayola washable marker.

I finished cleaning up the couch and grabbed this pair of silk shorts I've slept with ever since I was a baby. I wandered out of the room, not really sure where I was going. My bra was annoying me. I pulled it on more comfortably over and over again. My mom walked in in front of me.

"Is your bra annoying you? You should really get a new one. Why don't you go shopping tomorrow?" She said.

"Ok," I replied, happy that I wasn't in trouble for the marker dots. I wandered off again, still holding the shorts.

I sat down after a while, and talked to my little sister and her friend. I didn't know her friend, she was completely fictional. She was about about eleven years old, same as my sister. She had reddish hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail, freckles, and glasses. She and my sister started making fun of me for something, and I got really upset. I walked away into what was probably a dining room.

I sat down on the floor, looking down at the silk shorts. There were all sorts of words on it, like a book. This seemed completely normal to me, I actually "remembered" it being like that before. I was a bit bored, and I didn't know what to do, but then I remembered the shorts. I could read those to pass the time!

Looking at them more closely, I saw that the words formed a rather long table of contents. Apparently, the "book" included all sorts of topics, from merits to how to host a graduation party. Some of the sections had the word "new" next to them in big letters (presumably because they were newly added to the book). Here, I had a bit of a nagging feeling. Sure, my shorts had always had words on them , but I didn't remember parts of the table of contents. Last time I checked, half the stuff hadn't been on it. I dismissed it, though, deciding that I just hadn't paid enough attention.

I decided to start reading, but then I realized that these shorts only had the table of contents on them. I'd have to get another pair if I wanted the actual content of the book. This annoyed me, because I never remembered having another pair of shorts like that. Then I woke up.