Mah Journal

I started off in a dream where I was in L. Subway Station. The whole place had a theme of white and purple. It was definitely pretty. As I proceeded downstairs, my mother showed me all the amazing graffiti that was scattered around the place. For such a ghetto station, the artwork was amazing.

Eventually I ended up outside of the station. I was with my grandfather, some little boy, and a few other random people. We started singing random songs. Then the little boy pulled out a miniature guitar. He started playing random songs; he was a total prodigy. He pulled off some flamenco songs especially well.

I was sitting there watching him. Then I realized something. Every song that the boy played was a song that I used to play on the guitar. I realized that I was that little boy. All the people were really watching me.

I sort of ended up in his body. Beside me was my grandfather. I started crying; I miss(ed) him so much. He was sort of odd looking, maybe a little younger than I knew him; he had a bit more hair, and it had a sort of golden sheen to it. I was sort of semi-lucid at this point; I didn't really know it was a dream, but I was conscious enough to know that my grandfather is deceased (IRL) and that I might be meeting him right now.

I woke from that dream into an FA. In the FA, I woke up and looked at the clock, but something was blocking it. I sat up more and looked over. For some reason I had some giant wall mesh thing with a digital clock screen on it. I lifted it up, and it showed some odd time. Somehow I knew that something had went wrong and that all the clocks were probably messed up. I looked to two other randomly placed clocks in my room and, sure enough, they were messed up too.

Then I looked behind me. Instead of a curtain, I had those "temporary paper blinds" on my window. On them was written the name "Layla" at least 7 times, but each time was different. They were all in handwriting, and most of them were misspelled or backwards. There were also some tears and holes in the paper. There was other random stuff on them too.

I got out of my bed and wandered into my mom's room. She was there and seemed to be painting the walls. I started telling her about the dream in the subway station. Eventually I woke IRL.

I eventually sank into another dream. This time, I was with some guy and some random lady on a wagon. She said her name was Ruby, and she was from a play called Ruby and the Ruby. The guy thought she was lying and tried to get her to tell him a different name, but she kept holding up the ruby that hung from her necklace and insisting that her name was Ruby.

Eventually I ended up in some little cottage house place with my friends. I guess we were on a field trip or something. Some of the people wanted to go up a small set of darkly stained wooden stairs, but I and some others insisted that we weren't supposed to go up there.

Then I was on some sort of island or something. I was sitting there talking with VI about something. Then I tried to find her. She was far away, but I did find her. I told her it was really odd that we were talking to each other and sounded as if we were beside each other, but yet we were really so far apart.

Then I was back in some random house. Me and Ruby and that man had to escape or something; we were in panic. Ruby was missing something, so she ended up taking off her "body suit" with her large ball gown. The real her was much prettier and much more youthful looking. For some reason her breasts starting blowing up as if they were balloons.

I then ended up with ST, MI, and some other guys from my school. I was in some room. there was a tiny little change room thing that I was crouched in and trying to change in. I realized that I had forgotten my clothes outside of the changeroom thing. I wrapped the pale blue towel about me and stood up. I told them I had left my dress and clothes in the middle of my room. To my dismay, when I looked at my knapsack in the middle of the room, it looked like it barely had anything in it. Then they were having a discussion about something else. I imitated the creepy smile that Kate did in Paranormal Activities. They all burst out laughing, and I joined in. The dream ended somewhere there.