squidy

March 25 2009
I dreamed Harry Potter teamed up with Obama to fight Godzilla and then we all ate a bunch of potted plants with watery spaghetti (which was gross) and taped friendly spiders to our heads because that's what the popular girls were doing. And everything was exploding and shooting lava everywhere the whole time.

feb 25 '09
There was an unusual amount of gore in this one. I got threatened at gunpoint in frightening detail, with the barrel right up in my face (so that I actually put my shaking hand up and brushed the tip of it, trying to shield myself) by a young woman with rainbow stockings and a shotgun, who proceeded to blow the heads off the other two people in the room: a professionally dressed man and woman. She had to chase the man, so I escaped while she was distracted, but then people started serving dinner while the bodies were being cleaned up, so when someone put a plate of steak and mashed potatoes in front of me, I just kind of pretended I felt sick, out of principle, even though it's always time for steak.

Then I stuck my kitty on my head and we ran around and everything was kind of super for a while. I went to get on the bus and looked for bus money in my wallet (after being at a fair or something where there were some demons and they ripped people apart and haunted a kid or something.) and I had a lot of $3 bills and ****ing coupon-dollars and irregular sized bills and stuff and I was like "is this normal?" to the bus driver and he was like "you're kind of stupid, aren't you?" and I was like "hey, my mom's friend is the one who paid me and I didn't expect her to cheat the **** out of me. Is it so wrong to have that attitude towards a trusted adult?" Then I found two real $1s and got on the bus.

2009
There were a bunch of animals around. I wanted to catch one to eat, but all I could catch was a little muskrat, and it was the smallest and cutest of 3 muskrats. I was a little sad I had to kill the cute one. I held it, thinking about how to kill it, and it clawed and bit at me. I wished it wouldn't, I just wanted to be friends with it, but then I thought that it's actions were pretty justified because even though I had no animosity towards it I was still going to eat it. There was a boy with me. I gave it to him to kill but he didn't know how. I said to snap its neck, but he wasn't able to do it well, so I took it and twisted its head quickly and it went limp. I did it again to make sure, and juices poured out of its head onto my hand. We went together across the field and up some steps to where the other people were. Various family and friends were having some sort of party at night. Me and the boy quickly started a fire, and we hung the little muskrat over it by its tail. The fur burnt off right away, and I watched the embers crackle their way up through it like dry grass. Aunt Carol came over and gave me a wool bag that my grandma had made for me when I was little.

This is from the beginning of my journal in 2009, and it's colored like this in the word file, so I thought I'd copy that..

I was in a sort of sci-fi place (that looked kind of like a dark, greeny-colored apartment building with a swimming pool outside the sliding glass door) with a group of people. One of them was a girl. She took off her clothes, touched an area above her breasts and then an area on her abdomen and invited me to touch those places too. At the place on her chest there was a strange swollen area. I didn't know what it was. But on her abdomen bellow her stomach and just above her pubic area there was a place where, when I pushed, it popped in a little like there was something hard in there, like an egg. I tried to figure out what to do, and some confusion transpired amongst the group. In that time the girl sat down and when I went to check on her a minute or two later she was dead.

I went back in time a few minutes. A girl came in and took off her clothes, but she was sort of bronze and sexy, which the other girl wasn't. The other one was young and a little odd looking. I remembered she had been the second girl to come in. (Actually there had only been one girl, but as a dream memory, it changed what happened the first time around.) She soon came in and I quickly got her onto an operating table that looked like a dentist chair with big pointy arms over it. The controls looked like a video game controller. THEN MY BOYFRIEND TOUCHED MY FACE AND I WOKE UP AND DIDN'T GET TO SAVE THE GIRL.