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☆ My dad, brother and my foster-brother said that men are better than women on everything. My sister and I got very upset but didn’t had a chance to tell them off. So I poked my brother with a stick in his stomach and yelled: ”Too bad it wasn’t a harpoon!” Everybody laughed and my sister told me I had a sassy comeback as always. Then we tried to do everything to prove the guys wrong.


☆ I was in Italy, just paying a visit to my old school there from when I studied abroad. I had a looong conversation with the principle who asked me questions... strangly in english but I liked it. We had a really good time. She asked me what I wanted to do with my life and I was thinking really hard to come up with a good answer.
The principle wanted me to come back, but not sure how tho. She was talking and talking and talking. I realized that I no longer really knew where I was. Wasn’t it a part of my own hometown just right outside the window? I wanted to end the conversation but principle seemed so determinded to keep talking about things I could do if I wanted to stay there, Which I didn’t want.
She wanted me to dye my hair blonde but I didn’t want that. She took me outside to a balcoony and asked me if there were any guys I would like to date but as soon as I looked. I only saw guys that I already knew. Some even from kindergarden. I refused and told her that I already knew these guys and didn’t want anything to do with them. She became very angry and headed inside again. It was time for her to have a lesson. So I decided to run with my old friend’s younger brother, who I never really spoke to.
We quickly ran away from the school and tried to get to a bus stop. Suddenly I could hear the principle’s vocie behind me. She was furious!
I wasn’t far from the bus stop when I stopped running and looked back. The young brother was gone but the principal stood there instead, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. First I thought she was going to beg me not to go but what she told me made me go insane. The younger brother was hit by a bus... the very same bus we were supposed to take to get away from this place. I ran away from the bus stop and kept going until I was hit myself by a car.

Suddenly spirits appeared on the streets, singing and laughing. But not I, because I cried. I covered my face with the hands and cried as loudly as I could. Until I heard my mother’s voice. She wanted someone to hold the dogs’ leashes and take them to a field. I gladly took the dogs over there and found three presents for each pet. The cat wasn’t there tho. I opened the first gift. It was a perfume bottle... MY perfume. I glanced at my dog that was sitting down and paying attention to the bottle. I realized that I had chose the wrong path and cried because I wasn’t there for my dog anymore. I could not pet him, feed him or talk to him. He couldn’t even see me! I couldn’t help but to cry even harder. I just wanted it to be a dream.

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

WBTB: 1/2 cup matcha tea, almost out of it

Fragment1: A former classmate and something strange about his shoes

Natural wake, decide to use it as WBTB, drink some tea, total duration (7mins), was nicely tired and almost falling asleep but then it became too noisy outside, and also got a text message, so inappropriate for Saturday morning...insomnia for like an hour followed.

Dream2: In a familiar town, I am on the tram, the door is open, and I see an unpleasant ex-neighbor. She is running after the tram, trying to get on it, she also holds a cup of coffee. I try to help her, taking the coffee so she runs easier, but it spills. She gets angry and spills the rest of the coffee on me, decides not to get on the tram. There is another tram in front of us, facing the opposite direction. I look back inside, and examine myself, I wonder if I should change my clothes, but decide against it. People around are looking at me but with understanding, I was trying to help after all.

Dream3: I am in my room, I have something like a small terrarium with mice inside. It also had a lid, and the lid is gone now, a few mini mice jump out of there. I try to catch them and eventually succeed. I am slightly worried about catching a disease from the mice, so decide to wash them first, then put them back in this thing. It changes to a real terrarium and the mice are now guinea pigs. I think about feeding them, what do they eat, do I need to clean anything after them, ect. I look at a desk which on the wrong place, and see something like a bigger guinea pig, a bit more like a grey rabbit now. It seems that have escaped once again...I also notice a grey stuffed elephant and wonder where it came from, I come up with some fake memory that it is from my bf.

Fragment4: A very realistic FA, I am in our corridor, I hear the sound of running water, go to the bathroom and see the water is on. I become very concerned that I have forgotten it, water running all night long. ( This felt so real, and I was so sleepy, I am slightly questioning whether this happened irl, but most likely not because I didn't hear it during WBTB, crazy!)

Fragment5&6: FAx2, I wake up in the dream, go the restroom to pee. Looking a slightly different but very realistic each time, I wake up in my real bed. Then again. (Note for competition, while this is the whole dream, because it is short, I put it as fragment)

Comment: That was a bit strange, but also cool, I don't get many FAs. The tea is to blame, my bladder really was full.

Fragment7: The principal is cleaning up some of his things. I also participate, I see an old barbecue part that I want to throw away and some jars full of pickles, and one with minced meat that looked terrible.

Fragment8: My grandma is wearing a strange outfit, trying to gather things from trees. She tells me that my aunt wants to come by and sunbathe with us. I had other plans, but whatever.

Fragment9: A friend of mine and me are discussing clothes, he proposes that I go to a certain store, I have already been there, found nothing of interest.

Fragment10: I am finishing a cup of chocolate and look at the bottom. There is a chunk of cookie dough there, I wonder for a bit about it.

Goal for the rest of the day: I must DO ten RCs today, plus ADA (at least!)

[Thursday, September 13th, 2012]
<dream fragment>
I'm driving up to the High School with Nathan to drop him off for school... we pass by kids and I see the Principal, Ms Jacobson, and a Vice Principal walking next to her down the sidewalk. "Hey Nathan! I think I just saw the new Vice Principal! That was him wasn't it?"
"No, it wasn't."
(I wasn't entirely sure... but I tried to sound sure of myself anyways.)
"Yeah it was. He had a name tag on him... next time you see him, see if it said Vice Principal on it."
I went forward up the parking lot as far as I could go towards the Gym and turned... right a little and then dropped him off. I realized that this wasn't how you were supposed to drop people off, you were supposed to stop at the side walk and turn LEFT. Nathan got out and I didn't see him again after that. I glanced back to see if anyone was watching me- there wasn't. Everyone had vanished. It was just me in the parking lot now. I didn't think anything of it. I reversed out of there with some difficulty and drove back the way I was supposed to go, noting that I shouldn't go the way the buses usually go. (It didn't matter, but whatever.) As I was driving around the Football-field-side of the student parking lot, I thought to myself...
"Wait... I was just in bed trying to sleep... THIS IS A DREAM."

As my common sense and consciousness rushed into my mind, my visuals rippled and faded. Now I'm surrounded with nothing but darkness. I try to focus on anything to start another dream... and I see an imprint; a blurry visual... it's a vertical oval, like a round mirror... and there's a figure in the center staring back at me. Who is that? I focus on the figure and try to bring them closer to me. The visuals just get weaker and I feel my body now in WL. It's so numb, and it feels like my stomach is being forced through the bed into my spine... is something sitting on me? This must be sleep paralysis! I force my eyes closed even more in slight fear... and I just bring myself even closer to WL in the process of focusing on my body. I focus on the feeling of sleep paralysis as its fading... and I try to force sleep paralysis back, and surprisingly it works. I start to fade back into a dream, but then I fall back down into my bed and wake up completely.

+
<false awakening>
I hear knocking at my door as I try to fall back asleep. I ignore it for a little bit and curse my Grandma's invasiveness. After a second, I convince myself she's still there and realize I'm naked in my bed. She knocks again and I could have SWORN she was opening the door at that second. My blanket was suddenly covering my body perfectly. Too perfectly... but it was fine at the time. I slip my boxers back on when she doesn't open the door and I get up and open it myself. She is there and she asks me a question that I don't remember, and then I wake up for real.

EDIT: She asked me how the jobs were going and if I had done anything else with it. I kind of got angry... "Grandma! I said I was just waiting on the school now to call me! I've already done everything I can, remember?!"

No MILD, no WILD. I tried WBTB, and I was so tired that I don't really remember it.

And I honestly have no idea if I had a lucid dream or not.

First, I had a dream that St. Vincent (musician) brought us Chinese food after we ordered it. It was pretty cool. Then there was something to do with Metal Gear Solid.

Then, there was this part where Ephraim and I were walking around this carnival place, and I know a girl was involved, but I can't remember who. There was also this band that I think he was a part of. We sat down to eat with them at one part.

The last vague dream I had was that Brian and Mom were working on something, and they really made progress ,so they invited me outside to see. But, the thing is, there was nothing there. They brought to the backyard, but it was this really small concrete backyard with fences all around to other really small concrete backyards. It was like a backyard in Philly. There was snow everywhere. It was so deep in some spots that it came up to my thigh. Brian handed me some raw eggs. For some reason, we were throwing them at the ground. I remember stepping forward to the middle of the backyard, and worrying that my shoes were going to get snow in them. The wall of the building next to us was brick, and definitely not our house. Anyway, after we cracked some eggs on the snow, I got bored and was going to just throw mine as far as I can, when Brian advised against it. I said I was only going to throw it and see if it hit a house, and the dream ended there.

Next, I was in this very big city. The best description would be Isle Delfino from Super Mario Sunshine, but it was a lot more open, and realistic. This part of the dream was very brief and in third person. I was on top of this bridge looking at the far end of the city. I saw a DE villain.

All of a sudden, I found myself in my old house. I was in my mom's room, and I got up and went to my own room. I got this sheet music for...I forget what song. Anyway, I went back to my mom's room, and the villain was there on my mom's bed. He wasn't so much a villain as he was just some random guy that had DE bad intentions. He didn't do anything though. Anyway, I asked him what he was doing here, and he said he was going on vacation. I sighed and went back to my room. I got a change of clothes (one change of clothes) and brought it back to my mom's room. I threw the clothes on the bed and sat down as the room started to move. It was like how when ships leave the harbor, and in those movies where the characters make it just in time and they jump onto the ramp up to the boat. Well, the whole room started to move outward, as if it was leaving a harbor. I got a little worried, and got up and went to the hallway. I asked the guy when we would be back from vacation. He replied with, "A forest." I clarified, "No, WHEN are you coming back?" I walked back into the room, and knew I still had little time to make a decision. He replied with, "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking some time around...April?" I screamed, "APRIL!?" Was this guy nuts? I had stuff to do today! I grabbed my clothes, and ran back to the hallway just as the ramp to the room was too far away. I told him if he got bored, there is sheet music I printed out and left on the bed. He immediately took interest to it, and laid on his stomach to read it. He may have been able to read the tune without an instrument.

This next part is pretty confusing, and slightly frustrating. You see, I was in the old house watching TV I think. Ashley was sitting next to me on the couch, and I was on the end by the window. I may have been eating a meal as well. I stopped for a second. I looked at my hands. "One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Okay now the other ha-wait a minute..." I stood up and looked at Ashley, "Am I dreaming?" She looked right at me and said, "Well, yes." I immediately remembered to rub my hands together to make the dream more vivid, which it did, and I constantly told myself I was dreaming as to not lose my lucidity.

Now this may seem all fine and dandy, but I'm not sure this was actually a lucid dream. At most, I'd say it was the least lucid one could ever be, or not lucid at all. I say this because I didn't remember it upon waking, and I wasn't "conscious" per se. It felt more like I was going through the motions, as if the dream was just telling me that, "Oh you usually look at your hands first, then you were supposed to rub them together, etc." Not to mention, the dream sequence ended as soon as I rubbed my hands together. It went straight into the next dream, and I didn't remember the other one, and I wasn't "lucid" in any sense. My biggest thing, though, is that I wasn't "thinking", but rather it felt more like the dream was doing the thinking for me, if that makes any sense.

I also may have had a false awakening. I think after this fake lucid dream, I went to my dream journal and wrote down the events of the bed/vacation dream. It was so vivid, and clear, that when I actually woke up, I looked at my dream journal and was confused how there wasn't anything about the dream.

Anyhow, the final dream took place in a set-up-differently school. I was in the principal's office, visiting, as I had already graduated. I was to meet with the principal, or was also the president of the United States of America. So the character kept morphing from George Washington to Dr. Morris, my principal from 5th grade, and back. Anyway, I felt honored, and went over to meet her/him. When I got to where they were, they showed me a computer screen. They said that this was the upcoming picture prompt test, and since I graduated already, I could see it. The picture came up, and It was the cast of The Magic School bus, and Arthur, climbing on these statues of animals. They were at the zoo. Then the principal looked at me and said, "Is this something you would be able to write a story on?" I said, "Yeah, I would be worried that the kids will just write about The Magic School bus, and not something original." She agreed and said she thought the same thing, and we needed to think of a way around that problem. I suggested that we get a bunch of random kids together, and we find statues like the ones in the picture, and we take their pictures individually, so that we could imitate the picture. She said, "I hope you aren't serious about that idea." I realised that it sounded a bit creepy, but I persisted, "Yes, I was serious. We could pull it off." Just then, I was in the presence of Green Day. The drummer wasn't there, though, and the bass player was playing a keyboard. The singer started up a song, and I remember thinking that this song has flute in it (DE song), and I wondered how they would pull it off. Just when the flute would come in, the bass player started playing the part on the keyboard. The flute's part was to play harmonies with the singer's tune, and it worked pretty well. Then, the band vanished, and I was left to mess around with the keyboard. I noticed that some keys light up, and I was supposed to hit them in order. I turned to this guy next to me, and I was like, "Is it like Simon? Or do I just hit whatever?" He didn't say anything, and I turned back to the keyboard. Hank Hill, from King Of The Hill, was on every key now, and I turned to the guy I asked about the keys, and said, "I love King Of The Hill. It's such an under-rated show. He turns to me, and in the most arrogant, condescending voice says, "Oh god! King Of The Hill is the worst sho I have ever seen. I can't believe you watch it." Then Lenny walked up (SUPER religious kid). It was DE that they were in the same club, and that they weren't allowed to like King Of The Hill or something. So I figured Lenny would feel the same way, so I walked away.

I was still in the school, but now I was trying to get...somewhere I don't even remember. Anyway, I was wearing this back pack with a yellow sign on the back that said: YES. This short kid behind me had one that had a red sign on the back that said: NO. It was like there were tow sides to a big argument in the school or something. We were running up these stairs, and he was following behind me. So this short, annoying kept trying to get close and trip me from behind. I was getting annoying, and started to skip steps, he followed suit, and now when he got close, I would grab onto the railing, and jerk myself backwards, so I would hit him as he tried to run up to me. Eventually, this kid behind me went for gold, and hopped up onto my back pack (he was small enough). I freaked out, and leaned back, so that he would fall off. I was successful, and I turned around to see this kid very violently and painfully smack his head on the railing with his full body weight, and then tumble down the stairs to a landing. I felt extremely bad, and went up to the kid and said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? I'm really, really sorry." He got up, like it was nothing, and prepared to fight me for knocking him off of me. I knew he was no threat so I said, "Go ahead, hit me. We'll be even." I took off my back pack, and positioned myself so that he would hit my right shoulder. He took a bunch of swings, and repeatedly and swiftly hit me on my shoulder. I faked, "Ooooowww, oh you got me. Shit that hurts. Alright see ya." I put my back pack on and left on the other side of the landing, which had a ramp down to a door, which led to a hallway. I walked along the hallway thinking that I probably ruined that kid's whole day. I got to the lunch room. It was set up so differently, that I can't really call it a lunch room. We didn't eat, but we chose where we got to sit, and it was more like an auditorium. As I walked up to the doors to the room, there was a lot of commotion going on. I saw some chick kiss this Ed kid I knew. Then I saw this other dude kiss Ed. It wasn't gay in the dream, it was actually more like a joke because he couldn't get a kiss from the girl because she was dating Ed, so he kissed Ed on the cheek so he could get a taste of the girl. I walked into the room, and saw a bunch of rows or wooden seats. It was reminiscent of a congressional hall, but everything was bright, and school-vibed.

Woke up after that.

Note: I am continuing to use the dream hypnosis programs, and from last night's dreams, it seems they are at least getting more interesting even if I haven't been lucid… One of the hypnosis programs I have is specifically for lucidity. I believe I will try that one next.

Orphan
I am on a street in a rather shabby looking neighborhood, it looks like the people there don't have a lot of money to keep the place looking nice. It does seem to me that there are things that could help it be nicer without spending money, though… I find a plastic bag and I start collecting recyclable trash that I find lying about. I can help clean the neighborhood and also help the environment by recycling… and if I find lots of aluminum, I might even be able to sell the cans and make a little money, too. With what feels like a win-win-win situation, I continue collecting trash. I am walking past a small house when the front door bursts open and a child comes running out, screaming.

It is a young girl, looks to me like she is somewhere around 10 years old. She is screaming, and run straight to me, screaming something about someone trying to kill her. A man and a woman are following the child, they look about middle age, and the man grabs the girl. The mother says something about the girl always exaggerating, she's going to be grounded, not killed. But there is a look in the woman's eyes… and in the man's, too. A crazy look… these people are stark raving mad. They drag the screaming child back into the house. I'm not going to let this go, there is something very wrong happening here… do I have enough to call the cops? Probably. I look in my pocket for my cell phone… it's not there. Damn! Where is it? I certainly don't have time to go for help… I sneak up to the house and peek in a window. An empty kitchen. The door is unlocked. I carefully open it, I hear screaming inside, from down below. A basement. I go inside and follow the sounds of the screaming. I find the basement, which turns out to be a quite cozy and comfortable room, complete with a fireplace.

There is a screen over the fireplace, and the girl is inside. The man and the woman are holding the screen in place, keeping the girl inside. The man cracks the screen just enough to throw in a match… the wood inside bursts into flames. Without even thinking about it, I telekinetically throw the man and the woman away from the screen, slamming them into the wall, hard. I spot a blanket on one of the chairs and use it to extinguish the fire on the girl. The woman is coming at me with a knife. I throw her back against the wall. When the girl came out of the fireplace, she had succeeded in spreading the fire to a couple other places including a rug and one of the chairs. The fire is quickly spreading. I take the girl and hurry upstairs and out of the house. I am on the lawn in front of the house looking at the girl, seeing that she has some serious burns, when the fire department arrives along with some paramedics. It seems someone called the fire department, what a quick response! A fireman asks me if anyone else is in the house. Just the crazy psychos who were trying to burn this girl alive… the fireman is shocked and sickened. The paramedics take the girl off to the hospital. In time the fire is put out. One of the fire fighters says they were unable to save the parents. I wonder if they really tried… I decide I don't really care. I wonder what hospital the girl was taken to. I want to see if she is ok.

Harry Potter
I am in school, it is a normal math class, and I am taking notes. This is math I have learned before, and I actually don't know why I am even in this class. It is a basic Algebra class.

Since it is easy for me, my mind wanders off and I find myself doodling on my paper instead of taking notes. I am sketching a picture of one of the space ships from EVE Online, and then I start making some modifications. I think I am coming up with a rather cool looking space ship when I get caught.

The teacher is walking up and down the aisles between the desks and sees me doodling instead of paying attention, and she gets mad. She says I should go to the principal's office. There is a boy sitting not far from me who apparently had the same ideas as I do, he was also doodling. The instructor tells him to go to the office with me… and is there anyone else who thinks they don't have to pay attention? Some students snicker, a couple hide what they have been doing. The boy and I leave the classroom and head for the principal's office. This all seems odd to me, I glance at my reflection and see it looks like I am about 10 or 11 years old… and that is the age the other students look to be. I look at the boy with me, he has thick dark hair, and when he brushes the hair from his eyes I see he has a strange scar on his forehead, like a lightning bolt. Harry Potter! He asks what I was drawing. I tell him, managing to not react to the fact I recognize him. He says he was drawing a castle. He says that class is so easy, and the instructor is so boring. I agree with him. The principal addresses him as Harry Potter, that's really his name? And she addresses me as Raven Knight… one afternoon of detention for both of us. Harry doesn't mind. He says maybe that means Dudley won't be waiting for him after school. Math was apparently the last class of the day, so we go to detention together, and spend the time doodling some more. Harry's drawing of a castle looks awesome. He also likes my space ship drawing. We leave detention and go to leave the school. There are four boys standing around the flagpole. Harry groans. I ask if he wants to come back to my place, I could show him some of my drawings, if he needs a good excuse, we can say we're studying. He seems unable to believe I invited him, he asks if I'm not worried Dudley will see me being nice to him. I say of course I'm not. We head in the opposite direction, taking a shortcut across the athletic field to get to my house. We go into an average looking house not far from the school. James Hetfield is waiting there to greet me.

He smiles and asks who my friend is. He says his name is Harry, I say we met at school today… I skip the detention part. I introduce Hetfield as my father. I ask Harry if his parents won't be worried. He says his parents are dead, and the Dursleys sure won't worry… they may be hopeful that he got kidnapped or killed. But we call them anyhow. I talk to Mr. Dursley. Harry doesn't want to. I tell him Harry will be spending the rest of the afternoon at my place. He grunts. I say Harry's staying for dinner. He grunts again, and says Harry can move in with me for all he cares, then hangs up. I tell Harry he has permission to spend the night. Hetfield looks over at me, but doesn't say anything.

Okay this dream doesn't make any sense whatsoever. And I've usually refrained from posting dreams like this or worse here. But here it goes.

The whole dream took place in third person perspective, like a side scrolling video game.

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So apparently I had lost my main study book and the notebook I got with it. So I was ordered to go to the principals office to fetch new ones, which I would pay for later. Upon getting in to that room (wooden walls and floor with metal structures holding them there, a couple of bookshelfs with some odd items on them, and a red carpet on the floor), he told me he had no finnish version of the books left. I'd be forced to do with the swedish version. Too bad I can't read swedish.. at all. So I was kinda disappointed with this. So I decided to go look for the originals I'd lost. Found them nowhere. So apparently this was a space ship and I saw it now. I went to the waste processing facility to look if my books were there. Nope. I accidentally opened the airlock. There was me and one other guy now in space with him looking at me with an angry face. End dream.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This week at school, I was using the school computers to make a powerpoint presentation for my Chemistry class. I finished a few of the slides on Monday and saved the file. Then I opened up the file on another computer and finished the rest of the presentation. When I went to present it yesterday for class, instead of giving me the finished version of the file, it gave me the version with only the first few slides. I didn't know how this happened and even now I don't know. This must have been the reason for the following dream.

A very short dream. I was my room, sitting on a plush, red, cube-shaped chair at my desk. The desk was fairly deep, black-stained wood, with metal handles for the two drawers on the left-hand side. My silver macbook pro was sitting on the center of the desk, and my printer was on the back left corner. Unlike in real life, there were no posters on the beige walls where the desk was positioned. There was no lamp, or photos... It was empty. There was nothing on the floor, either. The lighting in the room was a bit dim and moody.

I turned to the left, facing the door to my room. I expected the principal of my school to walk in at any moment. However, she was already in the room; she was sitting on a regular fold-out plastic and metal chair.

"Finally, you're here," I told her, completely ignoring how I'd been waiting for her to arrive despite the fact she was already in my bedroom. "I've been having problems with my files at school. You have to call the I.T. guys to come over here and see what the problem is."

That's all I remember.

I only have vague fragments where I was sitting in the principals office, ratting on some people. The culprits were sittting in front of me, so everything was awkward. They looked sad and scared.

This is a fragment of a dream I had a while back where I became semi lucid.

I'm in the principal's office. She looks very mad at me. I know I've done done something wrong (I can't remember what it was I did). She spoke to me as if I did something serious. I'm scared at how this will affect me in the future, I feel like the wrong I have done cannot at all be fixed. As the principal lectures me I notice something. The room I'm in, it's not a part of my school, and principal I'm talking to, she isn't my principal.

"Am I dreaming?" I think to myself.

I decide that I am.

"Are you listening to me?" She asks.

"It doesn't matter what I've done or how much trouble I'm in, this is a dream isn't it?" I say this with a smile on my face.

The principal with out saying a single word gives me a dirty look and walks out the office door, probably pissed at my outright ignorance to her very existence.

I'm pretty sure after this fragment I just lived out the dream as normal, forgetting that I even knew I was dreaming, but then again I wasn't glad I was dreaming because I knew I could do cool stuff, I was just glad that I wasn't really in trouble with the principal at all. That sigh of relief was enough for me to just not care. Oh well, hopefully next time I actually take control of the dream.

October 4, 2005

I was in a school, not the one I go to but I was supposedly writing insults about the principal. I didn't even know him or what he looked like. So everyone was after me. I quickly ran to the nearest elevator, and usually when you get off an elevator in real life it leads to a hallway. This one went smack-dab right in the middle of the library. It was a pretty big library with a ton of computers. There were people at the desk of every computer there and the principal was after me now. (I don't even know how I knew that) So I crawled under all the desks of the computer until someone spotted me and shouted, "Hey! You're the one who was writing insults about the principal!" Then everyone's head turned and looked at me. I ran to the door to get out but it was locked. Then I woke up.

Date: Thursday, May 6, 2010 8:02:43 AM PDT
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Mean principal
I have a dog and I want to change the lead on my dog but my school principal wouldn't let me.