1. For some reason, I was back in high school in my old-old town, and I had to finish up my final project in art, which consisted of six pictures that we had to do with wax crayon (the first picture had to be a field with flowers, the second through fifth had a theme to follow but we could pick the subject, and the sixth was anything we wanted. The only one I remember out of the bunch I had finished was a drawing of Protoman). The sixth picture I decided should be a portrait of my friend Nolan, since he always wears this cool rainbow beanie. I suggest this to him in the lunch line, and he tells me he's dead. I reply that that's okay because I can still see him (even though nobody else can) and get him some ice cream.
We go to this weird hotel to draw the portrait, but before I can do any work on it, the lobby starts burning, and as soon as we leave, the hotel explodes. Everybody in my school gets held for questioning, and I refuse to answer the police's questions (because "I was the last person in the hotel because I was drawing a picture of my ghost friend with crayons. It exploded *after* I left, honest!" probably wasn't gonna cut it.)
2. I'm trying to get back into my old house to find something for dinner, but the refrigerator's unplugged, so all the frozen food thawed.
3. I'm reading some weird book about this kid rebelling against his dad who believes being perfectly good lets you use more adjectives. The boy just wants to make an ice cream sandwich, but the father takes his cookies and ice cream away because "sweets are evil". Then for some reason, I decide that the best course of action would be to run away from home, so I google "how to hide from your parents" but before I can read the results, people show up to discuss the book. I hide on the other side of the computer desk until they go away, and then I start running (on all fours, like I always seem to do in dreams - weiiiird) but no matter how far I go, someone always manages to almost catch up to me.
Then for some reason I'm back in my own bed. I feel someone's hands around my neck and on my forehead (as though either trying to wake me up or check my temperature) and I wake up with a start only to find that there's nobody there and the door to my room is closed.
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Thoughts: Aww, poor Nolan. I won't tell him that I dreamed he was a ghost. Also, WTF is up with always trying to run away on all fours? Also-also, WTF was up with the hands?
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