Well for the past week and a day I should have been in school, but I'm still to sick to attend. I was hoping I would be able to make it to art class today (the last class period), but my washing machine messed up and I didn't have clean clothes to wear soon enough.
Some random fragments from all over. I had good initial recall, but I haven't been writing them down since I want to stay in bed. I think I'll start writing again the next time I sleep, but here's what I can remember now.
For a few days there wasn't any Stacie and then there was...and the rest of the days there weren't... I remember the recent dream having something to do with her boyfriend. She was angry at him and reading how she felt...which is weird on different levels #1...it's just plain obviously weird #2 I only hear good about the guy.
I had a few really weird dreams (that I can't remember at all now that I started posting )and a lucid that got lost. I saw a cartoon man and thought that was off, so I became lucid. When I did, half of my vision was knocked out and I couldn't move. I remember trying to slip out of my pants because I think that was part of what was holding me.
CUSP!!!
You dirty, wasp mongering Oneironaut! Your wasps infested my mind! And they hurt!
Log 20
Date: March 3, 2008
Wasp Festival
This one's from last night too. Basically, we had a bunch of wasp nest thingies aaaallll over the walls...on purpose. We knew that one day they would get out and that would be...like...happy time...I guess. So I wake up in my bed one morning and someone exclaims ecstatically "Hey, the bees are awake!" I thought 'O joy!' with a smile on my face for about one second...and then I thought...won't they sting? I quickly shouted to Matt from my bunk to shut the door.(three inconsistencies! Matt doesn't live with us since...I think Friday, we don't have a top bunk anymore AND we were in my old bedroom) As soon as he did I told him to grab the towel next to him and fill the crack in the bottom of the door. As soon as I said that a wasp comes crawling through and flies towards me. I started whacking at it with a pillow and decided "well now I have to just kill it since it will just try to sting me." I swung at it some more and it disappeared. I looked down and then I looked to the side and it was latched to my arm! It was trying to sting me, but it was still getting prepared. I snatched the vile thing but it escaped my grasp and went for my nads . Luckily it hit my upper UPPER thigh...pretty much right next to my junk, since I was sitting cross-legged. I remember explaining to somebody (like a little kid from out of nowhere) about the dangers of bee stings. I remember saying that bees have venom and only some will affect you unless you're allergic...then they'll all kill you (my Mom's allergic to bees...among other things) Later I was in my Mom's room and we were all showing off our stings and having a laugh. We asked where Sam was and someone said he was helping Matt (another one! My brother despises Matt!). Matt stumbled in and showed his numerous stings. We referred to his little pattern as a "figure 8." I had a big deformed hump thing on my side that was just plain freaky.
SAY SORRY CUSP!
Oh I forgot to add that their stingers...were about a centimeter wide and about three times as long...now you must feel really sorry.
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