two weeks off from school for winter break, which means days of sleeping in and dreaming. I decided to start my dream journal now, for I don't know how active I'll be once school starts up again.
12/21/08
I was at "school", which always has the same made up layout in my dreams, when I saw my crush BJ. He was going up to a girl and he kissed her on the cheek(he'd never do that in reality). I felt relieved because I thought there would be a full make-out session. In AP Chemistry class, a friend from Elementary, David, sat beside me and wrote me a note. It asked, "What do you think about shy guys?" I responded with something along the lines of 'it's annoying because it's harder to talk to them'. Then he wrote, "What about farts?" (???) I wrote, "They're gross, but necessary." Later, I met up with Shadow to go to the "fair", but we had to pass through a bookstore and a van to get there. In the bookstore, these group of intimidating guys were near us, so I grabbed onto Shadow's hand. In the van, I noticed the person sitting in the car had hair like Angel so I whispered this to Shadow. We entered the fair, then left for some reason, and when he wanted to go back I said "We can't go back in. We've already left." He told me we'd go in the back way, and I followed. The back way turned out to be a winding road with trees in almost total darkness. I became frightened because I realized it was the same location where I dreamed up something bad in the past(though I don't remember what it was now). Sure enough, as he opened the fence to get to the path, I saw a dark figure move by the trees and I grabbed his hand yet again. This time I could actually feel its warmth and size and it made me feel safe. We left, however, and entered an Italian's car. I tried to apologize by saying, "perdóname" then backtracked and said, "Wait, I think the Italian word for that is perdone(-_- it's not)." At some point, Shadow turned into my chihuahua Pebbles, and things got weird. She grew an extra eye between her other two, and went evil on me. She made me break into someone's house and hold their family at gunpoint until their husband came home. I kept thinking how ugly the third eye was, and the eye disappeared for a little while, only to come back. The hostage situation freaked me out so much that I woke up.
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