The White Rabbit
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Thursday 2/6/11

I woke up this morning amused from the dream I had

There was a large, wide, white staircase that happened to be suspended in space. Jamie, Adam and I were running down (skipping several steps at a time) in slow motion.

Adam (not the one that has a beard and looks like a walrus) handed me a blue, cosmic ball of light which glowed brightly in my cupped hands. I drew in it with the tip of my finger which made white light shine out of my markings.

Adam and I seemed to have a good laugh and got on very well.

I woke up feeling like I had new friends.

Monday 12/05/2008

My dad was slobbed on the couch deeply engrossed in the TV he was watching (which was turned off) and my brother was in his dressing gown playing on his PSP, as usual.
Things sort of went weird and my dad teleported from the couch to walking through the front door with shopping. He had bought some groceries and a new phone for me since I am always breaking the ones I get. This phone was exactly like my older one except it had a lot thicker breadth. I turned it on and it didn't have a backscreen light, I scrolled down with the phone under a lamp and there was just several single letters in a vertical line. I think I then charged it and put it on the sofa arm where my brother was sitting. I went and followed my dad to help him put the food away in the kitchen cupboards and went back to look at my new phone I noticed that my brother had moved my mobile and put it very close to the sofa so the mobile was about to fall. I shouted at him because I was angry and he was only interested about his PSP. (This is always the type of thing my brother does, he is too ignorant for his own good.) My dad came storming through from the kitchen and told me to stop shouting at my brother (although he was shouting at me then too) I started shouting back at him about why I was shouting at my brother and I could feel myself filling with anger since my dad was only taking my brothers side.

My screaming and shouting became horse and dampened down even though I was forcing it out stronger. I asked my brother to stand up off the couch so I could put my hands down the side of the cushion and check if my other phone was there. He didn't do anything and my Dad started shouting at me again, (when I get angry everything rushes and I don't remember anything that gets said so i don't quite remember) but my Dad said something aloing the lines of "NO! WHY SHOULD HE MOVE, YOU ARE SO SELFISH CAN'T YOU GET YOUR OWN SEAT?" My dad got the wrong end of the stick due to his assuming. I got all stiff and turned around and faced my dad, my hands were clenched in fists and I had completely had enough of him. My Dad continued shouting, his movement was aggresive and sharp and his arm movement looked strong, the more he pointed at me the more I wanted to spit in his face and I could feel my facial expression change to a disgusted look. My Dad then walked off to the bathroom and I stomped to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of the cake my dad bought and it turned to small, fine crumbs and I stuffed them in my mouth. The cake was like a brick but slightly longer than a brick. I was more calm as if the cake had some emotional affect on me and I casualy walked back through to the living room. I walked up to my brother once more and asked him very nicely with a cheerul sound in my voice if he would stand up for a couple of seconds, I smiled but my brother still didn't get out of the chair. I looked behind me because I could feel an angry glare... It was my dad. He was more angry than ever, it looked like he had grown twice as big. I tried to explain calmly and collectively but he continued to shout over me, that was it. This time I screamed and let all my anger out at him, I had already tried "to be the better man" but my dad had pushed me too far, the expression in my dad's eyes changed for a flicker of a moment but I couldn't tell what to. Tears started to swell in my eyes and my fists were shaking. My dad mimicked me and told me how I pretended to get angry by my shaking. I stepped forward and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" in his face. My eyes were full of hatred then. Within a flash I was curled up on the sofa with my arms over my face. My dad was stooped over me so high, I felt like a weakling, I was. There was nothing I could do then. My dad could easily kill me with his hands. He had his arm up, it was stiff and hard... the signal of his triumph.

Tuesday 13/05/2008
This dream is patchy and strange.
It started off that an asian girl and I( Priscilla who I used to go to school withl) were standing on a rocky. snowy mountain. A lot of other people were in the quad (I'm assuming the rest of my class) and they started to depart.
Off the mountain was a sandy shore beside the sea, I started to climb down and I told Priss to hurry up If she didn't want to get left behind.

She needed to climb a bit to the side to retrieve her bag then climb down but she said something about how she could manage it and she would be down in no time.
I said okay and left her, the mountain and the scene so my dream was now sort of in 2nd person view.
Priss tumbled down the mountain not succeeding to retrieve her bag and 2 of her legs were ripped off and also her waist. She dragged herself along the island through the sand and went under several natural rock archways. There was a sort of poison ivy vine that was growing slowly, the roots were curling and spiraling around the arch way and then began to grow medium sized crabs, they fell on her and started to slice her and mildly pierce her skin.
Somehow they went away and Priss continued dragging herself through cave like tunnels and through gritty sand which scratched her soft, pale, asian skin and opened holes in the remaining wounds.
She managed to dodge a lot of other traps with things chasing after her.
When she could see in the distance where she was supposed to be she dragged herself forward once more exhaustedly. The sand sunk and crumbled away around her and she fell into a pit with giant sized crabs which cut her severely with their pincers and she died.

Wednsday 14/05/2008

I remember having a pound coin and 50p and there was 4 vending machines placed opposite eachother in a rather narrow hall and I wanted to get a drink. I was with my Dad who was at the otherside of the room walking around aimlessly.
I put a pound in the first vending machnie and it counted up from 1-10 and then stopped. I tried the 2nd vending machine but it was old and there was dust collected at the bottom of it. I tried the 3rd and 4th (I can't remember what was wrong with these ones but the didn't work either)
I think I went back to the 1st vending machine and it worked. withouht putting in a combination of numbers to select what I wanted it gave me a white jelatain type thing/food it was very big and I felt I needed to hide it from my dad.
The scene changed and we were now in the house. I tasted the end of the jelly type thing and it didn't taste nice atall. It was just like a milk jelly

I was in my pink pajamas and went to the dining room table and chairs and put the jelly on a seat of a chair and tucked it under the table hoping my dad wouldn't see. As soon as I did that a really friendly guy walked in, he was fat and almost bald and was wearing long shorts and crocs. I greeted him and spoke to him for a bit, he asked me where my dad was and I called him through but my dad was busy with work. He was opening envelopes and typing on his computer every once in a while. He greeted Stenny and told him to go through to the other room and he would be there in two ticks. My dad told me to get a beer for Stenny and I said I would put at that moment I was cutting out several printed names from an envelope. I cant remember the names too well but it was people from DV. At the time my dad asked me to get a beer I was cutting out someones long Username that began with an 'e' although I am pretty sure it was Jdeadevil with an 'e' on the front (ejdeadevil)
I also remember Marcus' name.

My dad was getting impatiant and told me to hurry but I was still busy with my cutting. I was using a red pair of scissors 5 year olds usually use.
I twurled and looped the handle round my fingers playfully and my dad tried to snatch them from me and he started screaming for me to hurry up. He didn't manage the first time but the 2nd time he did. He grabbed them away from me and started snipping frantically too close for comfort he started to get rather angry and he grabbed my hand and put the scissors over my right index finger and pushed down hard. It felt so real, I could feel the scissors digging down in to my skin and begining to slice flesh and I could feel my blood pressure and my heart beat thumping in my ears. I remember screaming for Stenny but he never came.



I woke up as I have a tendancy to stop breathing when I'm angry in dreams.

Saturday 17/05/2008

I remember I was with someone else and in a wooden cabin with a tripple bunk bed. there was 2 boys already lying in the beds naked. One was blonde and the other one had black hair.
I remember going into the bottom bunk bed and closed my eyes to get to sleep and the boy with the black hair kept proding his cock softly in my face and I got extremely wet.