I don't remember much, now at the end of the day, but here goes...
I was in ESO's house. I've never been there, but I knew I was in there. I was in some room that was out of the way and off to the side. There were a couple couches, a coffee table, and a whole shitload of paper all over the place. Like, this was the room that held all kinds of files for all kinds of things--legal documents, etc. It was like a teacher's back room.
I sat down near this area where there was a built-in bench sort of thing with a fireplace in it. Like most fireplaces I have seen, it has never been used, so the paper doesn't have to worry about igniting at any point near Christmas. There is a pitcher of iced tea in front of me. I know it belongs to ESO's family, but I help myself to some. Suddenly, I hear someone say, "What are you doing?"
I stand and search for the source, since I don't know where it's coming from, but it sounds like ESO. Hey! There she is! Hiding somewhere underneath this rolled-up carpet... or in it, I'm not sure, but she was sleeping there. I thought she was at school, and the house was empty, but I guess not. D8<
"Hey, what's up?" I say, like I came here everyday and there was no problem with my being here in her house, uninvited. She began to crawl out of the carpet-blanket thing, explaining the whole time that she decided to ditch today. But I realize she's naked, so I'm like, "Put on some clothes, plzkthx."
Suddenly, the door opens and we freak out. Neither of us are supposed to be here, and we find places to hide. I decide to duck and cover underneath the couch--but the couch is a set of reclining chairs, and I worry that her dad will sit on one that I'm underneath and recline in it and hurt me and then I'll scream and my cover is blown. But he never sits down, and I wake up.
I go back to sleep and have an even funkier (if that's a word) dream.
I'm in the Bakugan world, and the Prince Hydron or whoever his name is is there. He takes off the blonde wig he's been wearing this whole time and out flows this wavy black rush of hair. It's all silky and gorgeous-like. He has a little brother, somehow, who has the same-ish hair as him, only cropped shorter, because he's younger. THEN his twin brother appears and tells us all how this "war" started and that he's returned to end it.
So, the "war" is over and we celebrate like drunk monkies. I'm in the mall and I have an unlimited amount of toilet paper rolls at my disposal. I go crazy TP-ing the whole mall, and invite my friends to do so, despite my mother trying to tell me not to.
Then, after the TP-ing, there was something about shoes, and then my mother gave birth and so did my sister. My mom's child--or my new baby sister--is so tiny, like a premie, but for being a newborn, it's super cute. My sister's baby is HUGE. Well, normal for a 7-month old baby, maybe even a rather fat year-old, but HUGE for a newborn. I'm holding my baby sister. She's warm, and kinda wet-ish-feeling.
I wake up and my arm is in the perfect position to hold a newborn baby.
ha, you even remember what I sound like? I always thought nobody knew my voice cuz I never spoke enough or enunciated clearly enough to have a real "voice."
ReplyDeleteI thought it was hilarious how ridiculous it was that you were scared he would make the recliner collapse by sitting on it.
I don't think I know anything about babies---I don't know what's considered a big one or small one. I wouldn't be able to tell in a dream.
Somehow, I just knew it was you. o.o I remember whenever you did speak in CW, it was often mumbles, and once I understood "Scooby Doo", and so did Susie (She said, "I love Scooby Doo," and that was it). xDD I might have heard more, but all I remember was that comment on Scooby Doo and that's why it stuck out to me. xD
ReplyDeleteWell, I've heard of kittens getting crushed underneath them, so it's not like it would be impossible for anyone else to be hurt. That was my main concern. So... I felt like a kitten?
I used to purposely mumble cuz I hated the sound of my voice and the action of talking----it made me angry. I can't even explain, it's just, sometimes it feels like the effort of talking isn't even worth it, I get frustrated doing it, and I want to attack someone. That's how I felt, whenever I shared journal entries. Sometimes I exaggerated my reading, trying to make it sound duller, so no one would want to listen.
ReplyDeleteIn jr high I knew a guy named Kevin---his dad sat on his hamster when he went to sit on the couch. Kevin told the story to my 7th grade teacher. My teacher laughed and said Kevin should become a writer because things like that "just don't happen."
I have a friend who, when she was little, had a guinea pig or hamster, or some sort of rodent pet that wasn't a rat or mouse or rabbit. Anyway, she was in the bathroom playing with it. She was sitting on her knees, like asian-style almost, and the guinea pig/hamster/whatever crawled underneath her. She had no idea where it was and ended up plopping down, squooshing the poor thing. She said it made a sound like half scream, half gasp. If she didn't feel bad enough for accidentally killing it, her mother made her feel even more like shit, telling her that it was HER fault that it died, and she MURDERED it.
ReplyDeleteI've never had a rodent in my house besides a rabbit once, and even then it wasn't mine--it was my sisters. We couldn't take care of it because our family is awful with animals and we have an electronic device that repels rodents and insects by emitting a high-pitched noise. Doesn't keep the scorpions out 100%, but it works for everything else. A hamster once ran around in figure eights because the noise was so grating. It's overworked heart gave out and it keeled over.