time bombs and school

Last night I dreamt about a lotta different things... Me and becca were.. sharing a locker.. and everything was falling out of it... I dont know what the hell that was about... then we were kinda secret agent people and we found out there was a bomb planted in the school so we were trying to make everyone leave. I was running and I saw ms. lottering. She seemed to be quite calm so i told her theres a bomb. She said: there is? So I grabbed her by the arm and ran out of the building. Then I decided to try to get the alarms going but the stupid glass on them wouldnt break.. so I couldnt. I then went outside and found a rock so I could break the glass but then because of our schools new saftey rules the door wouldnt open from the outside. But then somehow I found one outside (go figure) and as soon as I came to aim for it my dad woke me up.

conclusions?

1) schools feeling like a ticking time-bomb
2) Me and becca have a lotta baggage in our life? lol or jus a lot of textbooks
3) Ms. lottering keeps her cool
4) I'll be part of a secret bomb searching agency one day

well.. thats about it.

The Attack of the Killer Cloned Mishkas

Yup... my twisted dream cycle is back. Last night I dreamt something big. I dont remember it all but I do remmeber that it had something to do with there being two copies of mishka... however, my friends, these two copies were not of the adorable, cute, affectionate, at times demanding cat that I have. I mean they sure as hell looked like Mishka, but these things man, they were evil. I remember something vague about them going into people's houses and pretending to be broken, hurt, sad individuals (yes, actual individuals) And then they would trick the people into thinking things that were untrue.. It was quite odd. In my dream I was battling these cloned killer mishkas. I tried to tell people of their true form, but no one would listen to me. I tried to tell people that they were compulsive lieing cheating furry creatures, but no one heard my cries of objection. At one point, I tricked one of the killer mishkas into coming out of this weird closet like hole they lived in (which looked much like the back of my grandmother's closet in Iran), and I took it! Yes, I well as hell took one of the killer mishkas (talking of mishkas my own is rubbing herself in my face and blocking my view of the screen. Yup now shes prring like theres no tomorrow. I love cats <3). Anyways, going back to the killer mishkas. So I took one and I went up the stairs high enough so that the other mutant mishka could see that I'd taken her friend. Well it saw me allright.. and thats where the dream ends..

sorry kiddies but not only do my little stories sometimes lack a logical outcome, but sometimes they dont have one at all; or at least not one I can remember.

Conclusions?

1) there are mutant killer creatures that look quite like cats out there
2) there are mutant killer creatures that look quite like cats out there that live behind my grandmother's closet in Iran
3) Mishka is turning evil
4) Im going crazy
5) Im trying so hard in real life to get some people in my life to listen to me. It's not working.
6) The world is gonna be taken over by killer mutant Mishkas
7) The above happens and thus I wont be able to find my non mutant, cute mishka amongst them.

Oh the horror.

Forgetful dreaming

last night's dreaming was vague. It'd been a while since I'd slept holding any form of a stuffed animal. lol. But last night.. I held two at the same time and fell asleep. It helps; to hold onto something when your sad. I've had the koala for.. what.. 10 years? I held onto it like there was no tomorrow. It made me feel better. I guess.. the ritual of going to sleep can be included.. in my dream blog.. But anyways.. Ya all I remember is that Andrea (a friend from 2 previous schools) and I were talking. That's all I remember.

Hopefully there'll be more to write about soon.

What if the dream blog stops my flow of dreams? hm..

Dream blog: The beggining

Well.. it's been a while that ive been trying to start a dream blog. I never really got around to it. People heard my weird weird dreams and told me to start a dream blog so I could remember them. But I never really got around to doing that. So ya.. here I am.. and Here's last night's dream:

I must warn that if you are about to read my dream blogs, you must know of their nature. They are usually quite disturbing and... well odd. If you dont mind things of this nature then keep on reading. If you do.. then.. I suggest you read something else..

Last night, I had a dream (no really?). Its quite disturbing for me to recite it.. But it happend.. and so I will have to mention it. I had a dream that I'd met that asshole again.. somehow.. and I started talking to him.. I started swearing at him and asking him why he did what he did. All he said was that he was young and it was something he wanted to do. I said: So why'd you do it? (typical question) And he would give a really messed up answer. So then I said: It was cuz you were a fuckin horny ass that's why. (I must mention that all the while, my dad was listening in our conversation). I dont know it was as if the things I'd been hiding were somehow brought out into the open.. that everyone started suddenly talking about these events.. that they were just as hurt as me because of them. I really dont know. It was disturbing but it made me feel better. It was as if I was emptying everything I'd kept in and away from my parents. I screamed at him, I swore openly and I let him know I would kill him if i ever saw him (With some help from a fellow good friend (: )

Well.. that was last nights dream...

stay tuned kiddies. Cuz the dreamin aint stopping here.