Dream 2

So I had this dream where I'm at a dance. School-sanctioned, no alcohol in the punch; nothing crazy. I'm sitting at this table with these creeps I don't know when the DJ makes an announcement, telling the attendees to pair up with someone within licking distance and get on the dance floor. I try to pair up with this girl with hair like milk-diluted coffee, but some freak grabs ahold of her before I can do anything. She smiles crookedly at me as she's dragged away.

I know that there's this girl behind me, staring daggers into Occipital Bone, just about dying for me to turn around and ask her to dance. I splay my arms out in front of me, like I'm tired or something, and pretend to be asleep. I'm "sleeping" on the table when these two guys, matching faces and suits, come up to me. They ask me what kind of person sleeps at a dance.

They persuade me with enough whisperings of something more interesting for me to follow them. We walk, past the crowd of people bumping and grinding and gyrating and all other kinds of gestures. I look for the girl with the frappuccino hair and the contorted smile, but all I see is the a group of girls with blue skins rubbing up against each other. And still we walk, past he DJ with his funktastic afro and his crazy set-up of records and wires, into some dimly lit room.

Not much is in the room: a couple chairs, a couple of laughing kids in those chairs, and a girl hanging from the ceiling by her ankles, being laughed at by those kids in those chairs. I recognize the girl oscillating from the ceiling as the caffeinehead. She struggles against gravity's attempt to expose her underwear to the world, and honestly, I kind of want gravity to win.

I watch her swing around for a bit, but eventually the sight becomes so sad to watch that I untie her and let her down from the floor. Those kids in those chairs moan and groan and call me a buzzkill. I lead the girl back outside, her face more red than a ginger kid at the beach, back into the dance, but no one's there. The lights are on, the tables gone, and not a single Dixie cup on the floor. No blue girls either. I turn around to look at her, as if to find the answer to this riddle on her face, but she's already walking away.

And that ends the dream.

Dream 1

So I had this dream last night. It started out with me and several hundred other people applying for some ritzy private school. But before I took the test, I started noticing some freaky ass deaky things. The proctors were dragging away groups of students, all of them packed together like those KFC chickens, their postures bent over and gross, connected by some invisible bond. The few students who were left behind had these looks on their faces, like they were waiting for something they knew would never come.

Among these people were some people from real life, but I can't really recall who. I ran up to this one girl who had already finished the test and was sitting down, her legs uncrossed and her knees touching. Her eyes were glazed over, like a donut. I grabbed her by the face and shouted things like It's me and What are you doing? She gave me this blank stare and asked me who I was again. I rubbed her thighs vigorously, and for some reason that made her remember who I was. But before I could talk to her, to get her to spill some damn information beans, people all around were shouting and screaming.

From the largest tower of the school, some guy in a blue suit had jumped off, and seconds later he was a stain on the floor. Examinations were cut short and the applicants were invited to sleep in the school for the remainder of the night. But not me. I wanted out as soon as possible. But then, this fat lady with this really smoking hot daughter grabs me by the wrist. She invites me up to her office for something, and I want to refuse, but her grip in on my arm is so tight I feel like the bones might shatter.

So I walk with her and the daughter. She talks to me for a while, and I impress her with boyish charm and quick wit*. I don't dare ask about the suicider. We eat dinner, Mexican-themed, I think, because there was definitly some guac and chips. All throughout dinner, she talks about me to her daughter, as if I'm not there. She compliments me, says how I'm different from all the others, how I was special. I raise my head just a little higher.

After dinner, I try to bone on out of the school, but my Dad won't pick up his damn phone*. The lady once again asks me to sleep at the school, and I reluctanly agree.

My room is situated in the top of one of the towers. The room, though I've never been in it, definitly seems familiar. Something about its location. There's not much in the room, just a bed, a dresser, and some other possesions that look as if they've underwent mild usage. A pretty cool part of the room is that I've got a balcony. I walk out into it, and with the sudden disillusionment like that of a crowd who sees through a cheap magician's tricks, I realize where I am. I run back into the room and open the dresser. Blue suits. This was the room with the balcony that kid had jumped off of. I think I pass out or go into a coma or something because there's this time skip and the next thing I can remember, it's morning and I'm dressed in my own suit, but this one is a lighter shade of blue. The mirror I stare into show that my cheeks have lost all of their rosy hue* and have adapted a more hollowed out look.

Later that night, I ask the lady about the other students, and where they live, because I haven't seen one of them since I moved into the school. She tells me that she and her daughter were in fact just about to distribute food to the other students. She confuses me by leading me up to the top of one of the school's towers. She sets these huge buckets of gross onto the floor. Everything looks like rotten egg salad. The daughter scoops huge dollops into these long, red containers and screw open and closed at on of the ends. She fills it up to the brim and loads it into this like cannon thing. They point it out over towards the school's forest and just shoot the shit towards the damn trees. I ask the lady, the other students live in the forest? Not just the forest she tells me. More like a camp. I ask her when was the last time she went to check up on them. Her face has this appalled look on it and asks me why in the world she would want to check up on them?

How does she know that they're not all dead?

This is where I woke up. I wasn't able to dream about what happens next, but I like to think that everyone in the forest is safe and sound and that I liberate them from their death camp and lead them to safety, away from the school, and that it's the lady who falls from the balcony, not me.

* Indicates a real life connection.

Where the duck are you.

If you never had to shit, you wouldn't buy toilet paper, would you? Now, same question, different words: If you didn't own a nintendo DS, you wouldn't buy Pokemon Heart Gold, would you? Well I did. Yesterday. I spent, no joke, at least an hour looking for my damn DS. I nearly threw my game out the window, but there in lies the chance that some undeserving idiot would pick it up. No way am I giving away free shiz, diz. I finally gave up looking for the piece of junk after I decided that some bottomfeeding wretch stole it from my house and sold it for parts.

The next day I ask people if they've seen/stolen my DS. Everyone's a suspect. No one has a damn clue. EXCEPT for good ol' Bong Water, AKA Naheum. He tells me that he found it in Michael's BMW. Except now, I have no way of reaching him. I called him at least 20 times. Maybe I should just go over to his house with a bat and break into his car and take my DS. But before that, I'll call him one more time...

No response. Where's that bat...

This Shiz is my Diz.

Because everything I say is so easily stolen by others, I'm making a list so that people know what's what.

1. Chillin' like Krillin.
2. What's the word, Big (optional adjective) Bird.
3. Damn, Pasta!
4. The "Eezbus" suffix.
5. Things to say when someone is/I'm leaving: Bye-cycle, Bye-sexual, Bye-nary code, Bye-agon Alley, and so on.

Running out of brain juice. List will be updated later.

Obey the Fools

If Life is a dream, don't wake me up. - Me, Just Now

So I got my driver's permit today. I nearly pissed myself watching some Vulture-Face grade my test, scratching a total of 6 circles onto my paper with her bloody talon. Waiting in lines, the only way to tell time is moving is by the length of your pubes. I waited in line so long my pubes grew about an inch. I was waiting behind this girl named Sage, who wouldn't shut her damn voicehole. But she had this Austrian accent; somewhat sexy. This chinese women with Elton-Johnesque glasses kept rubbing up against me. I had the weirdest boner. At the DMV, I saw a certain dark-skinned, annoying face. It belonged to Nathan Arboleda. When he finally got to the front of the Line That Stretched to Eternity, the DMVaginas turned refused to give him his license because he didn't have his SS# on him. I laughed so hard that the look he gave me as he left the DMV was poison.
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yeez-st.

So there's this korean project. We have to make mangas. My manga is the best. It's about this blind guy. Call him Truth. Truth lives in a world. It's pretty much our world. But the Sky is covered in an absolute darkness. The peoples of this world have come to adapt to a world without sky. But even in a world of darkness, no one cares for the blind. Unemployed and starving, Truth knows that he's going to die. Everyone dies, but Truth will just die sooner than the rest. One day, for unknown reasons, there's a break in the Sky, and single beam of light shines through. Light doesn't change, but people do. The modern peoples' skins are too sensitive in light to survive in it. Too much exposure and they're dust on the floor. This beam of light is special to everyone, but too Truth, it's... well, the way he feels about this light: I can't describe. For some reason, he's able to see the light. Nothing else, just the light. He runs to the light. It takes him a while; his poor health has left him practically crippled. When he gets to the light, he doesn't think. He just keeps running. Like Forest. In the shine of the light, he burns. To no person has burning ever felt so sweet. With this, he becomes one with the light. And he is happy.

Third, no wait, second!

Today, I woke up alone and in a strange place. I was cold, naked, and unhappy. There were strange metal things sticking out the side of my head. I am a monster now. Also, I ate cereal at Nahum's. mm, Cheerios. :D

Fuyst Poyst!

SDFJDFLSKSEFKSEFHSBAQWFSDHFSFUIEWHRNSFSKDFHOSFDLSFKDSFDSFS. Oh, I also bought some green onions. Bad pickings.