Who's ready for a cop-out blog?! I know I am!!!
So, I haven't blogged in quite awhile, and I'm not really in the mood to do so at the current time. Regardless, I wanted to give you, my very attractive readers, something new to read.
For most of my freshman year of high school, I kept a dream journal, hoping to apply my dream situations to writing short stories/a novel. Since that never happened, I guess I will share an entry with you.
This entry is from Spring Semester of my freshman year, and I apologize for the atrocious writing (I would like to note that all entries to my dream journal were made prior to 6:30 in the morning), but it was a pretty intense dream. So yeah, here it is! (Also, I titled my dreams after writing them out, don't judge...)
The Mob Attacks (2/5/2009):
So I went on a date with a really, really gorgeous person in my math class…and it seemed to be going really well, but out of nowhere, it just kinda ended…and I was in Hebron.
Okay, now the weirdness starts. I was walking and out of nowhere, a mob of people starts chasing me, saying something about the person I went on the date with; then, they started shooting at me? So, since I don’t live in Hebron anymore, I headed for Carmie’s house, but she wasn’t there. Naturally, after being shot at, chased, and having a date apparently sell you to the mob, I was totally going batty. So Carmie’s sister, Carrie (who was oddly the only one there) asked me, “omg, what the eff is wrong with you?!?!” To which I replied, “PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EFFING KILL ME OKAY?!!” The next thing I knew, I heard gunfire again, so I started flipping out, and for some strange reason, Carmie appeared.
So, since people were shooting at us, and starting to come into the house, we decided that we needed to run, but Carrie, being the slut she is, got shot in the leg and couldn’t walk. I tried running without her but Carmie was like: “we can’t just leave her here!” And I replied: “are you sure you’re Carmen?!?!” Anywho, since I’m the man, I had to carry Carrie (weird to type, weird to say, weird to think). Then, we headed outside, to what used to be Hebron, but was now a strange, new, mountainous place (to top it off, it was suddenly snowing like a mom!).
As we were running, a giant hill (not quite a mountain) appeared in front of us; so, we climbed…and climbed….and climbed… As we approached the top we realized that there was a path going around the hill, and after we finished exchanging insults with each other about how stupid we all were, we had reached the summit. Looking around we could see nothing (aside from the mob that was still chasing us). Then, again out of nowhere, another version of Carmie’s house appeared on the other side of the hill; so what do we do? We run the eff down the hill of course! For some reason, although it had been snowing this entire time, the hill itself couldn’t be slid down (weird stuff).
Anyway, we got to the house, and ran inside; after I put Carrie down on the couch, I went to lock up the doors and windows. When I finished that task, I went to go back into the living room, which was now empty. Carmie and Carrie had vanished (along with all the furniture and stuff, it was just a room of nothing). Then, suddenly, the person I had gone on the date with in the beginning of my dream appeared and pulled a gun on me...then I woke up.
The End.
I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the subconscious of yours truly. And I hope that you, my sophisticated audience, will share some of your past dream experiences; I would love to hear them!
Until next time, don't forget to be awesome!
Best Wishes!
So, I haven't blogged in quite awhile, and I'm not really in the mood to do so at the current time. Regardless, I wanted to give you, my very attractive readers, something new to read.
For most of my freshman year of high school, I kept a dream journal, hoping to apply my dream situations to writing short stories/a novel. Since that never happened, I guess I will share an entry with you.
This entry is from Spring Semester of my freshman year, and I apologize for the atrocious writing (I would like to note that all entries to my dream journal were made prior to 6:30 in the morning), but it was a pretty intense dream. So yeah, here it is! (Also, I titled my dreams after writing them out, don't judge...)
The Mob Attacks (2/5/2009):
So I went on a date with a really, really gorgeous person in my math class…and it seemed to be going really well, but out of nowhere, it just kinda ended…and I was in Hebron.
Okay, now the weirdness starts. I was walking and out of nowhere, a mob of people starts chasing me, saying something about the person I went on the date with; then, they started shooting at me? So, since I don’t live in Hebron anymore, I headed for Carmie’s house, but she wasn’t there. Naturally, after being shot at, chased, and having a date apparently sell you to the mob, I was totally going batty. So Carmie’s sister, Carrie (who was oddly the only one there) asked me, “omg, what the eff is wrong with you?!?!” To which I replied, “PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EFFING KILL ME OKAY?!!” The next thing I knew, I heard gunfire again, so I started flipping out, and for some strange reason, Carmie appeared.
So, since people were shooting at us, and starting to come into the house, we decided that we needed to run, but Carrie, being the slut she is, got shot in the leg and couldn’t walk. I tried running without her but Carmie was like: “we can’t just leave her here!” And I replied: “are you sure you’re Carmen?!?!” Anywho, since I’m the man, I had to carry Carrie (weird to type, weird to say, weird to think). Then, we headed outside, to what used to be Hebron, but was now a strange, new, mountainous place (to top it off, it was suddenly snowing like a mom!).
As we were running, a giant hill (not quite a mountain) appeared in front of us; so, we climbed…and climbed….and climbed… As we approached the top we realized that there was a path going around the hill, and after we finished exchanging insults with each other about how stupid we all were, we had reached the summit. Looking around we could see nothing (aside from the mob that was still chasing us). Then, again out of nowhere, another version of Carmie’s house appeared on the other side of the hill; so what do we do? We run the eff down the hill of course! For some reason, although it had been snowing this entire time, the hill itself couldn’t be slid down (weird stuff).
Anyway, we got to the house, and ran inside; after I put Carrie down on the couch, I went to lock up the doors and windows. When I finished that task, I went to go back into the living room, which was now empty. Carmie and Carrie had vanished (along with all the furniture and stuff, it was just a room of nothing). Then, suddenly, the person I had gone on the date with in the beginning of my dream appeared and pulled a gun on me...then I woke up.
The End.
I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the subconscious of yours truly. And I hope that you, my sophisticated audience, will share some of your past dream experiences; I would love to hear them!
Until next time, don't forget to be awesome!
Best Wishes!

