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la_belle_laideSo check out some of the dreams i've been having. One of them I would like to prove that I had actually last week because of the timing (damn I'm good,) but the only way to prove that on here would be to link to my friend's private blog where I posted it last week and that's the last thing I want to do, so you'll just have to take my word.
Here's the one i had two nights ago:
This is the fantastic and ridiculous dream I had last night.
It starts off with our Kung Fu school moving to a new location. We are setting up all of our gear, and it's Sifu, Raq and I. Then one of the girls from the other school (we have two of them and we overlap sometimes,) comes running in all nervous. It ends up that she is being chased by what she calls "Ninja Balls." They are these two colorful plastic balls, one big and one little, rolling along the floor after her. One of them touched her, she says, and that means that she's cursed by them and they will follow her everywhere. Whoever they touch, or touches them, is doomed to be followed and harrassed by the Ninja Balls until they touch someone else.
So I have this brilliant idea. I take two sticks, I stand on top of the wooden dummy, and I knock the two Ninja Balls together with the sticks, thus cursing them to chase each other for eternity.
This works for a few minutes, up until the two Ninja Balls turn into two chickens, one big and one little, who keep chasing each other around the kwoon. After about five minutes of us watching them, the two chickens fall in love. I'm thinking, "That's kind of not right, since they are related, but oh well, I guess that's normal for chickens."
Then somehow we end up outside the kwoon, where a Kung Fu tournament is going on. Our kwoon, it seems, is built precariously on a wooden platform on a hill. I'm trying to pay attention to the tournament, when an insurance salesman comes by and tries to get me to buy kwoon insurance. I look around to ask Sifu if I should sign it, but he is nowhere in sight. The saleman assures me that the insurance is totally free, and it comes with the added clause that should a wrestler destroy your school, you're covered for that, too. So I say, "Well, as long as it's free," and I sign it.
No sooner have I got it signed than Hulk Hogan's son shows up (I have no idea what he looks like in real life, but in the dream he looked like Wario from the Nintendo games, only human form,) and apparently he's got this huge grudge against Sifu about the Ninja Balls being turned into chickens. He starts stamping his feet on the wooden slats of the floor, putting huge holes everywhere.
So I yell to him, "Hey, quit that! I was the one who set your Ninja Balls on each other, then they turned into chickens of their own accord! Stop wrecking the school!"
He goes running farther into the school and I find him in there fighting with one of my Hula teachers from Florida, this teeny, adorable little woman in her 70's. She's tough in real life, like, you wouldn't mess with her, but in the dream she was kicking the ass of Hulk Hogan's son. Still this strikes me as an unfair match, so I jump into the fray. Hulk Hogan's son is picking up pieces of the broken floor and throwing them everywhere. Then Sifu comes back only he's on some kind of rollerskates or something, and he can't do his normal kicks. By and by, Hulk Hogan's son wrecks the entire kwoon. The whole place starts to fall down and we all go running outside.
Once outside, the entire structure comes crumbling down off the hill. Sifu starts freaking out, saying that he has no school now, and how are we supposed to train? He goes chasing after Hulk Hogan's son and I know that he's either going to kill him and end up in jail, or get killed, because I somehow now that Hulk Hogan's son has a stick of dynamite hidden behind his back. So I stop him before he goes running off and I show him the insurance contract I signed, and the small print where it says that if our school is destroyed by wrestlers, we are insured.
And that's when I woke up.
It was around 5 AM and I went into the bathroom, then to check the sunroom because I heard a noise (it was the baby birds squeaking,) then as I was going back to bed I thought, "Ninja Balls?" and from there, I couldn't get back to sleep for laughing.
Here's the one I had last week:
Here's what I get for listening to--and trying to figure out--"Error: Operator" so close to bedtime last night. (Because I listened to it and copied the lyrics here right before I turned in and I was thinking, "What could it be about, specifically? What's the murder part about? how intriguing!" and I had all these macabre stories made up in my mind.)
My dream last night was that Taking Back Sunday had gone to a party at the house where my Grandparents used to live, and where my cousins currently live. My cousins weren't there though, and the party was given by what looked like a normal bunch of whitebread suburbanites sitting in the backyard garden (my grandparents kept a garden, whereas my cousins have a pool there. In the dream the yard was exactly as it had been when my grandparents lived there.)
It ended up being a baby shower and I was there, too. They were serving what looked like pieces of toast with cherry extract juice all over them (YUM! I used to eat that all the time when I could find it,) but as I picked up a slice, it was really hot and I realized it was blood instead.
"Oh my god, they're vampires!" I cried out dramatically, but no one heeded me, and all of the guests started to eat the bloody toast.
The vampiric hosts of the baby shower now had Taking Back Sunday under their control! They were to be vampire slaves and their first task was to to go Wal-Mart to buy baby clothes. So off they went, and I followed them, pretending to also be a vampire slave all the while trying to figure out how to undo the vampiric slavery. It is seriously hilarious to see in my mind now: the five of them from this very popular band walking around Wal-Mart like zombies or drones, trying to find the cutest clothes for a baby vampire. Matt Rubano and Adam Lazzara were fighting over if Winnie the Pooh was better, or The Simpsons.
Somehow we all ended up at a different party, this one not for vampires, and music was playing. It was like your typical house party, except that they were all still vampire slave drones. Then, all of a sudden they started heading for the door, because they heard the call of the evil vampires and they were to be sent on another mission. This one wouldn't be so innocuous as going to Wal-Mart (if you can consider going to Wal-mart "innocuous.") And my first thought was, "They are going to make Adam kill somebody this time!" which would have been awful. So before he made it to the door I grabbed him, and he was wearing this knit cap, so I pulled it down over his face.
"Turn up the music!" I yelled to the hosts of the party. "You know, so that we can dance!"
I started dancing in a really stupid way with Adam Lazzara, like almost a tango only ridiculous, and he kept trying to pull the knit cap off his face and I kept pulling it back down saying, "trust me, leave it on, you really don't want to look at the girl who is dancing with you! Otherwise you'll leave to be a vampire slave and then who knows what can happen?"
I'm pretty sure that was most of the dream. It's pretty amusing. But maybe next time I'll listen to something not quite so intense before I go to bed.
The madness of this is that the news just came out last night that Adam got married yesterday and his wife is pregnant. O_O However I doubt it will be a vampire baby.
Right and here is my philosophy quiz result:
What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03) created with QuizFarm.com | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| You scored as Existentialism Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.
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