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dreams: or nightmares?

Me, a runner? 09.24.99

Man, this dream was so hella jacked up. Okay, it starts out me running through miles and miles of cornstalks, kinda like in Forrest Gump somewhere.. Anyway, I'm running and running, trying to beat some people, and then out of nowwhere comes this backpack and I trip over it. Suddenly I'm back at school. It's passing time and I'm walking to some period, 3rd or 4th. Next thing I know I'm at a sink. It's in a house and everything else is all dark. I was hunched over the sink and barfing out some food. I dunno what kind of food it was. Anyway, I just kept puking and puking and slowly filling up the sink. Someone is standing next to me and talking. They're saying that my shirt is koo, but I got the impression that they thought otherwise. Then I looked up, and saw some guy wearing disco clothes with half his head blown off saying something to me. (pbb from the Sixth Sense. That movies kinda freaks me out with all the ugly dead people..) I screamed. (in my dream) Then I woke up. Eurp.

Cars strapped to my back and the thugs 09.16.99

I wrote all this stuff down on the back of an envelope when I woke up in the morning. I wanted to remember last night's dream, for some strange reason:

cindy, bars, alongside the road, jumping, ralph, silver cup-leave school at 11am, class president, streamers, rooms, shopping, getting scolded, lynette, corduroy jacket (red/black), strollers, baby section, swarming with people, high school, everyone is a thug, walking through school carrying a car as a backpack.

I had just started high school and was in a strange, foreign place. Everyone at the new school was a thug. The setting resembled some high school in San Jose, where there's a lot of flights of stairs outside, and people sit on the steps, making it difficult to pass if you're trying to walk through. That's how it was here. I was threading my way through random crowds of people, who were all clothed in thug clothes (puffy jackets, snow hats, baggy jeans, and a lot of fubu). It seemed like everyone was African-American, instead of Asian like at Mission.

When I walked through the crowds, people turned around, seeing that I was the new girl at school. No one thought it was out of the ordinary that I was carrying a car strapped to my back like a backpack. The car had somehow miniaturized to about 20% its regular size and wasn't even a burden. The scene changes, and I'm in some big assembly room where there's streamers dangling from the ceiling, a lot of confetti, and balloons. The lighting is rather dark and everyone is cheering and hopping up and down behind barred bleachers. They're almost like caged animals. The funny thing is, though, they're not the same people I was surrounded by when I was carrying the car on my back. These people are all the important people at the front of the room, standing in a big semicircle and talking. Everyone is preppy and white. They're talking, but I don't hear anything they say. Suddenly, I feel the urge to jump off of the bleachers and down to the middle of the semicircle. I do just that, and everyone cheers and roars for me. It turns out that I am the new class president. Ralph, some guy I know, keeps lurking around me. I have no idea what he's doing in this dream. Oh well. All of a sudden, I'm shopping with Ralph, in some store like Banana Republic. the strange thing is, though, there's a enormous umbrella covering the whole room. So as people are walking around and shopping, they're being shaded by a gigantic burgundy umbrella. The other weird thing is that there's a bunch of strollers everywhere. I find myself looking at baby clothes, and then at a corduroy jacket which is red and fades to black at the collar. I find myself being intrigued with it for no apparent reason. I'm at school again, and I'm called into a big office which is full of light, and one of the managers from Sportmart, Lynette, is there. She talks about something called the Silver Cup. If I become a Silver Cup student, then I'm supposedly special, and I get to leave school early at 11am. Hours pass, and then she starts scolding me about something. I leave the room.

Up there, I wrote "bars". But now I can't remember anything about what that was. In fact, I don't remember most of my dream. Oh well.


I am a murderer 09.13.99

I killed Mr. F and after that, I killed Ms. Colbu. Bloody faces and bloody walls, blood all over my hands, all over my room. I tried to hide it by throwing stuff over it and moving stuff around. Dunno, for some weird reason, I thought no one would be able to put two and two together and figure out what happened. I cried to my friends that someone had died, but little did they know that I was the killer. A girl called over to talk, but I left her hanging and she came over to my house. I was on the computer and Ricky (?) was telling my to go check out his webpage. Forgot what happened then.

Kevin (one of my cousins) came over when I wasn't looking and I reluctantly walked into the room I shared with Julie (we shared the room) and everything was messed up, but all the bloodly socks and blood were gone. I went back out and asked my mum who cleaned the room. She said "Kevin" and nothing more. I started freaking out but tried not to show it. I was scared that he had found the bloody socks and hair and bodies and knew I was the murderer. I roamed around in the hotel where I had beaten Mr. F with a baseball bat, and I kept hopping different elevators to go up, but they all seemed to take me to the ground floor. There were people in the elevators and they seemed amused that I was going down when I wanted to go up. Then I finally got to a room with bright purple painted walls. I still couldn't get it out of my head that I was the murderer. I was walking up some old mountain picking trash with someone and then I stumbled on the bloody piece of trash that used to be Colbu. Forgot what else happened after that.


Je suis une etoile || I am a star
(c) 1999 cindy.

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