Thursday, May 20, 2010

I had a dream that I had a packet full of razors at school. They tumbled out of their little white plastic container and onto the floor with a light clinking noise. A few fell on my arms and my feet, creating bloody slits all over me. They stung.
"Whose are these?" A shrill voice cried. An unfamiliar-yet-authoritative-looking woman high-heeled over the the scene, a scowl on her face. I shoved the packet in my backpack. She picked a bloody razor off the floor and gave it a closer look with her squinty eyes. "Whoever brought these in could be charged for murder."


Sunday, May 9, 2010

I can just barely remember my dream last night.
I think there was snow, and a magic marker (literally). I was trying to draw a backpack with a flower on it so that I could have somewhere to put my magic sparkly paint set, and then get to my track meet on time.
I get to the track meet to realize that I don't have any of my clothes for track, and my mom rushes over so I can quickly go home to get it (even though Eve did lend me clothes earlier in the dream... I guess I didn't like them or something). I was able to leave just before the 1600m race (which is right before the 400! Ahh!). I don't remember if I got back there in time or not (I probably didn't), but I do remember seeing Mike in the parking lot. I said hi.

Also, a few nights ago, I dreamed that I was going to a concert in a very worn-out-looking farm town that I had never been to before (we even took a hay ride to get there). Much to my dismay, the concert was already over by the time I got there and everybody had left. Having nothing else to do, I wandered the fairgrounds where the concert was held. I climbed up the track to a wooden roller coaster, terrified that at some point I would eventually get run over by it. Thankfully, I lived to tell the tale.