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the simpsons - d'oh!
I was Bart simpson. With my dad Homer. Something something something
Now I'm Human/Olivia-n again, I'm in a boarding school/institution. Not a normal school though, this place was controlled by a freakishly giant sized woman with a mind more twisted than.. than.. Ms Trunchbull from Matilda (Roald Dahl)
In her school, everyone had to obey her. Everyone wore the same red top, the same blue pants, listened to the same songs etc etc etc. The students all had gray dull skin. Me and a group of other people had snuck into the school to try and rescue it's other inhabitants from imminent doom. And We had to do it quickly before we were caught up/drugged and became one of them
Despite our best efforts, The Headmistress smelt a rat and knew who we were and what we were trying to do.
As a sort of counter attack, she'd started drugging our (very bland, very "nothing"ish) food and water with "drone" pills to turn us into compliant zombies.
My supervisor's back was turned, Esther, who was part of my group from the outside/normal world quickly ran to the cupboard and took out some sugar. I started putting them in our water. At the same time, Esther took some vitamin E pills and stuck them into some orange juice.
We hurriedly gulped down the liquid.
We had taken a drug that made our skins gray so that we'd look like everyone else/pass unnoticed by the headmistress. The Vitamin E helped our bodies cope with the Gray Skin drug, without it, our skin would start (and had already started) peeling off. Rather disgustingly may I add - you could see layers of red skin (1st layer) and under than, green then yellow skin that was slowly but surely scratching off.
I think the sugar was meant to give our brains/tongues a shock and help us resist the "drone" drug..
Anyhow.
fast forward some.
We have escaped the building/institution. We are running about a large group of office blocks, and we're being chased by the people from the school
We run into one of the buildings. It is full of little offices/rooms and they all have Venetian blinds on them.
In each office are salesmen. They don't take any notice of us. In one room, A man is selling triangle rulers and compasses and rubbers and pencils. He has them standing erect on a long table and yelled out " order order oder!" to this other guy who has come to see his wares.
anyhow, In each one, we run to a couch/table and hide, then run out to another office to hide again.
In the last office, which is empty, Esther wiggles under a weirdly shaped "sleeping bag" type couch.
I try and hide underneath another couch only to discover a robber already hiding them.
He looks at me uneasily, afraid I might be one of the people who are going after him.
Across the room/near the door, another of the couch things moves, an arm appears and lifts the couch up to reveal it's owner : a thin Lebanese/Arabian man with a bald head. He wears a crinkled up red flowing top and black shoes (and pants, I would presume...). He wields a gun and cocks it at me.
The man in my couch also has a gun. They bother think I'm going to report them to the authorities and they want to kill me.
I try to tell them I'm running away as well.
That I'm "one of them". They don't believe me.
So, to convince them, I give the one in my couch a haircut.
hahahha
Esther comes out of hiding and holds the hair that I've snipped off. Lot's of it is going down the back of the guy's shirt though, and It's making him really itchy. I tsk tsk and tell him he should have worn a plastic protect-against-hair thingy. He's a bit bummed at my tsking.
But he's pretty stoked about getting a swanky hair cut,
They both don't think we're bad anymore.
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Now I'm Bart again. And I'm on a row boat with Homer. We are paddling down a river, going with the current, which takes us to a waterfall down which we plummet....
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AND THEN I'm on a street in my human/olivian form . Parents are there. Aunts and uncles are there... Dad points at all these super good restaurants we are walking by and everyone decided to start this thing where, every Friday, we go to one of the restaurants to dine/try it out.
I excitedly exclaim that I'm soooo totally up for it.
Mum has a brainwave : "why not WALK all the way to the restaurant from our homes, then walk back afterwards?"
Somebody starts to protest.
mum points out it'll be really easy peasy Japan-easy compared to all the walking /hard labour we had to do at that gray-skinned institution (ref above)
We all agree. But we're going to catch the bus home. We'll walk NEXT week.. haha.
So yes.
In my dream, we are going to walk from like, Yagoona to Leichard and Yagoona to Hurstville etc etc etc (that's 40 or so minutes by car, several months by foot... )
how retarded
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