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Drinking for the fun, Singing for the taste (onesimpleplan) wrote,
@ 2003-04-22 12:05:00
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    Current mood: confused
    Current music:Evanescence

    Another weird dream
    I just had the worst dream ever. I was still here at school, and I was coming back from a class or something. Before I came into the building, someone outside gave me a bomb and told me to set it off inside. But I couldn't tell anyone about it, or he'd kill me.

    So, I'm freaking out. I'm walking past the lounge, and there's 4 or 5 girls in there, including Char. I go in, hoping that someone can help me. I sit down at the window by Char. I put the bomb (which was in a tube of chapstick) down in the middle of the table and get out my book. When Char doesn't look up, I push the chapstick over to her. She looks at it, and doesn't get it. So I make and "I'm-trying-to-light-a-lighter" motion to her, and feel my pockets, showing her that I need a lighter or matches. She still doesn't get it, but asks the other girls in the lounge if they have one. Then, she finally wonders why I would try to set a tube of chapstick on fire, looks at it, and figures out it's a bomb.

    At this time, someone from outside (probably the same guy who gave me the bomb) begins to shoot into the lounge. Everyone hits the floor, and suddenly the furniture disappears. The shooting continues, and some of the girls try to get up to see who's doing it. I push them back down, wondering why they are so stupid (shooter, trying to hit us, and here they are, trying to get to the windows?). I also wonder where the hell the cops are.

    After a while, it becomes apparent that the shooter is only trying to hit me. Some of the girls are nice and come lay down on top of me, shielding me from the bullets. Then, we hearthe door unlock, and some old guy in plaid pants throws a rock at the wall to distract the shooter, and we all get out. During this whole scene, I hear the Dixie Chicks singing "More Love".

    Then, I'm walking down the stairs by myself, and who walks up to meet me? The shooter, Greg Carter. He starts talking to me, but the only think I ask him is "Why?" And I try to hit him. I can't. Apparently, I can't touch him when I'm angry. So I try to smash his head into the wall. But I still can't. So then, I decide to trick him. I'm all flirty and nice, and poor Greg things I'm coming on to him and that he's going to get some action. When he's all relaxed and ready, that's when I grab his head and smash it into the wall. Apparently, this kills him.

    Then, just like in old movies, a "The End" screen shows up (isn't that weird for a dream?). So then, I finish walking down the stairs, holding the sweatshirt Greg was wearing (yellow hoodie with "Blissfield" on the front, and 12 on the back, his number), and run into David Rose and some other guy. I ask them when Greg had gone crazy, and they just laughed at me, so I left. In the dream, I kept walking, clutching Greg's hoodie, and missing him.

    I woke up crying.


    Weird. What I really want to know is why I kept hearing "More Love", when Greg was trying to kill me. And why was that old guy wearing plaid pants?



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