Alicia 'Xellandria' Kilpatrick (xella) wrote, @ 2004-10-02 07:28:00

Current mood:	confused
Current music:	Enya - Flora's Secret (A Day Without Rain)

Army Fatigue (Minigolf Go Boom)
Oo weird dreams involving strange army-books a la Fushigi Yugi in which the reader gets sucked into the story, but unlike FY, the reader keeps BOPPING POINTS OF VIEW, much like when one actually reads a badly-written book written in third-person. So by the end of it, I had spent $2 (50 cents each) on an attempt to get a blue-furred kitten (in this world, apparently cats kept hair dye as their permanent colour if you dyed them early enough oO;;) out of a vending machine (it was a vending machine for pets, if you were wondering. Like, instead of Fritos and Pretzels and such, there were kittens and puppies and the like), refused to march into a very strange war where we were marching on our own housemates, been kicked out of the army-school because of it, and then tried to save my place in the school by calling my house, except I couldn't find the phone number that I had apparently written down in seventh grade because it was in a notebook from that year (if you've known me and my room, you know my almost obsessive-compulsive desire to have as many notebooks as possible ^^;;) and almost all the notebooks were completely full so it was like "which ooone?~" and there was a lot of schoolwork in there involving the solar system.

I remember in this latter half, but before looking for my phone number (I wasn't "me" at that point, by the way, I was "my rival"), the squad "I" had been on marched in front of, behind, and stepped to the side of one of the teachers/upper-classmen responsible for kicking me out (the one I had been trying to buy the blue kitten to save from) so we essentially had him trapped, and I confronted him with all the bad things he had done that he was trying to hide by kicking "me" out but how they weren't getting hidden coz' we knew about them anyway. Anyway, the point being that, at some point during this interrogation, I said "And there was that one time with the cheese..." and I blinked and turned to the only girl in the squad (naturally, the only person I can recall not taking over) and went "wait, do I know about that? Damn, I've lost track of who's supposed to know what in this book... oh well." and probably sounded really bloody insane to all listening.

Something happened, which I imagine was the finding of the phone number (in a red notebook) and the ending of the dream, coz' the next~ thing I remember is totally unrelated. Mainly, that dad and I were in the Insight and we were driving down that road that you would turn off of to get to Forest (the road I used to live on back on Long Island), except it was Halloween-time so all the farms had these gigantic ass-loads of pumpkins they were carting to the pumpkin patches, and for no real reason, there seemed to be a gigantic one across the street... anyway, so we got stuck in the blind spot of one of these huge trailer-trucks, and if you know ANYTHING about the Insight, it's that it's NOT a large car (it's probably only a little taller than my waist, really), so my dad decided that we needed to get around it, so he sped up (for some reason, I'm not wearing my seatbelt) and darted into the intersection before it did—for OBVIOUS reasons, because I was like "Red liiiight ;___;" and he kept going "oh, it'll be FINE!" and jumped up onto the island (you know, in the middle of the road?) and started driving down THAT into a line of stopped people waiting to turn (what they were doing on the side of the street that my direction of traffic had been going earlier, I'll never know. Maybe Long Island's intersections are more messed up than California's?.

Now I could see where this dream was going. Crazy driver, no seatbelt, wrong lane of traffic... and it SORT of went there. Except one of the people in the turning lane—a silver pick-up—swerved (how do you swerve when you're stopped?) to get out of our way, went spinning forward into the intersection, crossed it, and U-TURNED while still spinning, kept spinning back across to where my lane of traffic SHOULD have been going (across another island), in the direction we had been going, still spinning, and then hit the curb and flipped over.

Meanwhile, dad is still driving on the island here and I'm freaking out because we just caused this pick-up to do this (admittedly impossible, even in my dream-world) spin-out-flip-over onto the fence of the mini-golf course (which I don't think exists anymore, but I can't be sure because I'm here and not there), and I asked dad if he had his cellphone (mine still hadn't been charged since I got home from KumoriCon and All Points Disney (O______o;; which is probably true, come of it), so he handed me the remote for the DVD player (okay, apparently this was a cellphone in my dream. Apparently.) and I tried dialing 911, but I kept dialing 9111 or 91D or other things so I had to keep starting over.

Got connected to 911 and told them there had been an auto accident, but as I don't know the names o the streets that I didn't live on back in New York (oh come on, like you would know the names of the streets you didn't live on in your home town in suburbia's suburbia if you had left when you were nine), I kept giving them landmarks that I DID know (because I DO know those, even if most of them are gone now), which wasn't very helpful, so I said "damnit, I should just free the line, people who know where they are will be calling in with this anyway .___." but the dude on the other end was like "no, nobody in new york has a cellphone (Wha?) and it's sunday so the businesses won't call (Wha?) and even if they did have a cellphone, which they don't (Wha?), it's illegal in the state of new york to use one while in a car (okay, THAT I get oO) so they wouldn't do it anyway and they wouldn't exactly pull over to call 911 or anything (... okay, THAT is just the stereotypical portrayal of my countryman and so totally not true >___<;;)" but he asked me if I knew the license plate of either of the cars involved, so I gave him the Insights, but by that point the cops, who weren't in the LEAST interested in the flaming pick-up of DEATH behind us, had noticed my remote control-slash-cellphone and had turned the sirens on on us, all the while me trying to scramble for the name of the street we were on.

And as I woke up, I remember screaming "It's Terry's Girl!" like that actually meant something. Because I KNOW there were no streets around me named "Terry's Girl" or ANYTHING similar. Nichol's Road, yes. But that was in the other direction and not the road I was on oO; And I seriously doubt I had any indication on who was in the crazy silver pick-up.

So yeah. Whee.

ahhh music (Anonymous) 2005-11-27 19:09 (link)

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