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[20 Aug 2003|02:19pm] |
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I just noticed that if you use the mouse scroller thing on my blurty, the borders around my entries turn into lines instead of dotted lines BUT...if you use the normal scroll bar, then that does not happen. *marvels*
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[20 Aug 2003|10:19pm] |
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My dream actually started as a dream within a dream. I was dreaming that I was laying on my bed dreaming about a murderer who had murdered some guy down the road. My dad was chasing him through the peach fields with all these police, but the murderer got away on his motorcycle. The I woke up (but I was still dreaming...if you understand) and I realized that the murderer could come in through my window. So I got out of bed and went to my parents room. It's a bit fuzzy after this, but then the murderer did come in through my window and the whole dream was spent running and hiding from him. I've had a lot of dreams like this but this was different, I actually DID something this time. I went downstairs and got some knives and daggers from the kitchen and hid them in the stereo shelf thing next to my piano. Bla bla bla, the dream goes on and I'm running and hiding, running and hiding, until finally I find the murderer talking to my scared-half-to-death parents and sister in my dark. He was talking about how he came to be the way he is or something. He also had a little girl henchman, with dark skin and blonde, braided hair. I remember him saying something about her and then I stroked her hair and went "aww, you poor girl" and then walked behind him, unnoticed because he was talking to my dad. I got the knives I had hid earlier and stabbed him, 7 times in the back. I remember wanting the knives to go in all the way but they only went like halfway, and so he turned around, not screaming in pain or anything, and said "Alright, that's it, I'm following." I have no idea why he said "I'm following" but I think he meant he was gonna chase after me and kill me. My mom gave me this look like "why did you do that, we had him calmed down" and so I ran while they tried to stop him. I went upstairs and I could hear him going "SHOW ME WHERE SHE IS" and my mom was bringing me up to her room. I hid in her room in the back of the closet, and was going to climb out her window and shimmy down the side and just run like hell. I woke up before I did that though. It was a long and scary dream and it involved many weird things that I did to try to stop him, sorta like home alone only worse. I woke up in the middle of the night, too, and I was scared of my stupid window. This was the first dream I had ever tried to kill somebody...I should look it up. Whee.
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