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So yesterday (Saturday) I went to the Pennsylvania Culinary Institute. After wasting money to go for Graphic Design, I want to be a Pastry Chef. I hope I get in, cause I paid the application fee of fifty friggin dollars. Drained my bank account... Anyway, I still have to take a test. Hope they call me on that? They didn't say how and when I take it...
So, same day I went to the fair. Fun fun. Same as last year. Except they took out the neck snapping spinning ride and adult swings! But the one ride they had this year made up for the loss... It was a thing on an arm, that swung, and went upside down! My brother made me go on it, so I went on. Of course, I'd eventually get over my nervousness and go on. I was screaming my head off! I'd never gone on an upside down ride before, so it was frightning. Later, we rode it again, less screaming. And later, again. No screaming, except for "Whooooooo!!" Ha ha, Ron Bruise... And immediately after. And then, once more at the end! Honestly, best ride ever! Hard to forget the upside down feeling, floating out of the seat, suspended only by the should bar things. It was so cool! *sighhhh* Now for the dream portion of this entry!
Ever have the kind of dream that kinda impacts your life, makes you think, or is just so weird that you remember every little detail? Well, I had one last night. Had one before, but I'll just tell you this one. It started out with me running down some flights of steps, knowing I'd be killed if caught. Remember the scene in Back to the Future where Marty was running down stairs, jumps over the banister, and runs up the other flight to lose the bad guy? Yeah. That's what I did in my dream. But somehow, I was caught. And so, to live, I had to answer a question. I don't know how it was worded, but there were 4 small squarish things that I had to tell what order they were in, and how many there were. Now, I knew there was a black on one either end, but I forgot if there was a gray or white one in the middle, or both. I answered wrong. Now, answering at gunpoint would scare you, right? Well, in my dream I was kinda like the badass rebel who didn't fear death. So, I just smiled, and she (the person) shot me, and blew my head off. Like in GTA: San Andreas. Yeah. Have been playing that a lot lately. But the weird thing about it, is that it was just a tiny pistol/revolver thing. Like a capgun type of gun. But I didn't think of it as a nightmare, it actually didn't scare me, like a death dream does. And I dunno if I said this out loud, or in my dream, but I said "Ah!"
I do believe you killed my hat.
 VC Verse · Mon Jun 18, 2007 @ 07:19am · 0 Comments |
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