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Today I didn't notice lil Landis while going to Comp Prog, I was too busy looking at all the little bugs (and spiders *sniff*) squished behind some posterboard taped against glass. Quite teh fascinating, and gross and sad. Crickey, there were things I wanted to say/put down but can't remember...Ah, here they come back. AP History test is next Friday, and I've yet to begin looking over my notes...or feel any stress.
I've having dreams involving Buuny ever since we adopted him last summer, sometimes multiple bunnies, and a couple nights ago I dreamt that there were three. Buuny, another male, and a female, I was keeping an eye on them as they romped around a very true version of a room in my house, and it was only when I tried to catch them all that I realized that this didn't feel familiar at all. I even told my brother about it, but I realized that that was still part of the dream.
I also had a dream about a war going on between two sides of the school. I couldn't figure out what the fighting was about and what the differences were, but I jumped into the fighting, attacking the left side. The battlefield wasn't the campus, but an un-Saharan desert with some battlements.
I remember there were even some of the students' moms involved, bursting out of trailers. They had white, small, toothpicky needles which they used to stab and accupuncture people, but the weirdest thing was that they held them with their flesh. The needles were stored by being stabbed slightly into their own bodies. Don't ask, I'm not going to.
Anyway, even in the dream, I noticed this, and one of the women had her needles stored on her chest, right over her...left breast, so I just pushed on them, pushing them deeper until the they were just points jutting out of her skin, and she gave me a look of blank suprise as she fell. I used these needles against the 'enemies' for a while, and clearly remember inserting one into the cushioning of the vertabrae of a girl I knew somewhat irl, but had not grudge against. Needless to say, the whole experience gave me a rush, but not without confusion and fear.
The main thing I realized upon waking, however, was how I was actually doing something in the dream. In the past, all the dreams I had in which I was in combat or situation of violence, the enemy would always look at me condescendingly, almost pityingly, at my attempts to do damage. This, I assume, was because of my low confidence.
I've grown up during my years in high school, and am proud of being comfortable in my skin and social label. I don't care about others' opinion of me anymore, and feel a calm tranquility I never experienced in middle school. I guess this confidence and inner zen has manifested in my dreams. Yes, it's ironic that it's through a dream of violence, but I also saw a show about extreme martial arts that day too.