| Nov. 18th, 2006 @ 11:40 pm I had a dream.... |
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It went like this:
I was in French class, taught by Madame Laurence at West Hill (my high school) except the school was in Fukuoka, and all the students were people that live with me here at iHouse. It was a pretty normal French class, except the teacher wanted Hansen to stay after class, cos he was always late. At the end of class she explained to us that we should go to Hard Rock cafe, because they have duty-free fruit that you can buy. After that I went to get the bus but I wanted by the gym. The special ed class was putting on a gymnastics show, which consisted entirely of the spring board and vault-horse-thing. They had it set up so there were two tables after the horse. The kids would vault onto the tables and careen across them to land on the mat. This was mostly done with what seemed to be no form and grievous bodily harm, as all the participants would just kind of smash across the tables and land on their heads. It was hilarious, but I felt terrible that the kids were being subjected to this. I had to leave before they were done to catch the bus, which I missed. After calling Laidlaw and realizing I didn't need my bag from off the bus (I also didn't have to tell Mom about it, because she was magically next to the phone....) I went to my locker and there was a bully there who kept wanting to listen to my iPod. He was really violent and persistent, and I clearly had a history with him. Eventually I pushed him down and started punching him in the face. After a while he wasn't struggling and I looked down to see that I had mauled PATRICK STEWART! I went into the office to wash the blood off my hands, but they only offered me a tray of sweets. The sweets were to somehow symbolize that I didn't have blood on my hands, but jam. Patrick Stewart had been bleeding jam, apparently that made the fact that I had beaten him to a jamey pulp ok. I woke up after that....uh...it was an odd dream.... |