I just remembered the dream I had last night (I went to bed sickeningly early; got almost 12 hours of sleep... yeesh. >_<)
Allrighty, I tend to dream as if I'm watching a movie, and so I know what I can see, but I can see things from another perspective as well. 's weird.
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Scene 1: The band hall, during lunch. I've taken to lurking there until I need to leave for career center... because I'm just that much of a loser. Liz and Emily are usually in there. In the dream, we were the only ones there (usually a director or two is present as well, so are other people)
Jenni: You know what I need to do? I need to get over Michael. I mean, let's think about it... the likelihood that he's gonna change his mind one day and randomly decide that it'd be a good idea to try going out with me is slim to none. And in a year we're gonna go off to college somewhere. He'll go to UT, and I'm going to the first place that'll take me.
Emily: And he's mine anyway.
Jenni: *scowl* and another thing, I need to stop hanging around you.
Emily: What? Why?
Jenni: The longer I stay around you, the more likely I am to strangle you... and/or hang myself from the rafters. *points up*
Emily: bah, the rafters wouldn't hold you.
Jenni: *pissed* allright then.... *grabs a pen* How 'bout I just stab myself with this, huh? That good enough for ya?
Emily: You wouldn't.
Jenni: Try me. *holds pen in front of chest*
Emily: You won't.
Jenni: Oh yeah? *stabs pretty damn hard, eyes go wide, gasps*
*At this point there is general mayhem as I kind of collapse and Emily and Liz are going insane, calling 911, etc.*
Scene 2: A hospital room. I'm awake and looking somewhat disgruntled, and Michael is sitting in a chair near my bed, looking equally disgruntled.
Michael: But why did you have to do that?
Jenni: She didn't believe me. You know I keep my word.
Michael: But something like that? That's... well, it's just stupid!
Jenni: *shrug* ow. x_X
Michael: *sighs, shaking his head* As soon as you're better, they're sticking you in the psych ward, you know.
Jenni: Let 'em.
(I then woke up)
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e.O weird, huh? For some reason, I always die or get hurt in my dreams. *ponders*