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Ln2Blaze
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« Reply #45 on Nov 6, 2002, 4:01pm » | |
no way i could leave my computer. I love my computer!!(hugs computer)
(looks around) 
~in head~
No one saw that......
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« Reply #46 on Dec 4, 2002, 7:52pm » | |
Don't ask about how I wandered back here, for I don't even know meself.
Today's Topic:
A Dream I Had Last Night
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This is kinda strange, but here it is. People who know the people in my dream: Tell me what you think it means. Oh, and it takes place in the fall.
I woke up and climbed out of bed. I looked in the mirror.
The phone rang. I wondered who it was as I ventured lazily to the caller I.D.
Simpson, Pat
I looked for the phone, but didn't find it. I gave up and went to a different one. "Hello?"
We talked for a few, then I told him that I'd see him at school later and hung up. My mom gave me a ride. Since we were a bit early, my mom stopped at the bank. The service was incredibly slow. I got annoyed each time my mom reassured me that we'd be leaving soon. I gave up and walked the rest of the way.
When I got there, (Note: The school was a bit different in my dream. Don't ask me why everyone was in there....) I saw the usual crowd in the cafeteria. I greeted everyone, including Pat (with a hug). I mentioned my mom being at the bank and Jessie (not JessiCA) suggested getting revenge. I agreed. Jessie, Pat, and Chelsie were to accompany me.
We got there as my mom was finishing up. The teller was upset with me for bringing in such "trouble-making teenagers." She made some other rude comments, too. Meh... I was used to it. She noticed that this had no effect on us, as Pat and Jessie were mocking her. She then dumped the contents of my mom's purse into a conveniently located sewer. My mom began to cry.
War had begun.
I looked down into the brown-green sewer. I looked at Chelse and nodded. I looked at Jessie and Pat, they nodded. Jessie jumped over to my mom to comfort her. Chelsie was on the bank teller like a savage wolf. Pat and I ran quickly back to school.
Once there, we purchased some artillery, although underaged and inexperiened. We rushed back to the bank and went inside.
The counter was splattered red. My mom was still crying, Jessie by her side. Chelsie was stained with blood. Pat turned some uzis over to Jessie. I slipped down into the sewer silently and peeked around the corner cautiously. Men were stationed in various areas, guns in hand.
"Who are they?" Jessie asked.
"Soviets. They're from a Russian terrorist organization," I whispered to my partners. (Note: Somehow, in some mystical way, I knew this information.)
Jessie and Pat gave each other a puzzled look. I slowly turned around and flashed them a devilish smile. Jessie giggled and Pat smiled back.
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Now, for this next scene, imagine a cross between James Bond, Charlie's Angels, and Max Payne. However, there was no dramatic spy music in the background.
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I dove out from the corner and bullets flew. I landed on my back, behind a crate. Jessie and Pat saw that as the signal for attack. Gunshots were heard from all around. In a matter of minutes, the soldiers were down. Pat quickly scooped up my mom's things. Jessie said, "Let's go."
"Wait a sec," I said. I opened a barred door and walked through. They followed me. It was a square green room with one table surrounded by chairs. A dim lightbulb dangled from the ceiling. On the table, pictures and video tapes were scattered about. I picked up an envelope dated "1995." I gasped as I revealed its contents. Jessie and Pat came over to me. Pictures of me as a child were now laying on the table. A T.V. flickered on to show a child on a swing. Me, seven years old. I dropped my guns and envelope and jolted out of the sewer.
Pat found me outside. He gave me a hug. "Thanks," I said. Jessie came to me.
"I called the police. They'll be here soon," she said. She sat next to me.
"I've been stalked my whole life. People who I don't even know have pictures of me when I was seven." I sighed and looked up at the clouds. The trees were yellow and red. Leaves were falling around us.
Jessie gave me a hug.
I stood up and thanked Jessie, Pat, and Chelsie again, giving each of them a hug. "I'll miss you all," I muttered as I turned away. They nodded and I headed toward the colorful trees. I walked for a long time. After a while, I came to a clearing. A large oak tree sat in the middle of it, supporting two ropes. At the ends of them was a piece of wood.
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(See next post)
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gothichellokitty
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« Reply #47 on Dec 4, 2002, 7:53pm » | |
Imagine the next scene as a sceen from a horror movie such as The Sixth Sense, or The Ring.
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I sat on the swing and looked around. To my left was an old stone well. To my right, an abandoned brick house, a rotten wooden ladder leaning against the side. I sighed and looked up at the treetops. I began swinging a bit.
The sky was growing dark. Figures appeared around the edges of the clearing. Panicking, I leapt from the swing. The ladder fell. I looked at a group of honeysuckles in front of me. Inside was something shiney. Something was telling me, "Don't go. Run away. Leave now." My body brought me closer to the bushes. The figures were now closing in on me. I could only make out shadows. I came nearer and nearer to the bush, and then stopped dead in my tracks.
A camera.
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