tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10471730285039714612023-06-20T20:58:12.935-07:00After 11These are my dreams. They are often and interesting. Enjoy!!!
--Maggie MaeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-99009847826234102017-05-26T06:45:00.001-07:002017-05-26T06:45:24.136-07:00Canale<p dir="ltr">I was stuck in all kinds of traffic throughout the city and ran into Laura bonnoit and Laura that used to disciple me. I cried when I saw them...and they both were like "we love you, still friends, come see us!"  I haven't spoken to the 2nd Laura in like 2 years. Then there was an accident in front of me where this really geeky guy has his band instruments fall out of his truck or something. His friend is like "go to hell!" Bc i showed no inclinaction of helping. But he ended up falling on my car so i had to push him a bit to help. We got to wherever they were going bc they had some kind of "bumper warranty"  and could bring their scraps of whatever (wood things and instruments and random other things) to a warehouse and they could be fixed or sold. So we finally get it all situated and someone hits something as they're calling the guy to come get the stuff and it all falls and basically shatters. I was upset then just like oh well! And someone with us, a girl with long legs, was like well lets go for a walk in that forest thing since we didn't get to the other day! The guys didnt want to bc of the gravel pathway and said it would hurt their feet or something. Well I said we could do it so I tried to jump into the trail but my legs were shorter than everyone else's. And I got caught in some branches and looked down the path which became very mystifying and freaked out. (I kid you not) God reached down, pulled me out of the thicket I was caught in and said "its okay, you will soon be free. Canale." (Apparently God is Italian.) I went home and found out my sister was a dog in disguise bc she was the head of my guard and that the other pplvwherr protecting me too but no one was listening to her and she was frustrated. ....when i woke up I googled the definition of canale and it means a canal, a duct, a passage way for a bullet. Basically a way for something to travel out of. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-69495813596075357822016-04-30T05:40:00.003-07:002016-04-30T05:40:52.592-07:00Captive<p dir="ltr">He was a large man. Not fat just tall and broad. He was stronger than 5 men put together and his shoulders were the width of a twin bed. His muscles bulged and rippled down his arms. He had a fierce expression of a warrior willing to do anything and everything to win his fight. </p>
<p dir="ltr">His fight was me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He took me from a party. It was evening and the sun had just set. I was near the fence watching horses jump, play, and graze. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Immediately I was drawn to him. His size intrigued me and his crystal blue eyes captivated me. I thought he was the one I'd love forever.  <br>
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When he took me, he did not want to let me leave. He told me everyone was done for. He would kill them all if necessary. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Friends tried to save me. One he skinned alive and showed me their insides. Others came that I knew he'd crush. I'd beg him to leave them alone. I yelled that they run for their lives. He wanted me and only me. I feared I'd never see my parents again or if I did he would destroy them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A group of 3 friends, 2 guys and 1 girl, came for me. They were the most successful pulling me away from him to at least run the maze that was the basement - like area he lived in.  They'd hide me and he wouldn't kill them because he needed to find me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He always found me. Honestly I'm not the greatest hider. I'd hear him coming and start to weep. He'd grab me and punish me by beating me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Once my friends got me all the way to the 5 level of the playhouse. Red carpeted stairs and I was nearly naked. I had taken off anything with severe amounts of blood from those he had already killed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">They had tricked him and tied him up somehow. I knew it wouldn't bet long before he got out. His voice carried through the entire playhouse. Yelling for me. Wanting me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My heart would beat into my ears drowning out his booming voice.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I knew he was close and panicked. My friend saw it and I took off my shirt and dove behind a plant in the hallway. I blended into the paint on the wall well enough and my black shorts matched the shadows I sat in.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He came up and asked my friend where I was. Where he was hiding me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He demanded me. My friend stood confident. But then he saw my knee and it looked out of place.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He bent down and saw me. Taunted me a bit, then he drew me out.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Somehow I'd put my sweater back on and he pulled out a tazer. I knew on my bare skin I'd burn. He hit my jacket and I pretended to feel the horrible electricity course through me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Her did it three times before he told me to get up. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The next thing happened so fast I don't know what order it took place. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We were back in his lair and a friend had hidden in the refrigerator. They ambushed him and blindfolded him while tying his hands and feet with shackles.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Suddenly I was with my parents. Bloodied and bruised. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I heard his roars and then nothing. Suddenly he stood in front of me bounded by chains with the word "arrested" written with,what looked like ash on his forehead. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I touch his chest tenderly. Something inside me didn't want them to hurt him.  I still cared for his well being. His eyes were still full of rage but he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen. And I was saddened my adventure with him would end.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Back home in my bed it was Halloween. Where I lived in some Icelandic village on the side of a mountain everyone wore masks. There was one mask, black and white, that I kept noticing. No eyes. A slim figure beneath it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">People kept telling me I was safe. I kept reassuring them I knew that but felt like I was being watched. Finally I gave up and retired to my room. I kept telling myself to breathe through the anxiety. He wasn't coming back. I'd seen him be taken by the police on a horse the size of a bus. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I cried. I didnt know what else I could do. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Around 3 am, I heard something in the kitchen. I got up and our front door was open. I panicked and quickly shut it. I saw blood on the ground, dark and fresh. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I fearfully followed it wondering if my stalker was here for me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was my brother. He sat on the ground too drunk to know where the moon was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was bleeding badly and I saw the broken wine bottle next to him. He must have dropped it and still tried to pour from it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">His leg was badly cut and I was afraid he had cut an artery. The masked person showed for a moment and told me he needed to go to the hospital and not to wait.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Even though I was terrified I was right and someone had been watching me, I grabbed pants and my brother and started on my way to the hospital. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I woke up.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-40738209449217915942016-03-01T06:23:00.001-08:002016-03-01T06:23:55.307-08:00Alaska with Mercy<p dir="ltr">I was in Alaska and knew that Nancy was in florida. I wouldn't be able to say hello. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was with my parents and brother and we were on a trip mostly like any other. We drove from fairbanks to anchorage.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Once we were in Anchorage wet had to cross under a bridge because if we rode the bus over, we would have to pay more, which was silly. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We got free t-shirts which made my mom happy and warmer. There was some ice and snow around but mostly green. It must have been spring. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We saw a crowd and someone pointing so we went towards it. My brother said "anyone see a BEAR?!" I said no at first and he said "well your bear spotting skills are not very good right now..." and then I saw a large black or brown bear on the side of the hill. There were 2 and one started racing a wolf down to the water. Everyone watched. When they got to the water, the bear aimed for a fish and got it but the wolf didn't let him keep it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They started fighting and the bear "screamed"... I thought I'd forgotten my camera at the hotel room but I felt it in my pocket and grabbed some awesome shots of the bear and wolf fighting.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Eventually the bear and wolf ran off. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we went to get back in the car my mom told me she would be bringing Mercy (my little girl) by later so that she could have a break. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was so excited bc I hadn't seen her since I had her, but I was going to have to figure out working and bringing her to her post-birth doctor's appointment. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we were back at the room, my mom brought Mercy. She didn't give her to me right away and instead kept talking. I got irritated and asked her to give me my baby. I wanted to hold her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She gave her to me and I went to go out of the room maybe to the bathroom. There were towels hanging on the door and what looked like giants roaches with bumpy backs were stuck to it. I freaked out and when my mom tried to shake them off, they turned into the Pokémon called sandshrew. It rolled into a ball and started coming at us. I had to run with Mercy and kick the Pokémon. It disappeared and we ran outside. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My mom and I were yelling trying to figure out how to get mercy to her appt without me having to take off work.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then it dawned on me that I worked 2 full time jobs and I had no idea how to get out of them to take care of mercy. I knew one boss would be understanding but I had to figure out if I could quit. It didn't seem like I was making and extra working there somehow. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I remembered a 3rd full time job I was working. I knew something had to give.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At my car I decided I wasn't going to work so I could bring mercy to the doctor and my mom was saying I needed to just get in the car. But I kept thinking I don't have a car seat. When I got to my car I had a car seat. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I woke up.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-67616226021063527442016-03-01T06:10:00.001-08:002016-03-01T06:10:43.798-08:00<p dir="ltr">I was in Alaska and knew that Nancy was in florida. I wouldn't be able to say hello. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was with my parents and brother and we were on a trip mostly like any other. We drove from fairbanks to anchorage.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Once we were in Anchorage wet had to cross under a bridge because if we rode the bus over, we would have to pay more, which was silly. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We got free t-shirts which made my mom happy and warmer. There was some ice and snow around but mostly green. It must have been spring. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We saw a crowd and someone pointing so we went towards it. My brother said "anyone see a BEAR?!" I said no at first and he said "well your bear spotting skills are not very good right now..." and then I saw a large black or brown bear on the side of the hill. There were 2 and one started racing a wolf down to the water. Everyone watched. When they got to the water, the bear aimed for a fish and got it but the wolf didn't let him keep it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They started fighting and the bear "screamed"... I thought I'd forgotten my camera at the hotel room but I felt it in my pocket and grabbed some awesome shots of the bear and wolf fighting.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Eventually the bear and wolf ran off. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we went to get back in the car my mom told me she would be bringing Mercy (my little girl) by later so that she could have a break. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was so excited bc I hadn't seen her since I had her, but I was going to have to figure out working and bringing her to her post-birth doctor's appointment. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we were back at the room, my mom brought Mercy. She didn't give her to me right away and instead kept talking. I got irritated and asked her to give me my baby. I wanted to hold her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She gave her to me and I went to go out of the room maybe to the bathroom. There were towels hanging on the door and what looked like giants roaches with bumpy backs were stuck to it. I freaked out and when my mom tried to shake them off, they turned into the poke</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-48799560467596118412016-02-21T07:09:00.001-08:002016-02-21T07:09:46.736-08:00Alaskan adventuring<p dir="ltr">I was back in Alaska staying with some friend and my dad and one of my friends from home came too (let's call her mary since I can't remember who it was.). </p>
<p dir="ltr">We flew into fairbanks knowing we'd only have one day available to us to explore. We drove to another nearby city I hadn't heard of before to stay with my friends there. Really we just used their home bc they were out of town. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They had a boat hanging up and we (mary and i) stayed on the bottom level which like a sunken room.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For part of the day I had to work. I babysat or worked at some daycare for a bit. We played a game of basketball with the kids but they weren't getting it so it was more like lets run around with the ball and try to annoy the teachers. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Eventually we all went back to the house/cabin and it was close to bed time. So we were watching a movie. Then my long time friend Justin came in and cuddled up next to me to watch the movie.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I felt nothing as he did so, though. I thought how strange it was that years ago I tried to tell him we should date but could never find the words. And here he was laying with me on a couch watching a movie, falling asleep, and I felt nothing. It worried me because what if suddenly he felt something? What if he had feelings (which it definitely seemed like) for me that I didn't return? </p>
<p dir="ltr">The next day we were kind of getting ready to leave. My dad was panicking about how far the airport was and I was sad mary wouldn't get to see more of alaska. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Before anything else happened my dad ran outside and said "it can't be!" And we ran outside and the neighbors were there too. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The northern lights were out.  I had waited all my life for this and here they were! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Red and green dancing but looking almost like clouds being blown away too quickly.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was also strange because it was some part of summer where the sun never fully disappeared. It was a dusky look outside and i wished it were black as midnight so the colors could dance. We watched them regardless and the neighbors wondered if Justin and I were together.  I said no and that was when he had to go run an errand. I asked the same neighbor where we could hike up so mary could see around us and get a taste of Alaska. She pointed to a nearby road that drove up the mountain and mentioned a trail.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just before justin left there was a huge storm that blew through. It was part of the lights. I kept thinking "I knew it was a type of storm but this..."</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was almost like a tornado ran through. Huge pieces of siding came off houses with nails and a building even collapsed across the street from us. Justin and I froze in place even as I screamed we should go into the basement - like room I wash staying in. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When it ended I asked Justin not to go out in it for whatever he had to do. He kept saying he had to go.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I turned to mary and told her how sorry I was but it was way too dangerous to hike up the mountain in this weather. She seemed disappointed but also okay about it, probably more okay than I was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We went back into the room where my friend who owned the place and another old friend were hanging out in the other day bed talking.</p>
<p dir="ltr">One was justins Mom and she told me that justin was in love with me. That he always has been and she's told him over and over to do something about it. She asked about my feelings for him and I told her I'd had them years ago but no longer do. I felt nothing but brotherly love towards him. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She was disappointed but understood. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She went to go upstairs for something and the father of the owner of the cabin we were in came down the hall with a hooded sweater on and she about died. I tried to let her know he was behind her, but instead she jumped half way to the roof. It was hilarious.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My dad told us we'd bet leaving soon so I walked to the deck and basically told mary I'd be back soon. My dad was panicking but i had an errand to run.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I went into town to a little waterfront store (there was this huge crystal blue lake behind the shop). </p>
<p dir="ltr">When I walked in a girl with red curly hair greeted me and asked if I was okay. Prior to walking in I had concocted a story in my head that had made me cry. I told her I truly was that I had just made up a sad story in my head. She thought it was strange but said I had great hair. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I looked around the store and realized most of them had red curly hair. I commented on it and the girl helping me seemed like she had never noticed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A very tall guy showed up then and as it turns out I knew his long lost sisters and that they were working at this store. Then he cried and I cried with him some. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I went and looked at the lake. There weren't swimmers bc the water was icy. But you could see mountains in the background and a small bush plane fly over it. I wished I had brought mary. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When I left I was running home bc I was late.and it was getting dark. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was crossing the street when a shriveled old woman was trying to army crawl across the street. She was the size of a 8 month old baby and had as much function in her body. I asked if I could help her up the hill and she said yes. As soon as I picked her up she started shouting at me to put her down. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I put her down where she was trying to go and went on my way. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I finally got home and we went to get in the van. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Mary was in the backseat and I was doing something up front. My dad was going to the bathroom or something and then the car started going. Not just rolling but in a driving gear racing down the very steep and curvy roads.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Mary and I started to panic and I tried to steer as best I could from the passenger seat but when I tried to shift into a lower gear or park the car surge forward and we went faster.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We finally flew off a hill and got stuck on a store front that had some of their beams hanging out a little. The back of out shirts caught and the van crashed elswhere. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I went to try and get down and as I freed myself I woke up.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-17187148157738369242015-09-25T07:24:00.001-07:002015-09-25T07:24:44.087-07:00I was the Project Girl Picked On<p dir="ltr">I had a dream that I was one of the girls that was targeted as a joke to be dressed up and made over. Like I was set up with a cute guy. Who took me on the weirdest date...I helped him cut grass and ran errands with his girl roommate. Then while I was changing he walked in on me going to the bathroom like it was nothing and when I made him leave bc I was half naked bc I was chan gu in he went and told this huge room of ppl that I was like checking my underwear or something... when I came out then ambushed me and started telling me how pathetic I was to think he would like me. But he was one of those guys that in high school put on the hard ass front but really was nice...and he was nice except for we were in high school I guess. And they stripped me down. And tried to put new clothes on me i hated. I was about to cry and then just stood up in my towel and said "yall wanna see me naked? Here!" And opened the towel in front of these girls and bared it all (I had panties on..). They kind of gawked and I worried someone would take a picture so I closed the towel and they busted out laughing and I ran off. Somehow this coinincided with some assembly and I ended up running around just sad that ppl would do this. People I thought were my friends. And I couldn't find chantal....and when I did she just kept saying one second and when she finally came she was in too good a mood to be sad with me or angry at them. She could say sorry but she was just focused on leaving instead of helping me. She was with friends. And my parents didn't care as much as they should have either. One random person whose name I don't remember and I don't remember how I know them cared the most. She kept asking a if I was okay and if I needed anything. I realized before I left I had to go back and get my clothes. As I went to cross the hall back to his bedroom and find them bc I wasn't gonna let him keep them, my cat jumped on my dresser and knocked stuff over and woke me up. I think I had just gotten there bc I remember him looking sad and guilty. Like he was about to say sorry. I think he tried to talk to me as I got my stuff.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-74646962779451515152014-11-27T07:51:00.001-08:002014-11-27T07:51:56.306-08:00Halloween and Dating the Grim Reaper<p dir="ltr">I don't remember everything leading up to the important parts...</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was at some sort of camp. We were going to have a pool party for Halloween soon. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was out hiking, I guess, in the woods when I stumbled upon this tent made from tarp. It was up in some rocks so I climbed up to see it. My little cousin was following even though I told her not to.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I looked inside the tent, I saw a lot of death. There were bones and dried blood everywhere. I told her to run away and as we started to I saw him in the forest.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The only way to try and describe him was the grim reaper with skin. You could sense his evilness. He turned to me and I tried to run but I couldnt.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He told me I would be his. I <i>was</i> his. He told me everyone would die if I didn't listen to him. I told him I wouldn't do what he wanted and I ran off.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I kept this secret from my family and friends. But as halloween drew closer I found myself thinking about the strange death man more and more.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The day before when we were setting up for the party, I felt a chill go through me. I freaked out a little but decided it was nothing. Then I stepped into the backyard where we had a beautiful garden and abundance of beautiful plants.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As soon as my foot touched the ground, everything began to die. The grass turned dry and brown, the roses wilted to black and crusted. Every single thing turned brown and gray. It was all dead. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I started crying at the death I'd created. Then I knew he had been right. I had become a King Midas of sorts, but everything I touched died instead of turning to gold. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I decided to run back to his makeshift home in the woods. I would tell him I'd stay with him as long as my family and friends were not hurt.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I got there, he was about to vanish. I tried to stop him but I was too late. I knew he'd be back at the party so I ran back.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I got there everyone seemed fine, except me because I was shouting trying to figure out where he was. I tried to describe him without terrifying everyone. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then someone screamed and I turned to see him standing in the gateway.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My heart jumped and I ran to him. I pleaded with him to just talk to me, that he could have me but we had to talk and I had to understand.</p>
<p dir="ltr">No one wanted to let me go alone with this strange man that created fear with every step, but after much convincing, they let me leave.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We walked just down the block. He put his arm around me like a protective boyfriend. He told me how much he loved me and that he would never give up on me. That he believed I could one day love him. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was speechless and terrifed. He explained his life some more and somehow I grew to have pity for him. Then I began to think I might actually love him back, but I was ashamed of my love for him. No one would approve and no one would understand. I didnt even understand and with that I became more fearful.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I conceded there might be a chance I'd love him one day, not letting on to my feelings, but he couldn't have my friends and family. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't remember the agreement we came to, but I think he left us alone and I hugged my friends and family without fear I would take their lives by touching them.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-78073770420183940752014-08-29T06:26:00.001-07:002014-08-29T06:51:15.052-07:00Brody<p dir="ltr">I was at some sort of school function. It was like a fair or something. My friends and I were talking as usual and then I met Brody. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He was about 5'7" and had a stocky build. He wore a plain white shirt and jeans. Dark hair and eyes. His lips were thick but not in a "I just ate something I'm allergic to" thick. He was cute. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We hit it off and had great conversation. I knew we would start dating.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later that we I saw him at least once more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I received a phone call that an opening at a castle I wanted to be married at was available and wouldn't be available for another 3 or 4 years. It was a free wedding offered to me so I wanted to take the offer. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I called Brody and asked how he felt about skipping the whole dating part and just getting married. He said he wanted that! So I confirmed the booking which was in the next couple days.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I immediately started making calls and plans for the Saturday that I'd get married on just 3 days away.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When it was 2 days before the wedding, I hadn't talked to Brody much. I was at a hotel for something and it was sleeting. I kept saying how I didn't know how I felt about it sleeting so close to my wedding. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The next day was the rehearsal dinner and just about everyone I could have imagined inviting was there. It was funny, though. When I walked in the first table of girls I saw were wearing semi-formals. I turned to whoever was walking me in and said "I think everyone here is going to be more dressed up than I am in this subdress!" She assured me it didn't matter because I was the bride so I set the tone.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I was in, I sat with my family and my dad asked me if anything was wrong. I said no, even though I was nervous. I was confident Brody was the person I wanted to spend my life with, but I still only had known him a few days. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I got up and went to Brody just so I could be near him. I started introducing him to my friends and family. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got to my brother and his group of friends someone asked something about where we were going after the wedding. Someone answer "the bedroom" to which I just wanted to crawl under a rock! My c brother was standing across from me and I was getting married at the same place he was which meant I was going to sleep in the same bed he slept in after his wedding...awkward.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Brody made a joke about it and instead I became excited to get to be with him and only him the rest of my life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">After the dinner, I was brought by adrien to where I'd be staying. It was some house we owned that was nearby the castle. It was strange because adrien was staying at the house also. He drove me and another person (who sat shot gun and I took that back) to the house and parked in the field everyone was supposed to park in. When we went into the house he brought in an N64 and a rack of games to go with it. He set it up when we got inside and I just watched, never having realized he liked video games.</p>
<p dir="ltr">After I showered I realized I didn't have any lingerie. I didnt have time to have had a shower so I decided it would just have to be okay without it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I realized it was labor day weekend and I had no idea if anyone would be coming to my Sunday wedding. I checked my online rsvp account and it looked like I was right. People came the the dinner but wouldn't make the wedding. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter as long as Brody and I were married by the end of the day. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I realized we never talked about faith. I had no idea what he believed as far as the bible, Jesus and religion was concerned. I still couldn't picture myself with anyone else so I just hoped he loved jesus like I do. I loved him, somehow, after only a couple days.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-49773096555311271632014-08-28T07:24:00.001-07:002014-08-28T07:25:14.106-07:00Drowned car<p dir="ltr">I wanted to be alone, so when a friend asked if I wanted to play volleyball I declined. I decided there were errands I needed to do anyway.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I can't remember what the errands were but I know they were important. I remember thinking no one could know about them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, after I was done I went by the vball place to see if they were still playing. As I drove up my friend alex was walking away covered in sand. I stopped and talked to her for a bit. Turns out she was leaving because her husband was having a fit about something he didn't think she'd done right. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I saw like 20 people on the court and only a couple I knew so I decided not to get out and say hi. Instead I told alex to get in and I'd drive her to her car. She hopped in my huge f250 double cab truck.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I pointed out the irony that I was now driving the car she used to drive and she was driving a small car like I had driven, but she was focused on what her husband was texting her. It sounded like just a miscommunication to me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I drove to her car I, as I always have in dreams, was having problems with the pedals. It's like I didn't know which pedal did what. I was nervous because their were cops everywhere and I didn't want a ticket. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Finally I figured it out. Then there was a river we had to jump in order to get to her car's parking lot. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I wasn't going fast enough so we barely missed the connection. She yelled as we begun to miss and I panicked. We hit the water and both climbed out. I realized trying to hold the truck up and keep it from sinking would be impossible so I let it sink.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I started crying immediately. I looked at alex and just sobbed and said "another car! I can't believe I did this..AGAIN!" </p>
<p dir="ltr">A cop came up soon after and towed my truck out the small river. I tried to have hope that maybe it was totaled, until I opened the doors and water flowed out.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The thought of calling my mom to come get me instead was unimaginable so I opted to walk home somehow. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I woke up in a panic because I was cold. Somehow I had balled my comforter up into a ball and moved it to the top of my bed </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-10837157553614536672014-08-25T08:45:00.001-07:002014-08-25T08:45:33.320-07:00Bear attacks and creepy cabins<p dir="ltr">I was in Alaska preparing to come home.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was at nancy's who had already gotten her way to fairbanks. I was left to drive myself through the mountain pass that would.lead me there.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I left later than I intended and took a break around sunset to look at something in the woods. When I hiked up I saw a bear near another hiker and let him know.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then as I reached where I was going, I saw an iPad sitting in the grass and a cabin not 50 feet from me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I saw the bear charging me. It was just trotting at first but when I started to back away it proceeded to charge at me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I held up the iPad in some sort of defense and the bear started trying to rip it from me. The man who lived in the cabin and owned the iPad saw me and told me to give it to the bear. It was replaceable but I wasnt. So I threw the iPad away from me and ran into the house. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I barely made it. Once the bear realized the iPad wasn't me it came after me full speed. I barely shut the door and he was there. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was darkening now and I was looking forward to the twists and turns of the mountains and the possible moose and deer on the road. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The man knew nancy and said I should stay overnight in the cabin.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The cabin had no window coverings which made for a creepy feel. I appreciated the man for helping me and he didn't seem off. Just the cabin. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I decided to stay and drive tomorrow. Nancy wasn't flying into fairbanks any time soon so her car didn't sleep to be there today. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-73124491655456667482014-08-25T08:37:00.001-07:002014-08-25T08:37:15.042-07:00Sleeping with a friend<p dir="ltr">Chantal and I were hanging out. We decided to see if Austin would be around and wanted to join us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was and we all decided to go see a movie. For some reason everyone going to watch this movie was black except for us and a few other white people. I didnt think it was a movie that had anything to do with being black or history or whatever, so I didn't understand the demographics of it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As the previews were ending I felt sick and needing to use the restroom. I got there and had diarrhea. I couldn't get a clean wipe though no matter how many times I did it. It was very uncomfortable and I felt like you could smell me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I came out and Austin and chantal said the movie was horrible and they didn't wanna finish watching it. So I asked if we could go back to her apartment so I could use her flushable wipes.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Once we got there I didn't use the bathroom. Austin jumped in bed and apparently we were sharing it that night.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We were all ready to go to sleep but Austin and I started kissing (he now looked like Ashton Kutcher...and acted like). </p>
<p dir="ltr">He asked if I remembered the first time we had sex and I laughed and said yes. Then I kissed his nose and continued to kiss down. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He was saying we shouldn't because of chantal being next door but I couldn't resist. As I was about to cave and layed down on the pillows he started kissing down my stomach. I remembered I had used the wipes yet so I excused myself to "freshen" up, I guess.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I went to get up her family walked in or something. I was so annoyed because I knew that meant we wouldn't be left alone the rest of the night.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I couldn't even use the bathroom in privacy. Someone finally pointed out it was about 5 am and almost sunrise.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-27873626568682977102014-08-25T08:26:00.001-07:002014-08-25T08:26:29.767-07:00Another car<p dir="ltr">I don't remember where u was going but I was on my way somewhere.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I missed my turn the first time so I made the necessary turns to get back in the correct lane to turn. There was a slight median on my left and people coming straight on the other side of it. The light was about to change and I was getting ready to turn. As I made my left turn a truck that was trying to stop and failed bumped into my right front door. I was so annoyed. I just couldn't believe it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He said he was trying to stop and just slid. Then we were hit again. And again. When I thought it was over, someone came plowing through in the back and we all slid forward. I thought for sure we'd stop in a moment but suddenly we were under the overpass and not stopping. I pulled my e brake and spun slightly but we all stopped. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know how but my car seemed to have been ambushed again and I was sent sliding into the sand pit under the highway. We all got out our cars. The lady behind me was elderly to I tried to find her a bottle of water in my car.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I noticed I had forgotten the frozen meals my mom had bought me in my car and that were no longer any good. My mom showed up then with the little girl I was supposed to be babysitting that day. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My dad came too and I tried to believe another car of mine was not totaled.  The rear axel was broken, the hood was cracked, and I didn't know what the extent of the engine damage. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My mom told me I was a reckless driver and that's why this kept happening to me. I told her to fuck off because there was no way this was my fault and she could shut up about the frozen food because there's nothing to do about it now. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When I got home that evening my knee was hurting so badly I couldn't walk much. My dad wanted to take me to the hospital but I told myself it was just a pinched nerve and wouldn't be bad for long.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I cried finally. Hysterically. At the pain in my leg, at the loss of another car, at the situation wholly. I cried. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-28270452398069972772014-07-09T07:44:00.001-07:002014-07-09T07:44:58.762-07:00Seduce, parade, zoo<p dir="ltr">I had made the decision to seduce Adrien. It was an involved process but one that I had no doubt I could accomplish.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I planned my shaving and then picked out exactly what bra and pantie set I'd wear. I opted for a sexy black lace that wasn't all that supportive but cupped my boobs nicely and a simple black cotton pantie. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The day had come and I somehow ended up at LSU and knew he was working in an particular area. My friend darby was with me because she was a student in the science department. He didn't know Darby so sent her to ask him about an odd piece of glass. The glass looked like a toenail.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I tried to hide behind whatever I could,but there wasn't too much coverage. I wasn't ready to seduce him so I wanted to make sure to wait until I was "ready." </p>
<p dir="ltr">At one point he said something specific that I knew was meant for me and I knew he had seen me. I got up and said hello and all that jazz.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We all started to walk outside where this guy I had dated was waiting for me with a group of my other friends. We were going to a movie and then the zoo. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Before the movie there was a parade so we watched it. I saw the girl scout people and got really excited. I even was on their brochure advertising Alaska.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At some point Matt (the guy I dated) asked me if we were dating again. He was so awkward about it and I knew I didn't like him. (Why I never dated him in reality)</p>
<p dir="ltr">I told him we would talk about that later, especially because Adrien was there, which is also why Matt asked openly if we were dating. </p>
<p dir="ltr">At one point during the parade Adrien wanted to show me something about being childish. He then wrapped his arms around me, picked me up, and acted like he was going to body slam me onto the curb. He stopped right before I hit and gently put me down. I was in shock. I hate being lifted and I had no warning he was even that strong.</p>
<p dir="ltr">After the parade was ended we started for the zoo. I high five a little girl at the end of the parade and she lost her balance. She was fine but it was cute.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got there one of the people with us had this deadly butterfly with her. It had to be kept in a special container with sand on top of it or it would poison/eat other animals or hurt people. It was a fuzzy orange butterfly. Probably about 4 inches in width. I was afraid of it so I tried to keep my distance.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Adrien had wondered way ahead chumming it up with one of the guys. Matt lingered by me and I responded by trying to put space between us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Finally I asked where Adrien had gone. Someone told me he just went ahead,but I was paranoid he would just leave without telling anyone goodbye and I'd never get to seduce him. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then someone asked me to hold the butterfly. There was only a small amount of sand on the butterfly itself and the lid was night a tight fit.<br>
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I nervously tried to climb down the playground infrastructure with the butterfly so we could go to the next part of the zoo. I got stuckal and would need both hands to get unstuck. So I chanced it. I saw a little boy playing in the sand box and asked him to watch the butterfly for a moment.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I tossed the container and once it hit the lid popped off and some sand poured out. The butterfly did not move but I feared what would happen when it's shock wore off.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I struggled to become unstuck I saw the little boy start to read for the butterfly itself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I panicked and jump down to scoop up the butterfly right before the little boy got it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I couldn't get the lid back on and the sand wasn't staying on the butterfly, it kept falling to the bottom of the container though it was full. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I finally gave the container to Simone who had brought it to begin with. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was becoming night and we were now in a dining type area of the zoo.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I squatted down against a wall to rest and said "I was gonna shave tonight. Guess that's just not happening." I was sad about it too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The dream continues blurry. All I can recall is we ended up rescuing a girl that was kidnapped because she was royalty but she was forced to watch her captors (which I believe were ghosts) kill her family as they would her.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-7031975744749952762014-07-03T06:35:00.001-07:002014-07-03T06:35:23.038-07:00Retail and Realization<p dir="ltr">So adrien came and knocked on my door. It was the premier of frozen and his younger cousin was coming with us. It was also a special evening because it was the opening of his own retail shop. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When he got to my place he asked if I had any wine to bring to the opening. I said I had some Cabernet from last time. He said let's get a new bottle of something. So we got in his car, which I decided would be name Rusty because of it's rust colored paint.</p>
<p dir="ltr">On the way to the movie where we would meet his cousin, he leaned over and asked me something about the movie. I said, "Or we could make out like teenagers. ...Just kidding. I know you dont want to date."</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had told him, however, earlier that I was willingly to give him the space he needed since he was so introverted. He told.me that when I told him that it changed some things and he thinks he could date me. His father had offered him the same advice about space but I had already mentioned it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was totally okay with that decision, though still unhappy he lived 40min away. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We got out the car after some chaotic parking where we jumped a curbed because of traffic and because he didn't listen to my direction. We walked with his little cousin to the movie and got in line where these old couples were being complete jerks and cutting everyone in line openly and rudely.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got into the movie, it was set up more like a bedroom with a projector facing the wall. So Adrien and I sat down together and his cousin sat on the floor next to us. He leaned over and kissed me lightly. We watched the movie comfortably.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Afterwards we went for dessert and when I said something about living far away, his cousin in her innocence and not realizing it was a secret says,"Yea but when you do the retail thing you're going to buy a house here." </p>
<p dir="ltr">I looked at him as he blushed because it meant he was a little more serious about me than I had realized. I was shocked and excited but I dared not count all my chickens before they hatched. I was willing to just wait until it actually happened. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-53910478753452370982014-07-01T06:42:00.001-07:002014-07-01T06:42:03.030-07:00A Break Up, Bermuda, and Witches<p dir="ltr">We had just broken up and it was the first time we were at the same place at the same time again.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The group I was with was going into the Bermuda Triangle and you had to wear these specific blue gym shorts. He was passing them out when a guy I had dated (josh) came up to me after I asked if anyone wanted to play catch phrase. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Josh leaned over me and put his head over my shoulder so that we were cheek to cheek. I didn't move because I didn't think it would matter, plus I liked the closeness. I felt bad, though, because I thought Adrien would be watching and might be jealous and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Josh asked me to explain catch phrase to him, and as I did I became flustered and my cheeks gained color. We sat like that for a good while, flirting. I could feel his beard tickling my face the entire time and was all too aware of how amazing he smelled.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Everyone boarded but my legs wouldn't move. I couldn't go up the stairs onto the boat. So I went back down the stairs to where no one was. I ended up at Adrien's apartment some how.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When he was getting ready I was just waiting for him asking about a specific piece he had worked on. He said he had made it from copper but you could see straight through the cup and the other fancy parts inside. I asked him how much he'd be selling it for and he said "Ten." </p>
<p dir="ltr">When I asked for a more specific answer he said "Million." As in $10 million. I was flabbergasted. I tried to talk him into lowering it to $10,000 but he was pretty set on just keeping his amazing cup of perfection.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At one point I couldn't stand it any longer, I hugged him and he hugged me back, holding me for a while.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He got angry after. He said I was already flirting with guys again and we could never work out anyway. I think I tried to talk him out of being angry, but I froze up and couldn't say anything. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we went to leave I was suddenly in another house from a TV show called "Charmed." The 3 sister witches that lived there were gaurdjng themselves against the triangle. One was using an amulet and it made her see this small demon creature that was following her causing destruction.</p>
<p dir="ltr">They helped me with something, but I dont remember what.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I was back with Adrien, we were in the downstairs area of his apartment. It was a long hallway where lots of bathrooms and showers were. He went into a bathroom and I followed, But not so that he'd notice right away.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When he came out I was topless fixing my hair in the mirror. No one else was really around so I just rocked it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When he came out I just looked at him and smiled and walked to the front. I bent over and tried to calmly and smoothly collect my stuff, but I fumbled it and started to get nervous. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then in my anxiety thinking someone else might see me topless, I woke up.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-80420202206284605402014-06-25T16:02:00.001-07:002014-06-25T16:02:38.898-07:00An Alternate Ending- The Rain<p dir="ltr">((Not a dream just because of the rain.))</p>
<p dir="ltr">She prayed for the rain. She knew what it would mean. She looked at him as he finished the piece he was stooped over, hunger in her golden-brown eyes. When he noticed her watching him, he grinned. She grabbed his hand and said, “Do you wanna play a game?”<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">He said he’d love to play a game, so she took his hand in hers and towed him outside. The rain fell in sheets around the courtyard. She looked back at him and tried to tow him into the water as it fell to the ground creating giant puddles. He stopped under the archway thinking, “She can’t be serious….” He watched her for a moment, then her laugh drew him from under the eaves and he followed her into the downpour.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">She twirled and water droplets flew from her hair to the ground to add to the puddles.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">He grinned as she looked at him and shook her hair at him like a dog. He could resist it no more. He took two long strides and was there. He caught her mid twirl and kissed her. Long and deep, they kissed.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Their lips melted together. She forgot the rain and reached up with her arms to hug his neck as he grabbed her around the waist.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">The rain made everything more intense. The kiss became sloppier and the clothes clung tightly to their bodies as if it were a second skin.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">When they finally pulled apart, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. The flowers on the crepe myrtle trees had spilled onto the ground from the surrounding trees. White and pink wilted flowers littered the court yard. The sun came from behind the clouds and the puddles reflected the skies.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">They gazed at each other a moment or more, who could say?<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">She laughed and the spell was broken. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-9655800316090133142014-06-23T06:26:00.001-07:002014-06-23T06:26:53.375-07:00A Love Affair from Soccer, Shaving, and Vikings<p dir="ltr">(I can't remember the beginning so we're starting on in the middle)</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was playing in the soccer field with a little boy. I was trying to show him some great soccer moves, but I wasnt that great anymore. He bested me each time. The grass came up to my waist so I tried to blame it on that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then a goalie coach who looked like George Lopez but I associated to be a man i <u>had</u> feelings for showed up on the field. </p>
<p dir="ltr">He told me how I needed to be more intense if I was going to be a great goalie. I told him I had the experience and was once the best goalie in my league.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He recalled that once he had coached against my team or something and he remembered how my team was no good, but then he pointed at me and told me how I saved them from an utter close out. That I was everywhere, from what he remembered. I remembered the game too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then he said we'd have a shoot out. If he could get the ball past me, he would win but if I stopped it, I won. We.didn't have set terms but it was a very flirtatious thing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I did my normal routine before a penalty kick, I jogged from pole to pole, touched each, then ended in the middle to jump up and hit the cross bar. I started rough talking to try and freak him out, but then he threw the ball into the corner and the net. I had no way to get to it, but he <i>threw</i> it. He didn't kick it so I pitched a fit. To where he ended up becoming more flirtatious and started saying something about Thursday. "Come Thursday, you'll see. I'll make you mine."</p>
<p dir="ltr">I didn't know what to ask about Thursday so I just let it hang in the air. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Somehow, through our flirtation, I ended up pinned on the ground with him smiling down at me. Some girls from the team he coached were there and they didn't think anything of it,as young as they were. I tried to chat with the girls a bit. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As I was on the ground, I remembered the last time I had seen him, I had unshaven legs. I had recently shaven them so I stuck one in the air and said "see! I shave, but it grows back quickly so it feels prickly." The girls giggled and he felt my leg and gestured to my nether regions and said, "I'm not so worried about them as I want <i>this</i><i> </i>taken care of for thursday." In my mind I wanted to tell him I wasnt going to sleep with him because that's the only thing I could think he wanted that taken care of for, but I couldn't. I was too afraid that if I said that he wouldn't like me anymore and I'd never find out what was to come thursday.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I just blushed and squirmed, trying to unpin myself. Then he leaned over and said something like "let's see how long you let me kiss you" then he pressed his lips to mine. They were wet. It was a nice kiss. Slightly open-mouthed but even as my body wanted to make out with him, I wasnt ready for that step in our relationship. I was sure I was ready for him to kiss me either.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He stayed like that but I couldn't pull away to say I was done because the ground was my pillow and my head couldn't pull back. So I just let my lips become motionless hoping he'd recognize my stopping. He didn't.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thursday came and we were in this viking-type village. I was lame and in a wheelchair. There were lots of injuries considering we were just in a war. I think I was mauled by a bear. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When he wanted me in the council room where the village meeting would be held, I had no choice but to go. I knew my father had been trying to marry me off but I didn't want to marry this man now, if ever. But he became a very strong part of the group. He went up and said so much as to make the people fear him and respect him. He was saying something about my being lame, but then I was a mermaid with a yellow tail and I could swim through the air. I had scrolls in my hand that said things that could usurp this man trying to wed and bed me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He noticed them given to me by a friend sitting with me, but I tried to play it off. Eventually he lost interest and continued his speech or whatever it was.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-24882421446437136222014-06-11T10:00:00.001-07:002014-06-11T10:00:43.225-07:00Graduation Chaos and A Romantic ComedyI was at my graduation. It was strange because it was very unorganized. We hadn't practiced at all and my some friends from high school were also there.<br />
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The staff started rolling some pictures of our class from the past few years. When the picture of me came up, they said,"And everyone can stop trying to take Maggie out on a date or confessing their feelings for her."<br />
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My mom was sitting next to me and asked if that was true and that a lot of guys asked me out. I just kind of ignored her questioned because I was embarrassed.<br />
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Then a guy I knew named Albert leaned over and said he wasn't done and would need to talk to me later.<br />
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When we were done, though none of us actually walked across the stage, we went to do a slip-n-slide. It was long and throughout the entire field. We could slip-n-slide over and through ditches and the such.<br />
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Then a guy I knew liked me, came up to me and put his arm around me. I wasn't attracted to him and he just told me that he knew I didn't like him so he would back off. Immediately after he said that another friend came up to tell me his feelings for me. It was an awkward thing so I just went into the tent where the reception was taking place and got lunch as he was talking to me.<br />
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My dream transferred to where I was a teacher in some random school.<br />
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There was another teacher that I was attracted to, but he was kind of known as a jerk so I kept my distance.<br />
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I was in my room setting something up and was about to take a shower. (Yes, I was going to take a shower at the school.) I had my towel on when the other guy teacher came into the room. I asked him what I could help him with and he just ignored the question and acted all cocky walking through my room looking for whatever he needed.<br />
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Then there was this perfect pink flower from a Japanese Camellia tree that I had on my desk. I had picked it and it had some special meaning to me. He proceeded to pick it up and look at it. I asked for him to put it down, but he refused asking what it was a big deal.<br />
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I got up from my desk to try and get it from him. That's when I noticed he didn't have a shirt on and may have been heading to the showers as well. I continued toward him until we were by the window and he leaned out the window a bit with the flower acting like he was going to drop it. I leaned over him to try and grab the flower. My towel opened in the back, but I wasn't worried because no one was at the school that I knew of. He laughed, and I told him not to look. Then I lunged for the flower, and he dropped it. I was so upset! It fell to the parking lot below and looked like it might start to wither soon. I was so beyond upset.<br />
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Then it hit me, my towel had fallen off and I was laying on top of this man with his shirt off and just a towel between us. I didn't know what to do. So as we discussed how to try and conserve my modesty, because I didn't trust him not to look, my mom's friends from the school walk in and see us. They "Ahem" at us and I jump up. I had been full mooning them in my attempt to grab my flower before it fell to the concrete below.<br />
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There was no good explanation, and my mom's friends just laughed at me and he smirked.<br />
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I walked out of the room with my towel wrapped around me towards the showers in whatever dignity I had left.<br />
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Later, after I was out of the shower in a robe of some sort, I sat on a couch with friends and family. The guy from the flower incident, walks in and sits next to me on the couch and shares the blanket I am using.<br />
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He puts his hand on my leg, not seductively, but just as if we were dating or something. I didn't say anything, but then I heard him talking to some of my friends/family and he said that he wanted to really date me. That he would do it right and would forget about the incident from earlier and he would respect me.<br />
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Later that day, I had taken my students on a little field trip around the school, I saw the flower in the parking lot and realized I had totally forgotten it. I made the decision to just leave it there and see if one of the kids would pick it up to keep it. One girl saw it and said how pretty it was, but mostly they all just left it there.<br />
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After school was done, we were back in that room where my friends and family were for a while. He was there again and the same thing happened. He again reassured me and everyone else that he wanted to date. me. It was nice and I felt safe.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-59171650278556475902014-06-08T19:43:00.001-07:002014-06-08T19:43:40.875-07:00A Christian Conference Reveals a Demon GuyI was at a conference similar to the Passion Conference that I've been to before, but it was smaller and this was the first time the conference was being held.<br />
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The group I had gone with was staying with the reigning pastors of the conference at their home.<br />
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They had decided that we would have a worship night before the conference started with just our little group. As we began to worship, I was not into it. I had rather we enjoy the night just getting to know each other and the people we were staying with and the group, as I was knew to it.<br />
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Immediately our hosts exchanged glances during worship and went to pray for various people. A girl broke down into tears as they prayed for her. A guy walked away from them instead of receiving the prayer offered him. I thought they would come to me, but they went to another guy in our group. He refused any prayer. He got angry about the whole situation and worship night.<br />
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I thought it was weird, but I didn't say anything because I was in a bad mood as well.<br />
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The next day we were getting ready for the conference, but I was trying to figure out a way to not go because I was extremely tired. I decided I would try to take a shower while everyone else went to the conference. I told them I would meet them there. As I started getting my stuff together, the guy that refused any prayer angrily came into the room. He wanted to turn the lights out so he could be more comfortable. I argued with him saying that I needed the lights on so that I could get my shower stuff together. Somehow he made the lights start to go out. Just one bulb at a time, the lights were going out. It kind of freaked me out, but he said it was just a coincidence.<br />
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Then we started arguing about some spiritual thing. He was saying something along the lines of he wasn't good enough for God's love. I decided I was going to encourage this kid to no end until he understood that God loved him no matter what.<br />
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As I looked over at him, the light shifted off of him. He immediately became what I took to be a demon.<br />
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His eyes were pure white staring at me without any facial features to speak of. He was pure black. No light, just a silhouette with an evil presence. I thought to myself that I couldn't let it know that I knew what it actually was, but I wasn't entirely sure if it was actually a demon or if was actually a guy just possessed.<br />
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When the light swung back in his direction, I just encouraged and told him how great of a guy he was and what not. I felt like I was lying to him, but I just wanted to be safe.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-63251023053737255092014-05-29T09:56:00.001-07:002014-05-29T09:56:34.751-07:00Tornado<p dir="ltr">We were in a valley. I think it was about 6 of us. The news had broadcasted that there would be tornados within the hour and we needed to take shelter.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We were traveling and didn't know where to go. We were in a van. It looked like a white 15 passenger on the outside but a minivan on the inside. The boys I was with kept jumping out to go "see about things." They weren't more than like 14. I worried about them every time they left the van. I kept thinking the storm was so close. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When eventually we did see the funnels beginning, we all tried to hide under the car. The boys wanted to watch it. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-89930189832920252882014-05-28T09:13:00.001-07:002014-05-28T09:13:31.855-07:00BBQ, Kardashians, and Demonic Creatures<p dir="ltr">We were at a BBQ, my family and I. It was a camping trip of sorts but we had my old pastor's kids with us. I wasnt responsible for them necessarily but I played with them all the same.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Before I got to the house/camp area I had been out running errands. When I got back I was tired and ready to shower. I saw everyone had just eaten and wanted go give my sister(that happened to resemble Hayden patentiere sp?) a break from the kids so she could shower. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We had an oven that came out from the wall. So I pulled it out and decided to play a game with the kids. There was some tomato sauce already in the oven so I said we should make a soup. A "haven" soup (the youngest girl). I picked her up and put her in the oven. The other kids helped me make a "soup" by putting odd things that were leftover in the oven with haven. When my sister was done showering, we were "done" with the soup.they were covered in different things so we laid out pjs and got them all bathed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">One the boys was my cousin and saw my "aunt" whom he had a "crush" on. As a four year old all he knew to do was give a flower if he found her pretty. So he gave her and my mom carnations. They wore them in their hair.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When everything was taken care of, everyone slept.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The next day my sister, mom and I went to this shopping area. Mostly we ended up in bathing suits and swam sort of. My mom's friend and I ended up in this pool with old men and played water ping pong of sorts. But I was tired from working out and there was a current in the pool so it was hard for me to hold on to the ping pong. At some point we took off our tops thinking we'd be changing soon. When we didn't a man came to us and said this was not A topless pool though we both wouldn't bother anyone if it was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We got out of the pool and I tried to dry off but my towel was damp. My sister hadn't gotten in and my mom had long since gotten out and showered and dressed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Next to the pool was a shop of jade. Everything was made from jade that was sold. I realized that the Kardashian sisters were in there (kourtney and Kim and their mom). I got so excited then terrified that they would see me in my bathing suit dripping wet. I knew we wouldnt be allowed inside looking like I did. But then my sister, who was dressed decently nice, went in not knowing anything about the kardashians. Kourtney was helping Kim pick out something for a friend. They eyed this camel that had fringes of jade over its hump. I walked in then and the shop keeper was appalled to see me dripping wet in her store. I quickly told he'd I was with my sister and mom and we were thinking of buying something. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I started talking to kourtney who didn't pay me much mind. My sister talked to Kim and shared medical advice and what not. My sister was invited with them to go on the ski lift to sight see. I tried to squeeze in it too but ended up with some strange people. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I jealously watched my sister interact with Kim. I loved the kardashians and had missed my opportunity because I had gone swimming.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I saw these guys that had decided to snowboard on what little snow there was. They were dare devils and jumped off the lift to float down the fifty something feet where a small patch of snow awaited. Somehow I watched them drift down and was on the ground also and part of another group. </p>
<p dir="ltr">At some point I was with them and with a snowboard attached. I was afraid because I didn't snowboard well. Once I fell uphill and had trouble climbing up it. One of the guys offered a hand which I first refused, then I took it and he helped me over the small hill. I thought if I took his hand for help he'd make fun of me for needing it. I thought I had to impress them somehow and get up on my own, but once he helped me no one made any comments on how I couldn't do it on my own.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later, we were without boards. We were walking along a little trail when someone pointed out a red cardinal's head stuck on a stick right in front of me. I stepped back somewhat horrified. When I did I tripped on a board which moved a rock that released this strange animal that looked like an evil chinchilla that was bred to be bigger. It was the size of a small dog with large ears, long nose, and long whiskers. It didn't come running at anyone but we all backed away. It ended up biting me just barely on my leg and another guy too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Someone said how genius and bad it was that someone had set this bird head just there so that someone would see it, stumble, and release this weird animal. It went back into its den after biting us and sort of disappeared.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I kept.thinking how I'd need rabies shots now and we needed to tell the ranger of this odd demonic creature.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later that night I know a man stalked me. He wore yellow and had a yellow tinted skin. He was everywhere I was and trying to steal me. I was unafraid but my friends began to notice. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I woke up with his face engraved in my mind.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-72074184276324578462014-05-27T08:55:00.001-07:002014-05-27T08:55:51.418-07:00You belong in Tyrosh<p dir="ltr">I woke up in my bedroom at my grandmother's. I was a princess and in a special room. Since my stay would be for more than a few days, my grandmother insisted all lightbulbs that were burnt out must be replaced. I had a stalker and he took out lightbulbs often to try and darken areas where security cameras would be. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Before the ones in my room could be replaced (which would be the next day) I opened my curtains that day and made sure to close them that night. But to no avail because once everyone was out of my room, he was there. A round man with a bald head and almost no defined neck. He wore a reddish robe of sorts. He wanted to be royal, but he wasnt and he wanted to take me back to tyrosh (game of thrones reference).</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wasnt standing in a lightbulb area excitedly. Only a lamp was on in my bedroom. I tried to figure out how to get to the lightest part of my room without him knowing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I heard my doorknob begin to turn, and when I looked back to watch my visitor enter, my stalker had disappeared. It was my grandmother and she chastised me for having my window open (it wasn't but I assume that's how my stalker escaped). I chose not to tell her he had been in my room. I wanted to stay for whatever ceremonies I was there for and I didnt want a guard posted inside my room either.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The next evening I walked with friends through the streets of downtown. I noticed all of the lights out and the ones being fixed. It was signs of his presence here.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I could constantly hear his whispers about taking me to tyrosh. That I <i>would</i> go with him. He would make me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The next day we went to the hotel where the ceremonies for whatever were being held. I was in a group of girls that shared a room in the hotel. We relaxed and watched movies the night before. I owned that specific room but no one was aware. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we left, I met with a family downstairs I had known a long time. There was a lot of drama that took place but it's blurry and I can't remember it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">After the drama the younger sin and I got into the elevator to go to the 10th floor for the ceremonies. He was dressed in costume as a royal from Shakespearean time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got into the elevator and I pressed the button for ten, he realized he forgot something down two doors or so in the hall. He ran to get it but as he came back the doors were closing and I couldn't keep them open even with the "open" button. He looked at me sad because we both heard my stalker's voice in the elevator as it closed. He would take me to the tenth floor and kidnap me from there. I pushed other floors trying to stop but he had overridden the elevator and I would go only to the tenth floor.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I reached it there was a pent house of sorts. You could walk into a small lobby near the elevator but then to continue you walked into a garden on the roof terrace. When I walked out he was at the end of the garden. I tried to go back into the lobby and try the elevator again, but the doors had locked.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I walked to him and looked over the side as he did. He told me how tyrosh was where I was meant to be. I would love it there. And if I didn't go he would kill me and himself today by throwing us off the tenth floor. He wasnt sure he wanted to kill me that way, though. He didn't want me mangled. But he wanted it dramatic if I chose to stay. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I could see my friend down below. The one that never made it on the elevator. And a guy I had a crush on. He would have saved me if he had known I was here. I couldn't scream. I wouldn't. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I knew I had to either fight or make a choice.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-70053050279057284992014-05-09T08:47:00.001-07:002014-05-09T08:47:08.743-07:00Cello, prison pageant, boys<p dir="ltr">I was part of this group that was staying in a hotel by the beach. It was all girls and the leader didn't like me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We were told we had to clean this room in the hotel near our rooms, but in order to do so we would have to remove the furniture from the room and then put it back in better arrangements. There were two types of chairs. One set were plush chairs you might find in a church. The other chairs were fold up but "nice" black and red fold ups.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I got there before everyone feeling like I might get in trouble for leaving the group. So I started moving the chairs systematically. When the rest of the group got there everyone said to move the chairs from the room in obnoxious ways that wouldn't work well at all. The leader decided to try what everyone was saying at once and that didn't work very well. Everyone stopped listening to me so I went to the other small room we needed to clean. This was the children's area so me and a few kids started cleaning that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We didn't clean it so much as reorganized the room to make it look neat. In my head I wasnt sure if we were supposed to clean or just tidy, at least that's what I told myself. We finished tidying and they finished the other room and the convenience store that was on the floor we were at too, where I saw them sweeping and assumed we should have cleaned but said nothing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then it was time to get ready for this big show thing. I dont know why we were asked to go, but I was also asked to bring my cello. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The show was of prisoners that would be in for life. Almost done in fashion show form where the announcer would group them together by "and this group is 1-5 years down. Here's (name) who is just finishing his first year." </p>
<p dir="ltr">After we got ready--which we were required to wear heels-- I started down towards the arena. On my way the desk clerk stopped me and said packages had come for me. I had ordered 23 Herbalife drinks for me and the other girls I was with to try. They were like sodas but healthy for you. I told the clerk I couldn't bring them up to our fourth floor room right now but I would be down.to get them later.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I the arena we walked around and ppl looked at me and my cello. It was taller than me even with heels on and playing it proved difficult in heels and without my bow. I plucked something and it sounded off and a gentleman in the audience said "oh I heard that! It was offkey!" I was worried someone would realize I had no clue how to play. I hoped if necessary the Lord would intervene and help me play somehow. Throughout the night I would pluck what sounded like chords and people liked it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Afterwards I began to walk out the arena around the stadium and a woman followed me. When I sat in an available booth she sat too and began to talk to me. She had the same feelings about us being in the arena...that it was strange and the whole pageantry of the inmates was odd. She was some famous woman actress that was invited for press purposes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then the booth behind us started talking about my cello. I told them I really didn't know what I was doing especially without a bow. Thats when I realized the strings were coming undone. Like I had plucked too much and they were no longer taunt. I decided I needed new string when I got home and would invest in lessons as well.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I went back to the room I grabbed my boxes of drinks and went to get in the elevator. As the doors began to close a man got in with me. He caressed my waist as he brushed past me. I thought it'd be nice to have someone on this old elevator with me if it broke. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But he saw I only need to go go the 4th floor and he said "sorry sweetie. Only 56 flights! I'll climb." Off he went.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I knew I only had two floors to go up but the boxes were very heavy. The elevator wasnt moving. I realized there was a hatch that I could squeeze my boxes thought and have on the 4th floor while I took the stairs. So I pushed my boxes up to the 4th floor and brought them to the room after. </p>
<p dir="ltr">There was a boy I met in the hall that for some reason I wanted to give me attention. I wasnt attracted to him but wanted to seduce him. The idea of being with him repulsed me but I couldn't shake the desire to make him want me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then we were down in front if the hotel looking at the water. It was (from left to right) the boys dad, my dad, me, and the boy. We laid down bear the wall of the hotel and watched a storm begin to roll in. I saw a peacock strolling by and nudged the boy and to see it. He didn't care. I wanted to scare the bird to make its feathers extend but I was too worried about what the boy would think. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The storm progressed and became loud. The thunder was crashing and rolling as people ran from the water and off the beach. I asked if it meant we should probably go in too which the dads decided we definitely should. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The last thing before I woke up was I was driving across a bridge in the storm to the heart of whatever city we were in. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-45406635087067026362014-05-08T08:40:00.001-07:002014-05-08T08:40:43.054-07:00Egyptian Wedding<p dir="ltr">I was kidnapped.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Some man that I think was Egyptian mafia took me and my friend whos name was Travis. I dont know if I met Travis because of the kinapping or if we were kidnapped together as friends. As we drove down the road i knew it to be true that this man was my grandfather. We were going to our wedding ceremony miles and miles away. He was one of those men that took his son's daughters and sisters as wives. He was taking me to the island where he kept his other wives. He showed me videos and pictures and it was a beautiful resort. But I did not want to go. I didn't want to marry him. I wanted to escape.</p>
<p dir="ltr">In the limo-like car we rode in were two other body guards. One was my cousin (real-life cousin). Travis and I tried to communicate a plan of escape, but though I had my phone I couldn't use it in front of these men. My phone was also beginning to die so I knew I'd have to act fast. We finally pulled into someone's driveway because rest stops were too dangerous. We might be seen or I could ask for help. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We all got out and went inside for refreshments. My cousin was told to watch me. I was so saddened that he would leave me in this situation. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I saw my opportunity when he took his sneakers off and I bolted. I ran for the door and even as I did I heard my cousin say "you can't get away. You know we'll find you and bring you back!" </p>
<p dir="ltr">I ran out the door and knew if I just ran straight he'd catch me. If I his behind a building, he'd predict my move and find me. The first apartments I ran by had a door open and a woman inside. I asked if I could use her phone because I was in trouble. She ushered me in and we closed the door. Not 2minutes later my cousin ran past calling for me. He took the alleyway that came right after the apartment I hid in. I was so glad he did what I thought he would. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was scared he would bust down the doors but time went by and no one found me. I heard their angry voices looking for me because I was still less than a block from my captors. Travis was with them and I realized he wasn't my friend. He was helping them. Acting like he escaped too hoping to lure me out.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Months past and I became part of the family I hid with. We decided to take a road trip in a big rv. As we were on the road I saw another large rv. It was cruise ship style with pools on the top. It looked so familiar.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I saw travis. I knew I was about to be found because the RVs were transparent. I couldn't hide, only wait for the other rv to pass and hope they didn't see me. I stared straight ahead as we approached an exit for a truck stop. Suddenly, the man that was my grandfather and betrothed was looking at me. He saw me and laughed. He told me I'd never escape him.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I didn't believe him. I was in another car he'd have to follow us so far. Then they cut in front of us and went to the same truck stop. I cried knowing I had lost.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When we got to the wedding site, things shifted. I no longer was going to marry him but another girl who was his daughter by his son's wife. He said the sons that left him where pharohs and would not share their wives. I knew those sons just saw how wrong this man was and how sick this practice is.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Three friends and I watched and chanted that she should not wed him. We said "free (whatever her name was)" over and over. He became irritated but continued anyway. She began to cry as she realized her true fate at the alter.</p>
<p dir="ltr">News crews were there and people both that supported him and hated him. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I woke <u>up</u></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01771760595767934258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047173028503971461.post-56559166507967012702014-04-02T08:02:00.001-07:002014-04-02T08:02:34.235-07:00Protesting and dancing<p dir="ltr">Chantal and I were at an event to protest some animal cruelty thing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I grabbed my picket i was trying to feel excited because I'm not generally excited about group things.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We got to the parade route where we would protest the man that was being cruel or something. A large portion of the group went to a different spot but I decided to stay where I was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As we were waiting for the parade to roll by us, an attractive black guy started talking to me. Another black woman started talking to me too. I don't remember what was being said but she had a threatening air to her. I wasn't afraid, but the guy whispered to me that she was a leader in what was essentially the black/Asian/oriental/hispanic kkk. I told him I wasn't too worried because ideas charming and I think she liked me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As the parade started the scene became more of a bar scene with the duplex being a two story building made of wood near a beach. There were little shops everywhere and across the street there were other hinges too. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The parade was full of oddities like extremely long legged horses and bulls that did "the worm" in rhythm to the music. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The guy I had been talking to grabbed me and we started dancing swing style. I had no idea what I was doing but I somehow let him lead me and we did a fun dance. When I pulled back he was now an attractive white guy named Richard.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then another guy part of our group that had been created got up and he was the famous Simon Peelé (no this is not a "real world" singer that I know of). As he began to sing, richard went and started swinging Chantal around. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was nearing the end of the parade and the day was getting dark. At the end of their dance richard pulled Chantal's dress up to do a little shimmy number but you could see her butt. At one point he pulled it up and made her dip forward. Everyone was just like "wow". The girl near me who was a bitch made obscene remarks to which I rebutted. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The crowd dispersed a bit and I was relaxing on a couch falling asleep with some milk. I was so excited because I haven't had milk in a while.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The bitchy girl was next to me and was making fun of me for drinking milk. It spilled because of a large guy that was a little more than incompetent. I wasn't angry at him but had sympathy. She laughed loudly at him but he brought me more. I thanked him and she shut up knowing she just made fun of a really sweet guy and she would never be treated that way because she was a bitch.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I went to find chantal. She was in a back room with our friend Emily and richard and Simon. She liked Richard and was trying to find ways to stay the night because it was over an hour bsck to her apartment. My parents house was near so I said she could stay there. She disputed that she'd be allergic to the cat fur in the house. But Sandy(my cat) was supposed to be in br. She could have an entire room because no one was home. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I saw Sandy at the house we were at and I couldn't figure out how she was here.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I woke up trying to recall her being in my car when I came to Metairie. </p>
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