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[misters]

i was in bhs, and for whatever reason i had been the mastermind behind a trojan horse type thing. idk where or what it was but it was there...the leader of the opposing team (I was undercover on their side) had been killed or something so we had to choose a new one and everyone split into teams that had each person in the senior class as a leader...idr who i was with but i was not with grace, who was a senior, and i remember ali was in my group too. we were making posters but me and this other girl in my group were just sitting away from everyone else and not participating...and then other stuff happened that i don't remember...at one point i was walking out of the cafeteria thinking about wg's appearance on wendy williams lol (and now nobody is stuck in my head)...the key part of the plan was that there was like this dumpster of wood that i had to chop up for some reason and i was really nervous about it so i went back multiple times...at one point i noticed that there was a heart and (something else, a bone or a piece of wood or something?) dangling from one of the branches and guessed it was grace's because she was the new leader...i didnt know what to do at first but i ended up chopping it and throwing it into the dumpster with everything else...and i woke up just as i was trying to figure out how to tell them not to kill me along with everyone else.

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[evil-gummiworm.livejournal.com]

I had a dream that I was in a conference room, trying to convince everyone that my great plan for world domination would work, only I never got any of it out because England kept talking over me. The only other audience was about three dozen identical black-suited somethings wearing kabuki masks. They didn't say anything, just made a constant sound like the wind in dry reeds. I got really mad that I couldn't say anything, so I pushed England over onto the table and he went really limp and blood pooled around his head, but he kept breathing normally. "You killed me," he says, and then we're in hell (and changing tense apparently), which is either really dark and quiet or really ...idk, loud or something, but like an Iron Maiden poster. And Michael Jackson's disembodied voice is trying to convince me of something, and I just can't understand it, whatever it is. And I'm at a party, trying to tell Charles that I know how to play Mushi on the guitar, even though I know I don't. England is facedown in the punch, which I tell everyone is fine, because it's non-alcoholic, unless blood and kool-aid make alcohol. No one seems quite as okay with this as I am. And then I'm back in the conference room, and there's blood on the table, but now it's just me and the kabuki-people, and all I can hear is the wind, and I think, "I really have to pee."
:| I guess what I'm trying to say is 'yeah, I get the weird dream thing.' At least yours made some sense.

[misters.livejournal.com]

your dreams are always fantastically entertaining. mine are just stupid :[