Author: Cee

It started off with my going to multiple fast food resteraunts and getting lots of food. McDonalds, however, had nothing for me. It reminded me very much of the bus ride from Albuqueque to Flaggie. The last place we went was Dunkin Donuts, where I got a Boston Creme and Choco Glaze, hoping I could stomache them after all the other food I had had.

I was then in a VIP area of an opera house, it was dark, and there was a plate next to me of donuts which I was told were free for me. I screamed loudly in joy and quickly ate two Boston Cremes, they felt day old. I was actually the composer for whatever was going on here, and I was the cartoon dog composer.

Next, I was a female Martial Artist in a place similar to the broken down and flaming level with the Flamethrower Nazis in Wolfenstein. Using various weapons like monkey wrenches (from a Late Night sketch), sweeping grenades away with sponge brushes (from seinfeld and sculpture class), knives, I think bird calling squeeky things for some reason, and removable claw hands from previously mentioned movie. I was fighting my way down to the basement, and fighting a man who had taken me on a date. We met in a construction area and began fighting. I made it down to the basement, everything was coloured gold and it was a large area. I woke up before beating the man I had been fighting, he was threatening that I’d be fighting someone much stronger the moment he went down.

This is from a nap I fortunately was just woken out of by the phone ringing.

I was staying at what I think was supposed to be my grandparents house, and it was focused primarily in the bathroom. Basically it was just clips of my using the toilet for #2 several times. At one point I came in and there was toilet paper on the seat, and a dead wasp on the paper. I threw both into the toilet and flushed it. I was barefoot, and noticed that the floor was wet underneath the toilet. It was dripping slowly, apparently overnight. I got up to try another toilet and was splashed in the face by water shooting out of the shower drain.

I turned the sink on to see if it was a problem too, and the toilet filled up with disgusting coloured water, and shit. I started feeling sick from having this water on my face and feet, and freaking out not knowing what to do to clean myself. I only tried to wake Peter for some reason, who was unresponsive. Ugh, I’m glad thats over.

I was watching an HBO sow in my dads room, and it eventually turned into Evans room. We hung out and talked with each other for awhile. I told him how happy I was to hear that he was able to walk when he was in water. Then Justin came in and was generally annoying, and distracting me from Evan. After awhile we ended up in a half-assed fist fight, I kept punching him with little energy or meaning, hoping Jo wouldn’t get too upset at me.

I came back at a later time with Tym to see if Jo wanted to go to Joe’s, and I told Justin to back off or I’d really make him my bitch. He walked over to me much more seriously intending to hurt me, and clocked him with an Armada assuming his being on the ground with his jaw open was the end of it. He got back up and I continued kicking him in various other ways. After that, I swam in his pool with Evan for a short while, then went inside with Tym and watched TV. There were alot of people in the room that I didn’t know. My dream then changed into my being able to throw spoons as a super power.

I carried 3 spoons with me, I was walking around NY to do various things, minding my own buisness. I walked through an area and was surrounded by afew guys. I pulled out my spoons (they were purple & silver in a camo pattern) and began just hitting them with them. Shortly after, I began throwing the spoons. When I threw them, they took on a strange shape sortof like a jagged blade. I killed all the guys and was grabbing my stuff when a jagged edged knife came around the corner. I tried hitting it with my spoon and it did nothing.

The guy had a bald head, and wasn’t even holding the knife. He explained that unlike magicians, the way to make something float like that was to balance it on nothing. As he began to advance on me, I asked if he’d mind giving me a chance to try making my spoons float. He did, but I couldn’t do it. I then threw a spoon at him, and it went flying in another direction. I threw another at him, and heard it stick into him while he was floating. I took the opportunity and ran.

I got in my car with what was my brother in my dream, explained what had happened, and then got a call on a cell phone. The guy with the knife said it wasn’t that easy to get away from him, and gave the hint that he was from NASA. A helicopter above us began firing missiles at our car as we swerved on a bridged highway. Shortly after, a tank that was driving behind us hovered up over us with a constant stream of fire shooting at us. When we drove up close to the flame, our car turned invisible, and we shot the tank down with a pistol, and drove off the bridge under the flame and into the ocean. We figured we’d have escaped everyone by using this trick, and swam home.

My brother thought this was fun and cool, and I tried explaining how he had no special powers, and he wasn’t the one that was sought after to be killed.

I hid in my bathroom when I heard our front door slam open and the man yelling, and grabbed a shard of plastic from the garbage. Shortly after he broke through the bathroom door aswell, but I woke up.

I know other stuff happened, but all I remember is that Jo gave me a haircut that I liked. In the cafe at school, Bill came over and grabbed some salt or napkins or something, and I said hi to him, he didn’t recongnize me. Once I pointed it out, he was all “Your hair is……cut…and you have shinier ears.”

I was at a party that Tym brought me to. It was an outdoor thing, in what felt like a small shopping villiage. It was late and raining a bit. There was a lot of talk about some movie, because it was a vampire flick, and everyone was really into those. I knew nobody there, even the people I went with.

I had a drink in my hand, something non-alcoholic.. I wasn’t thirsty though. I kept sortof, pointing, with the glass and having it spill out as we talked and walked.

After awhile, tym and the people that came with us sat at a table, so he could introduce them to me. We got sidetracked and started looking at a list of movies to watch.