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right?
Anyhow, I had this really strange dream the other night. Apparantly, I was attending a super elite music school. I think our school was on top of a mountain, but whatever, I know the teachers were very strict, except for one, my dad. So anyways, it seems that I was in the class of the strictest teacher on earth. I swear, if she heard one sharp, she'd kill you with her super eyebeam glares of doom. There's a blank here, but the next part I remember was crouching behind the classroom door with my friend. I think I knew this guy in real life, but try as I might, I can't seem to remember his face. He was a skinny asian boy about my height with frizzy hair though. We were hiding behind the door because we had arrived at school late, and the teacher punished any late student by maiming them. So there we were, straining our ears to hear the lecture the teacher was giving on the other side and taking notes like the nice little children we were, until the teacher stopped talking, and faced the door. I don't know how she knew that we were behind it, or how I knew that she turned, but the only thing separating us from the deranged woman suddenly had a huge hole in it. There's another blank here, but I know that the energy from her attack melted the marble statue of the prniciple behind us. Didn't know that marble could melt? Well, in my dream, it did.
I assume that we escaped her wrath somehow, because the next scene, we're in an airport. Just...there. We meet up with my cousin and some kind of exotic princess at the check in desk, and they lead us to a terminal that's not on the airport map. There are rows of columns in this place, and the princess stops in front of one in the middle of the room, five columns away from a grey trashcan. All the columns are decorated the same, with a blue rimmed star in a sqare about a foot tall on the bottom and very top, and vertical lines of gold squiggles on red in the middle. Normal column with circus like designs, I think. But to my surprise, the princess opens the square on the bottom, like it's a mini door. The door is made of the paint coating on the column, but is extremely strong. We enter the space, despite the fact that I know none of us could have fit through such a small space in real life (maybe the door stretched?)
We step into the third music room of Ouran High School, but instead of the host club, a tall dark haired man wearing romani glasses and a leather trench coat is there to greet us. I think he said something about James Bond being dead...
The last thing I remember is Walter, Angel of Death from Hellsing wearing bunny ears strolling into the room with a steaming teapot on a tray.
I woke up happy, feeling like Alice in the Wonderland, and the knowledge that I had somehow overthrown the music school.
So...what exactly is my heart wishing for?
By the way, I finally cut my nails yesterday after leaving them to grow for six months. My hands look so stubby and yucky, and doing anything that requires hands feels so strange. But there are things I can do, now that I don't have long nails anymore. I took pictures too, for memory's sake.
 pinkjingling · Tue Dec 05, 2006 @ 01:52am · 4 Comments |
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