Well, Sonya and Doug, the lovers, are still in the basement. I should tell them to scram. I wore the bracelet to sleep, it made me have lots of dreams I think. Sadly, I think I’m going to give it up. After all, it is Doug’s. I should make them leave… bah!

The dreamers… are me. Last night I had a ton of weird dreams. One that I remember really well is that school had just started. I think it was around registration or something, but anyway, Maren and I had been walking around chilling, but for some reason last year’s seniors were everywhere. We ended up going to Taco Johns and I was walking along the side alone and a group of them dragged me away and beat me up. They also beat me up in some secluded corner of the school I think. Maybe it was senior hall. It was weird, we were supposed to be seniors, but none of the ex-seniors had left, and they were all being pissy.

In one dream Mr. Seburn was a security guard. Emma and Maren were with my in that dream. There was some weird large food thing behind Emma. I don’t feel like explaining it, but it was different.

Another dream, which might have been the same one, had Kevin inviting me to some senior party thing. It was a long drawn out party bonanza. There was a $6 entry fee with free soda but peanuts were extra and there was a clean $10 donation where if you helped clean you could eat free. I don’t know why I remember that stuff. I know the party was going to have lots of magic tricks and an ice cream donkey. Go Kevin!

I think I had a dream that was like watching a soap opera. Or an episode of undressed. Some Basketball player had fallen in love with a teammate and they were having and affair, and the guy’s girlfriend was really pissed. That’s about the extent of what I remember.

In a state of half-consciousness, I think I created some other dreams. Half lucid, half day dream. Those are always weird. Not going to talk about them… *cough*

Oh, and apparently I tell a lot about myself when I share my dreams, so go that! I’m going to go now, just thought I should share my dreams before I forget.

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