I keep having these weird and wonderful dreams recently, and every time I wake up from one I’m determined that I’m going to write them down just because that’s sometimes how I come up with good little stories to write. Anyway, I’ll go over what I can remember of the few I’ve had in these past few days.
The first one was a few days ago. It was a dream where I was at school, but they were sectioning off people into groups and I was chosen for the most powerful group. Presumably the group of individuals who would have the most power and control over the other groups within the “community” that there was. I remember trying to find my way around to where I was supposed to go, in which nobody had a clue when I asked them because they were all from different groups. At this point, my school turned into some sort of sky scraper, because I was by a window thinking about how I could just scale down the side to find out where I was supposed to be heading, but the first initial drop was quite far and even though I have these weird powers in my dreams, falling from a certain height always gives me little tummy whoops. anyway, I turn around and there's this older dude, presumably a teacher figure, and I ask him where I’m supposed to be and he apparently knows so I follow him.
Then we flash to a different point where I’m walking around a shopping mall and I’m hiding in a few clothes stores? and I come to this little kids store where they have this activity circle in the middle where you draw mine craft creepers (In which I’m wearing my hoodie of) and you then get to make a recording and put it on the drawing before its hung up on the wall with all the others. So, I’m checking out these other drawings and theres one with a recording and its from Nicky (From Orange is the New Black) and apparently she’s dead, but I know shes just missing, but Black Cindy and Poussey are all ready to beat me up for reminding them that Nicky is dead.
Then we flash to another part where I’m in this block of flats and I’m watching from the balcony as soldiers come along and attack loads of people with, I think maybe, gas or water cannons. Apparently there is a big race, colour, language and gender barrier in this little world because me, being all powerful and shizz, I get my own flat and I turn around to see that, whilst theres a big panic outside, some american indian with headband of feathers and all has managed to sneak into my place and find left over pizza to eat. He looks at me pretty petrified but I’m cool with it and get him a drink, so all is good. And thats where abouts I woke up from that dream.
Look at my two little happy Quackers! Fidget looks high as fuck!
Okay, another dream I had was actually the one I had last night. I think there was another one I had the other day during a nap, but I completely forgot it. Which really sucks. Unless I tweeted about it and can find something to help remind me…
Nope. Oh well, I’ll just have to stick with last nights dream. It starts all jumbled up really. At one point Kelly has written a book about the kids and their life (Because apparently theyre all grown up now and we arent?) and its all like, mystery stuff because we go back to their house to find clues and shit. I dont even know, but during the dream it was kinda amazing. I wish I could remember more details, like the hows and whys. Anywhos, then dad and I are apparently checking out their new house because they recently moved and we see they have a secret second kitchen behind a secret door, and its full with really cool food. I get all jealous because the book Kelly wrote didnt have me in and its being made into a film.
And they we switch the dream up and my dad and I are in a electronics shop at night, which apparently is allowed as long as you dont touch anything, and a few people come in to hang out. And then LOADS of people come in and we panic a little not knowing how were gunna control so many people and then some sorta security organisation comes in and locks the place down because an Ipad is missing. And they shoot this thing at my dads back, thats like a propelled taser snare, and its because he hasnt got a top on and they think he’s some sort of slave to them and he’s not doing his job. And then I find him a shirt and turn to find two little devices that could mean the difference between staying here and getting tortured by these guys and escaping. And I turn to see that fucking ALEX VAUSE also is there with one of these little devices and she gives me a look like “We’re in this together.” and I’m all “ah fuck yeah” and THEN I WOKE UP.
Dreams. Gotta love em.
Anyway, lets update and REALITY and not dreams, shall we?
Its been hot and summer-y, and I’ve been busy as hell as is the usual thing these days. Last week I babysat a couple times and on Thursday Dawn and I went on a little shopping trip in town, in which I spent £120 or so on clothes and a 3DS game (KINGDOM HEARTS 3D HELL YEAH)
I bought 4 shirts, 3 pairs of shorts and 3 dresses. I also found a new favourite dress for me to wear to my burfday party which is in 25 days!
Look at it! Isnt it bootiful! It has a little petticoat frilly thing under the skirt part and it looks all vintage and shit. I LOVE IT. I saw it in the window on a mannaquin and instantly loved it, so Dawn and I went into the shop and I found it, tried it on and Oh my days. So, I’m super excited about my party now. This week however, is going to be a long one. Monday I found out I have to work from Mon-Saturday without having Thursday off because we havent got enough staff, and then this morning I find out that I have to start at 6am EVERY WEDNESDAY FOREVER just because there has to be 2 people opening up the shop. And apparently I can leave early too! That's some bull shit. Shit to the bull.
Well, anyway, I’ve also got a night out on Sat 12th July with the work peeps to look forward to. I know, I’m going out of my 20th year with a bang, huh? Apparently we pre-drink at Karls place and then head out to Revs. I have no idea where either of those are, but hey ho. Apparently Dawn doesnt think I’m ready for that because everybody is going to drink me under the table, but my approach will either be “I know when to stop drinking, so I’m gunna stop” or “I’m just gunna drink everything I can get my hands on and try everything even if its disgusting and get COMPLETELY WASTED” Either or, either or. LOL
Should be an interesting one to write home about (Here, of course)
Anywho’s, I hope you, my dearest reader, had a wonderful day and I will talk to you the next time.
BUH-BYE <3 xx
I know, I know…
But hey… Next time It might start with something like…
HAHAHA
(I know, I’m obsessed with Orange is the New Black. Deal with it, yo!)




