Okay, hiatus over.
... Although is wasn't really a very long hiatus, seeing as lots of other people haven't blogged for wayyyy longer than I have (Yeah, I'm looking at you, Kamila and Billy! Please blog!!!! I actually enjoy reading your blogs quite a bit and moving to tumblr gives you no excuse to not write so hmmph! Oh, and thanks to Belle for keeping me busy with your blogsssss).
But, anyway, I'm blogging because I had a really weird dream (again) and I wanted to write it out and immortalize it forever in blogging literature... mhmm!
In my dream, I was at some kind of assembly dinner-type thing in our old high school gym. There was a slide show and everybody was dressed in formal wear and we were all sitting at separate round tables. We were all having dinner and enjoying ourselves when suddenly, Tiffany and Kal-el (who were sitting at my table) received mysterious (o0o0oh) letters... which were delivered by owls... which turned out to be death threats! Oh, no! We were all pretty freaked out, and for some reason, I thought that the writer of the letters had to be _ _ _ _ _ _, Tiffany's old boyfriend. Everyone at our table was panicking and I quickly told Tiff and Kal that they had to go into hiding and that I would go with them if they wanted. But then! Jorge, who was sitting at another table (doing a chemistry experiment for some reason?!) suddenly received a death threat, too. At that point, we kind of figured that the killer probably wasn't Tiff's old boyfriend, but it didn't matter because if the three of them didn't go into hiding, they would die! So, anyway, it got kind of foggy and we were suddenly in the downstairs hallway of our old high school. The lights were off and we could hear footsteps, as well as scary laughter on the other side of the hallway. The killer was coming and we had to run.
As we were running up the stairs, I suddenly felt something really warm running down my back and I realized that I was bleeding/ had just been shot. I collapsed, face down, on the ground outside of the school and I knew that I was going to die. The last thing I remember thinking about was my mom and I decided that my last whispered words would be, "I love you, mommy." I also tried carving it into the sidewalk beside me but then I woke up!
I've heard that most people don't dream in colour. I wonder if that's true... because I dream in colour all the time. Weird. I also dream every single night and my dreams are usually very vivid. Also weird. I wonder what this all means. I have a dream catcher above my bed, but I kind of just have it because I thought it was really pretty. It's white with soft pink feathers.
