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To Jeremy:
2003-05-03 11:30:39
Changing your account isn't changing who you are. You'll eventually go back to being yourself and probably get put even more bad times. However, the good times are worth it, and we like you for who you are.
^^;; Heh, you tried to get Vjola. -
Dad Gone Weird Dream
2003-05-03 08:50:10
Dad left around 5 AM for his first side job of the day. He'll be hangin' with Uncle Stevie. Hmm... I must remember to burn the song, "Picture" by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock for him. I must remember to check my other journal entry to remind myself of the thing I wanted to remember. ^_~
Fluxy's new Hellsing trailer is pretty cool, guys.
Alrighty now, guess what? I haven't been on Clara's forum for WEEKS! I really need to catch up on that. Wait, that wasn't the "what." I had another creepy dream. Not really like the one about Tab or the one about Bloodyfang.
You see, I was at my Dad's house, but it was a different style then his little cottage. The fence between ours and the neighbor's yard was bigger. It all started with a dog fight.
A dog that I think was Tootsie fought the neighbor's dog. Their dog looked like the fake one in "The Sandlot."
Ohh wait, there was some stuff before that. I think I was walking around (maybe driving), and I saw a lot of neighborhood kids walking in little groups. They'd all wave to me and smile, and I'd wave back and say hello. Eventually, I passed certain groups again. They were mostly black children, I believe. I eventually got tired of waving and saying hello. The significance of this that when Dad drove us by home on our way to up the twelve pack of Yuengling (Pennslvanian beer, w00t!). We passed Hannah(sister) and Archer(cousin). Dad was going to tell Hannah about our plans for me to take her out to breakfast or lunch the next day (today), but didn't. He didn't want Archer to know.
He didn't act the way he really wanted to, in order to be polite. Same goes for my dream.
Why Dad didn't want Archer tagging along: She's a cool gal 'n' all, but her brother... Hunter was being a spoiled brat to my father (I don't know where he grew the balls to even think of doing that) in MY DAD'S HOUSE. Naturally, he hits the kid. He didn't even hit him that hard, but what does Hunter do? Runs screaming to his mommy. So Nicole(aunt) and Josh(uncle) come over here yellin' and screamin'. Heh, they have no right at all. They don't raise their children right, and because they spend so much time in my father's house, he took care of business. Damn, if my neighbor hit my kid and the baby came crying to me about it, I'd smack him (or her) twice as hard. Nicole doesn't work. She was visiting Josh (he's here doing work for the NJ carpenter's union) for a week or so. Never left. She's supposed to be homeschooling her children. Yeah right, all they ever do is run around making messes. Get this: Josh's whole family is staying in a tiny house that belongs to MY FATHER'S FRIEND, using the company van MY FATHER GOT THEM, living off the job MY FATHER GAVE JOSH, not to mention getting into the union in the first place... The freeloaders will be in for a suprise when Mr. Tom finally kicks them out.
Well, onto the rest of my dream. Tootsie was attacking the ugly dog (through the fence? I don't know how she got over there... Maybe she walked around, it stopped in the front.), and I specifically remember the house. For some reason, I though Tim Micmenaman(sp?) lived there. He's some seventh grade punk I didn't get along with in middle school. When I was talking to the little children, they told me to go to that house and tip his animals over (I'm guessing they weren't all cows, but that dog sure came close). I said no, because it's unfair to the animals, and as I was telling the children why it was wrong, I hear a voice.
It's Ian's voice. I got rid of Tootsie and called him over right away. Knowing that he lived there, I wouldn't bother his animals. It made sense to me, because Ian has a house in Cape May, even though this is pretty North of there.
Why is this significant? Well... I miss Tootsie, but I am terrified of her sometimes. I like Ian, though after the rest of this dream, I dunno... Last night dad was talking about going to the Cape May zoo. Also, the neighbor on that side of my dad's house died a little while ago. Only his wife remains. I never got to know him, so maybe that was just showing how ignorant I really am of my surroundings.
When i brought Ian into my house, I took him by the hand. I always like holding his hand when he walks me home froim school. We went in, and I heard Mommy and Tom(stepdad) arguing through a closed door. I think Tom said something about not letting Ian in my room because we were gonna have sex, and Mom saying it's okay because I'm ready. o.O When I realized what was going to happen, I started searching frantically for a breath mint. Ian was walking around and I was running all over the place.
Significance and Weird Stuff: Why would Mom and Tom be in Dad's house? I can't remember even being in a house that looked just like this inside... I don't remember actually seeing my father in this dream at all, actually. Tom is always over-protective about boys, but so is Mom, so that stuck out. Breath mint: I'm self concsious (Damnit, I wish Andy was on so I could ask how to spell this. ^^;;) about my appearance and everything else about myself. I was thinking about that last night.
I found some Easter candy, didn't help. I couldn't go upstairs and brush my teeth, because Tom was up their shaving and I wanted to avoid him. Somewhere along the line, I get pushed into a room. Some kid is there and there was a mistake with my orthodontist. I'm not sure of what it was, but I ended up taking off all the bottom brackets of my braces and putting them on his teeth (with what???). I was posing as an orthodontist myself for a bit. I was really into my dream, because I was worried about what would happen when my mom caught me. Or when I went to Dr. mele and he wondered why my bottom brackets were all gone. OOH WAIT!! I remember. My braces had a really loose part, so I pulled it out. More and more wire was tangled so I pulled and pulled until my bottom set was gone. I don't know how the brackets came off, though. o.O I pulled it out because there was a wire out of place, and I didn't want Ian to notice when we were making out. I have no clue why the kid was there, though. I believe he was of a mexican background. He looked like Adam Marino(One of Tim Micmenaman's best friends). When that was over, I was suprised to find that Ian was still there, [atiently waiting. In desperation, i ran to brush my teeth in the downstairs bathroom. For some reason, I thought I wasn't allowed in there, and the design of it was kindof like Mom's bathroom. I even used someone else's toothbrush.
Significance: I actually do have a wire loose on my bottom bracket, but it isn't in the same spot as in my dream. Also, two of the Mix were in my dream. The last major run-in with them was the soccer tournament when i was in seventh grade, and their team was called the Mix (This year they were the Remix). The name just stuck. Kinda like how me, Jen and Jen were the MOD squad. Oh yeah, the bathroom thing is out of place because in my house, I can ONLY use the downstairs bathroom, not the upstairs. And why would the downstairs one be Mom's and Tom's if Tom was shaving upstairs?
So I take Ian's hand and we run up to my bedroom. It sortof looked like my room, only bigger and lit better. I didn't notice the other part of the room (which is different) until later. Tom yelled at Mom saying that we were going to sleep together. I said something along the lines of "relax, nothing's going to happen!" Right after that, he took me in his arms. He was warm, and I really enjoyed being in his embrace. Like it was something I had wanted for so long. Then he started feeling me all over, and I wanted to be romantic so I was getting worried and stuff. I didn't really want to have sex with him because I thought it wasn't what he wanted from the beginning. What I mean is, I thought he cared about me a lot, and that he wouldn't care about sex. Finding out that he was just another horny guy hurt me a little.
Related-to-Life-ness: My door has no lock, and it didn't in my dream. I was sure Tom wouldn't open the door, though. When Ian was touching me, I could feel it. I could feel his hands and his chest and stuff, but I wasn't turned on at all. I guess that's kinda weird.
Then Ian gets on the floor (at which point I see the other part of my room), and asks me to give him head. I refused, heh. All of a sudden, Katie Hetrick(girl in my homeroom at school; friend of mine) cracks a little joke about it. Ian didn't seem to care about being refused, we were all just talking then. Andy H.(my best friend; I can't spell his last name) shows up. The other end of my room was a giant glass wall; like a mall elevator. We weren't in Cape May anymore, because we were looking over South Carolina. We were in the Long Bay Resort. The only difference was, we were right on the beach, so i couldn't see a pool, and the beach was a lot shorter than in SC. I guess the tide was in. It seemed more like a Jersey beach, but the elevator thing (which comes soon) can only be the LBR (which is in South Carolina).
Significance: I always go to that hotel with Mommy, Tom, Hannah and Meghan(stepsister) in the summer for vacation. I may be going there with some friends soon, so that's probably why it was in my dream. Refusing to give Ian head was weird and kindof funny. The whole situation wasn't very sexual at all. Oh yeah, and my fancy carpet was in the room. In real life, it wouldn't be there right now because I hulred all over it. ^^;; The window deal is sortof odd because it turns out that it isn't always a window.
Eventually, there was a group of about six or seven people in my room. They were all chillin' out, and a few of us were pressing our noses against the glass of the window, watching girls float by on this "sit down and be connected to a glider-like parachute" dealie. They were going along the side of the hotel, so we only got to see them as they floated by (we were facing the ocean). Ian said something, and I responded with a know-it-all answer (about the flying thingies) that I had made up off the top of my head. He asked if I ever rode one of those things, I said yes. That was a lie.
Significance: The parachute thingies were like parasails only not connected to boats. They moved like ski lifts that weren't on strings. Like hot air balloons! I find myself telling stupid lies around Ian. What gets me is that I still wanted to impress him after I had him and turned him down. Wait... I almost had him as my boyfriend once, but chose Kevin instead and he was turned down. I still try to impress him sometimes, though...
After that, some people in my room took an elevator, which was in my room (I don't know where in my room, I'm guessing the wall opposite the window) down to the beach to do something. I don't know if they wanted drinks or wanted to pull a prank or what. So me, Ian, Andy and Katie are watching kids on the beach. They had those egg-shaped boards (skim boards?) that you throw onto the water and slide on. Some guy has a transperant, neon orange, rectangular shaped thing. I was talking to Ian and Andy, saying that I think it might be some new gliding tool. Then we see some people gliding around or whatever. Suddenly, there was no transition to this, I was sitting at the edge of the room on one of the orange things (it was soft plastic, btw), the window gone, and the breeze blowing in my hair. I look down, and there is the steepest hill ever. Made of sand, it climbed all the way up to my room, which was on the 26th floor. So what do I do? I lean forward and slide down. It was almost a straight vertical drop, and when I neared the bottom, I did some sortof jumping move that saved my body from being pulverised.
Significance: It was just like this sliding ride at Bush Gardens in South Carolina. We went there one of the years we were staying at the Long Bay Resort in Myrtle Beach. Maybe that's why it came up? I actually don't find out the floor number of my room until Andy tells it to the elevator operator later on, but isn't it weird that it is twice the amount of 13? If I remember correctly, the Long bay Resort doesn't have a thirteenth floor. They thought it would be bad luck, and built their hotel accordingly. It's a superstition that many hotels in the area hold. Wait a minute, if it was 26, how could I have been on floor 39 and still be nowhere close (comes later)? I think it was 76. Oh well.
Anyway, I stood up on the beach and, with Andy, made my way to the elevator. I actually don't remember being on the beach much. It was like we were on the beach, and then in the lobby, no walking involved. The inside of this hotel is more like my mother's work then it is like the Long Bay Resort (I'm going to punch myself if I hafta use that phrase again. The hotel isn't even on a bay! And it isn't really a resort, either.). Anyway, we got in the elevator and for some reason, we couldn't get to our floor. I forget why. We had a cool elevator operator, though, and I don't remember ever being in an elevator that had one before.
Somewhere along the line, me and Andy got out to walk up. We climbed up this weird ladder. It was bent all weird like monkey bars in children's playgrounds. Sometimes it'd be flat across, sometimes it'd move upward in a diagonal fashion and sometimes it'd be vertical. After climbing that weird thing for about one floor, we were only on thirty nine. The inside of the hotel was very large and everything was made of silvery metal. Like steel or something. We looked for an elevator and found a few bathrooms and a mini-kitchen (like the one at mom's work) with a butler napping in it. The lighting in these steep-walled hallways was dimmer. LIKE IN MEN IN BLACK! THAT's where this might be coming from. The hotel setup with the bathrooms and all reminded me of a hotel I was in in another dream where I was on a school field trip.
I think Andy found the elevators, and I was sprinting to get to it before the door closed. I pushed through this big door that sealed off the bathroom/kitchen-filled lobby from the elevator filled lobby, and I shouted "hold the door!!!" as the door closed. At this point, I woke up. I don't know if Andy ever held the door, but I think I saw a hand sticking out of the rapidly closing doors, reaching for me.
I woke up wondering if I should get a job this summer and make enough money so that if Grandpa gave me the other half, I could buy Andy a Rolex for his birthday (Not the Andy in my dream). It was a random thought. As woke up a little more, I thought about how I should also send chocolate chip cookies, because they're his favorite, and I was all worried that the watch idea wasn't perfect because he'd hafta go get it fitted himself. I decided I'd hafta get his sister to find a watch of his and take measurements. ^^;; Lol, I'm such a dork.
I should wake Hannah up for breakfast soon. -
At Daddy's House.
2003-05-02 22:16:57
I just got online and I feel pretty good. I've got conversations goin' with Mark, Ian and Whil on AIM. Multi-tasking!
My stomach feels fine now. Tomorrow I'm biking over to the Galley (resteraunt) with Hannah (sister) for breakfast. More like lunch, seeing as we wake up so late. ^^;; I must remember to ask Name (yeah, that's his name) what company produced that lovely gate they just installed around the deck.
Bah, Whil got drunk again. -_-
I think Dad's going to work on the shed tomorrow, but he's pulling two side jobs... I'll give him a few beers and see if he's got the energy to wake up and get to work. He'll be tired.
Oh yeah, I tipped Phade off to a broken button! He fixed it. I feel like I saved the org. Or stopped an old lady from jay-walking.
Kevin: I love seeing my name in your journal. ^^;; I thought you must've seen Eva through, you being such a huge Shinji fan and all. Have a nice rest.
Aww man... It's taken me about forty minutes to write this with what everyone's saying to me!
Andy: I love ya, so have a nice night. ^_~ -
My AMV is coming along nicely.
2003-05-02 12:32:35
Whee!! I made some nice changes and added about eight seconds of effects.
I'm about to get to a really hard part. I'll need around two hundred hi-res pictures (at least 720 by 480) of a single eye. Just close ups.
If anyone would care to donate some, email me at:
OhMyBelldandu009@netscape.net
Ciao for now. -
Journal Buddies
2003-05-02 07:40:59
Kevin: You've never seen Eva all the way through? I think I remember you telling me something like that... Then again, it may have been someone else. ^^;; I hope you have fun in PE todau.
Omni: I am feeling a lot better. I plan to get some work done on Vertigo today. *hug*
I feel like an old lady! I ate a few crackers and had a cup of Irish tea. I am really full from it. ^^;;
Anyway, all the rest has given me a chance to think about things. I feel really good about myself.
JOURNAL: OhMyBelldandy009 (Sarah Jesse)
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