JOURNAL: klinky (Gabe Hedges)

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  • :O OMG PIE NO! 2003-12-05 09:14:07

    I was readnig Pie's journal and in all my megalomania I replaced the word "Grace" with "Gabe". :( Uh oh, that wasn't good. I was like WTF O_O for a second.

    haha...

    Bah, religion will mess you up, but I guess not havinga religion is just as bad... Since my non-religion messes with peoples who have religion. They'd hate me just as much.


    TOO MUCH HATE. Not enuf love... Tho I think the damn religions are ok if people take pointers for living from them. But following them to a tea, is a little whack. Especially as times and circumstances change. This isn't 900 B.C anymore.. -_-.

    Or whatever....


     
  • Strange Dreams... 2003-11-25 07:38:27 Content... Actual content... since I can't sleep... I'll write about my dreams...

    First off, the last three days I've had funko dreams. Very vivid and I remember them pretty clearly. Watch now as I forget them when I try to write them down... :p

    Tonight(since it's freshest in my mind):

    The first thing I can think about is that me and my family is talking about aliens. I am talking about the first time I saw an alien. This was kinda a strange dream because people keep changing into aliens. But then back again. Only when the light got dim, they'd flash into aliens. Then when the light came back they'd be who I was talking to before. O_O

    Then I am playing quake3, but it's not really quake3. It's almost real life and I am walking around. It's at a gas station and there are these circular pads we're suppose to step on before we begin playing so that people know who's playing. Well someone keeps logging in and out so they keep disappearing and they never get to their pad. I notice that there are more bads in the center lane of the gass station then the other lanes.

    There is a McDonalds behind us. A giant McDonalds truck drives by us and we're like "Uh oh mayor mcChicken is mad". The truck has all sorts of plastic glowing vegetable ornaments on the side of it. Stuff that would be in a hamburger... Lettuce, tomato... that stuff. It drives along and goes through this gate, which looks like it leads to the back of a McDonalds. This part doesn't make much sense. I think my brain put the gate there and then shrunk the truck as it went to make it seem like it would work.

    Next thing I know I am driving away from the place. Bro is in the passenger seat and my friend Joe is in the back seat. Bro is like "Why couldn't you leave without joe". I made a joke Joe wasn't old enough to be by himself. We laughed about this for some reason. :|

    Now it changes to an older guy climbing a large ladder into the clouds. There are other people climbing the ladder. It seems like a rope ladder. I am seeing this from the POV of the older guy. He reaches the top of the ladder and looks down and see all the clouds around and the blue sky. Then he jumps. He has a parachute ofcourse :p. But he's falling and the POV goes to outside of him. As he falls he falls past the other people climbing the ladder. There is a young woman with brown hair. There is also a baby that is floating down the the ladder. Then that ends...

    I am now in a forest area. I know that there are enemies around me. I can see people who I know are the enemies about 50yds away. I think I started shooting at them. They turn around, but then giant toasters start falling from the sky and I start running. I am yelling "I don't know what the fuck you are you toasters...". I run across the wooded area as these toasters fall and I start kicking the shit out of them. They get really dented up and start smoking. I do this to two toasters. Then these large guys in shorts start running after me and try beating me up. But closeline one and beat up the others. I come to a guy who is dodging all my punches and he's laughing about it, so I kick him in the nuts. He bends over grimacing in pain and lands onto one of his other fallen friends. Then he gets up and looks at me and starts bitching at me for going at his nads while trying to kick me in the nads at the same time. His explanation is "That really is dangerous, it can cut throats...". Which makes no sense. I ponder how that could cut throats, I come to the conclusion that someone could grimace so hard it'd stress their neck muscles and cause their neck to rip. This was me in my dream justifying this.

    Then I started feeling like my hand was broken and I couldn't move it. I started to panic. Then I woke up and my arm was asleep. :p

    Last Night:

    I am at a K-mart or some large store similar to it. Like a Wal-mart. I think I saw an Albertsons sign, but Albertson's don't carry stuff that wal-mart does. They're only a grocery outlet. First off I am going around buying alot of cookies. This store clerk girl points out some PIMs in a snack pack size. I pick these up and continue to look around.

    I hear over the PA system that a stereo is available for a low low price if you're first to the customer service desk to ask for it. I think it's for like $120. I am thinking of this and I gradually make my way to the desk where I see somebody asking for the stereo and someone guiding them to where it's located. I go up to the counter and ask if I can get the deal even though I am #2 to ask for it. The guy maning the customer service desk is none other than convicted serial killer Richard Ramirez. He tells me that it's "ok, but unsafe for the merchandise". He leads me to the same area where the other person was taken to. I am looking at the stereos on the shelf. Richard starts messing with some stuff on one of the shelves. Then he hands me this book and some pictures. He tells me it's my life story and that they are pictures of me growing up. That he has been watching me, watching everyone. I look at the pictures and they don't look anything like me really. They look like an old friend I had when I was three. The book was novel sized. I didn't read it. Someone else came up to said that "Richard is full of shit..." and show me the book and pictures he gave them.

    I am now walking out the wal-mart and down the street. I see Richard get into a car and sorta give me the and the car drives off. I walk down and start singing some sorta high pitched some to comfort myself... Then that ends...

    I think some gay guys were also using a computer and I was in the room they were. One had orange hair, the other had grayish hair. One of them wanted to get freaky with the other and they hopped into bed. I left the room after that. X_x

    Night before Last:

    I was at my old house down the stree. But there was a backyard and alot of space. Alot more space between the house on the right as well. There was alot of grass in the backyard and it was sorta hilly. There was also a back porch. I knew that somebody kept going to the backporch at night and standing there. I went back there and there was vomit on the back porch which I hosed off. I knew the person was my neighbor to the right. He also seemed to be the boyfriend of my mom. Later in the dream he turned out to be a serial killer, but mom had dumped him by then.

    He killed people with girder cables. O_O


    So yeha... those are the funky dreams... >_< No wonder I can't sleep! 
  • I am back! 2003-11-25 06:02:06 OMG OMGOMGOGMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGOGMGOMGMGOMGOMGOMGMG....


    Hail the Cookie! 
  • Poem I just came up with 2003-09-08 01:37:53 I broke down and cried
    But I found out she lied
    My babies don't have rabies
    thankgod.


    :O 
  • Damn you Kamoc! 2003-09-08 01:20:27 VNV Nation is coolzers :O 
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