Music Makes Me High

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

this morning,i had a really weird dream.like really,really,weird.so in my dream,i was back in primary school,in my secondary school uniform,and i was playing this Hello Kitty Mighty Beans stuff.then i met my primary school friends and hung out with them.then i mistook this girl as my friend,and all of us started laughing,for no reason.that time was reccess,so after that,we went back to class,and i suddenly realised that i was the last one to be back in class,and eveyone was doing Maths.and my primary school Maths teacher was there teaching.strange thing was,i even saw some of my secondary friends there,and right in front of me,was my primary school Maths workbook.then,the dream switched.i was in the toilet,and suddenly my sister just barged in by kicking the door open.i didn't say anything,but i tried to push back the door,and she just kept kicking it open.so she kicked,and i pushed,and she kicked,and i pushed.then the dream switched again.i was in my father's car,and we were driving along this stretch of very posh and pretty place full of Victorian houses.but,in my dream,i had a brother(?!)who popped out from nowhere.he was younger than me,quite cute-looking and he was wearing this blue and yellow jacket with cartoon printed on it.then,the strangest thing and probably the most unthinkable thing happened.we stopped outside this house,and a man,who i believed owns the house,was talking to his friend,and the door was ajar.then,the two men came to us and started spraying and washing our car for us,all the time asking us if we preferred strawberry or lemon-flavoured detergent.then,my parents,sister and "brother"hopped out of the car,went inside the house,and started stealing whatever they could find.however,the two men actually disappeared.they stole things like a Plasma TV,two massage chairs,some oil paintings and some expensive China vases.then they piled everything into the car and was about to drive off when i fely so angry and dissapointed with my family that i screamed at them.like really screamed.i called my father in the dream(please please please please please forgive me for saying this, i didn't mean of want to,but the dream did happen anyway.)a bastard,my mother and sister in the dream bitches and my brother in the dream,a stupid,smelly brat.he didn't like that,so he hit me,and i hit him back in the arm twice as hard.then the police came,and i felt so guilty for getting my family into trouble that i went up to the policeman and begged him to handcuff me.he just smiled and walked away.and all of a sudden,everything turned out to be happy-happy and the police let my family go.and i was the one putting the stolen stuff back in the house.but i became friends with the family of the house,only my family wasn't there.and when i woke up,i still thought that i was in the dream and felt so guilty insulting my family that i put on my best behaviour to my parents.i really don't know if i should like or hate that dream.(but the houses were REALLY beautiful.they were 4 storeys high,were made from red bricks ,had those white walls and a white roof,and there was this gorgeous Victorian statue fountain in the middle,carrying a vase with water flowing out.)i would love to live there.

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