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"Are you stepping on my cornflakes, Goodbottom? Let me tell you about stepping on someone else's cornflakes. It's a really weird way to eat cornflakes."- Hoss Delgato from Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.
"How about, I am? That's the shortest sentence I know." - Officer Short from the Phantom Tollbooth
Another One
In this dream, some idiots let out or conjured up or let in a lion. I was one of the foolish people running around and away from it. Then the lion came to me and it seemed like I was going to die. So, I switched into this other girl's body, who was probably behind the lion, and ran upstairs to the safety of a room with a lock. I didn't see what happened to my former host body. ((I don't think I was a parasite))

After a while, I got careless and opened the door. Maybe the screams had stopped or quieted down. The lion was right behind it, and leaped in. Then I had a strange feeling I'd never had before in any of my dreams after I turned 5 or so. I was scared. I kept thinking, "I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!" and suddenly electricity struck the lion. I got it outside somehow, then locked the door and held it, letting out an electric charge through the doorknob.

I couldn't tell whether the lion was dead or not because I never saw it again after that, but I was still feeling scared, so I couldn't be sure. Then I heard knocks on the door after another while. I opened it, careful of it being another enemy, when it turned out to be people I knew. They'd set a trapdoor somewhere in one of the closets/bedrooms/bathrooms of the room I was hiding in. They'd been planning to escape by it. Before they could, we all either heard something or smelled something or sensed something, because suddenly there was danger again.

I got them to get me through the trapdoor. Somehow I ended up falling into a building. I didn't see the others at all. Maybe the trapdoor landed people in random places, as I think one of them was a magician.

The building I was in had a group of girls all dressed up in that kind of feathery style. There was a teacher there, and she seemed to expect me. She was really nice, pointed out two girls to help me, and to carry out a girl who'd gotten hurt just before my arrival. They carried her out on a long white ledge that extended from the building. They seemed to need to leap to reach the opposite building, as there was a space. I told the teacher that it looked dangerous and she chuckled and said something like, "It is dangerous but you will soon learn to overcome it."

The other girls jumped back from another door/window with the similar white ledges, like the enters and exits of a grocery store. They were wearing different clothes, ones that they'd bothered to put on in the short time they'd been across. I felt bad because I hadn't really been doing anything but sitting at one of the long cafeteria-like tables.

I had a two-part wig; one short wild style, and a tube I was supposed to put the ends of my braids through. The teacher lady came by and told one of the dancer girls she'd assigned to me to glue it together later (the ends of my braids). I wasn't sure whether or not to enter one of the changing nooks.

There was this one girl who seemed mean. I think she made of me. She also made fun of this janitor-looking guy who was leaning against the opposite wall and some other guy I saw. Suddenly the teacher's next class came in and I was wearing the dress I didn't remember putting on. It was a kind of raven or crow look.

After we left and entered a room, everything changed subtly and everyone was something from school. Or, at least, everyone was around the age range of people from my school and there were lots of them I recognized. There were more boys than before (way more than just two). I think it was someone's birthday. On this bulletin wall, there were small pictures of girls surrounding this one big picture of me. When I asked why, they were like, "because you're that important" or "because you're special".

Maybe it's because some people think of me as overly modest. Was that the whole point of the dream? To make me scared of death and not be so modest?





 
 
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