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Dec. 6th, 2007 04:06 pmDROP DEAD GORGEOUS CHAPTER SEVEN IS OUT.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!
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Before I start reading, however, I'mza record the bizarre dream I had today, because you know after I finish reading I won't remember anything else.
Starts off: I'm in some random room, something of a cross between a bedroom and a kitchen, sitting on what seems to be a bed with a fellow poetry student, Miss Sarah Tang. I know I'm in Ms. Sutton's house (not that I've ever been in her house; you know how you just know things in dreams sometimes), and somewhere in the back of my mind the other poetry students are there and so's Ms. Sutton, but in my dream I don't see them, I just know they're in the background. Sarah and I are engaging in some ridiculous activity, painting her walls maybe, and Ms. Sutton's screeching at us to not tell anyone she has electricity in her house.
Scene shift. I'm still in the same room, but the person next to me isn't quite Sarah anymore; I don't know who she is. Something of a cross between Paulina Tsai, Felicia Tang, AND Sarah. But it's not v. clear, not like "this person is a combination of these three people." More of "this person could be any of these three people because I'm dreaming vaguely and not specifying." We're both still sitting on the bed, and the room's the same room but it's changed a bit, more bedroom-ish now than kitchen (really the only clear parts of it I remember are the bed and the white wall in front of me and a door in the wall to the right of the bed; the rest of the room's a fuzzy haze), and I know I'm in Saratoga High. Never mind the fact that no way was this Saratoga High, it simply was. External knowledge or summit.
Stuff happened, don't remember. At some point Thomas Wang appeared in the room and he was talking to me and Felicia-Paulina-Sarah, explaining something I think. I remember this because he took the chalk and started drawing diagrams on a green chalkboard, which appeared out of nowhere (or maybe it was always there and I didn't draw attention to it until I needed it in my dream) of these fairly realistic looking miniature people-sketches (NOT stick-figures) and I had this distinct moment of bizarre clarity thinking, Wow, Thomas can draw? (draw WELL, I mean; not trying to be insulting here) and then it sank back into the dream.
Talking talking talking. Then, outside the door (which also didn't appear until that moment of the dream) these junior boys in speedos started going past, laughing and jostling each other and in general talking v. loudly. 'twas blurred and unclear as to who but even guessing at vague figures in a dream I'd bet anything it's the band kids xD So then Thomas left to go talk to the band kids and join the speedo march, and then it was just me and Paulina-Felicia-Sarah, and we made o_____O faces at each other at the bizarre train of people going by outside the door.
Scene change.
Same room, chalkboard's gone (or faded to fuzziness, w/e), Paulina's gone, all the other people that were supposedly nearby in the room and talking amongst themselves and stuff that I knew were there (held by a thread at the back of my mind) were also now gone, and it was just me. Alone.
I never moved, but I was now no longer in SHS but in my house. My room, to be exact, even though the proportions are all off and the details are all wrong. Same premise as in real life - parents aren't home, they're in Vegas, and I'm by myself.
Random things happened that I don't remember. There was a TV in my mom's working room that I walked past a time or two and remembered for no real reason except a sort of wtf because the TV was stationed where, in real life, the unused fireplace is. People tried to get into my house, slightly nightmarish but not up to irrational heart-pounding fear, at some point I recall an old woman beating me up outside my front door and then walking away. --; It was all sort of floaty and dreamy though, not the downright nightmare FEAR RUN HIDE STOP GOING TO DIE GAHHHHHHHHH type of intense adrenaline, if you know what I mean. I had a spasm of mild paranoia where I thought to myself, they'll be back! and then started going through the house and locking all the doors and closing all the windows, then halfway through... I got this epiphany. THAT I WAS DREAMING. And I had school. And the shock shocked me awake.
Awake, I was now standing next to a Korean boy who could've been Younghwan, but also could've been Wooho, and he was holding his cellphone to his ear and saying into it something that sounded like "chung-go iru no ageh?" except he said it real fast so it was more like "chungoirunoageh?!" and I asked him "what does that mean?" and I kept asking him and asking him "what's it mean?" "what's it mean?" and he told me and the dream-me nodded as though she understood, even though the real me couldn't hear what he said. Then I had another spasm of shock and a lightning bolt cut into my brain that I was still asleep and still dreaming and I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. And then dream-me and Younghwan-Wooho began to fade, and fade, and fade, and there was just the repeated echo in my head of chungoirunoageh, chungoirunoageh, chungoirunoageh... and then I opened my eyes and found myself in bed, the words still echoing through my head.
So I was late to school this morning.
Anyway. Off to teach Omid!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!
^______________^
Before I start reading, however, I'mza record the bizarre dream I had today, because you know after I finish reading I won't remember anything else.
Starts off: I'm in some random room, something of a cross between a bedroom and a kitchen, sitting on what seems to be a bed with a fellow poetry student, Miss Sarah Tang. I know I'm in Ms. Sutton's house (not that I've ever been in her house; you know how you just know things in dreams sometimes), and somewhere in the back of my mind the other poetry students are there and so's Ms. Sutton, but in my dream I don't see them, I just know they're in the background. Sarah and I are engaging in some ridiculous activity, painting her walls maybe, and Ms. Sutton's screeching at us to not tell anyone she has electricity in her house.
Scene shift. I'm still in the same room, but the person next to me isn't quite Sarah anymore; I don't know who she is. Something of a cross between Paulina Tsai, Felicia Tang, AND Sarah. But it's not v. clear, not like "this person is a combination of these three people." More of "this person could be any of these three people because I'm dreaming vaguely and not specifying." We're both still sitting on the bed, and the room's the same room but it's changed a bit, more bedroom-ish now than kitchen (really the only clear parts of it I remember are the bed and the white wall in front of me and a door in the wall to the right of the bed; the rest of the room's a fuzzy haze), and I know I'm in Saratoga High. Never mind the fact that no way was this Saratoga High, it simply was. External knowledge or summit.
Stuff happened, don't remember. At some point Thomas Wang appeared in the room and he was talking to me and Felicia-Paulina-Sarah, explaining something I think. I remember this because he took the chalk and started drawing diagrams on a green chalkboard, which appeared out of nowhere (or maybe it was always there and I didn't draw attention to it until I needed it in my dream) of these fairly realistic looking miniature people-sketches (NOT stick-figures) and I had this distinct moment of bizarre clarity thinking, Wow, Thomas can draw? (draw WELL, I mean; not trying to be insulting here) and then it sank back into the dream.
Talking talking talking. Then, outside the door (which also didn't appear until that moment of the dream) these junior boys in speedos started going past, laughing and jostling each other and in general talking v. loudly. 'twas blurred and unclear as to who but even guessing at vague figures in a dream I'd bet anything it's the band kids xD So then Thomas left to go talk to the band kids and join the speedo march, and then it was just me and Paulina-Felicia-Sarah, and we made o_____O faces at each other at the bizarre train of people going by outside the door.
Scene change.
Same room, chalkboard's gone (or faded to fuzziness, w/e), Paulina's gone, all the other people that were supposedly nearby in the room and talking amongst themselves and stuff that I knew were there (held by a thread at the back of my mind) were also now gone, and it was just me. Alone.
I never moved, but I was now no longer in SHS but in my house. My room, to be exact, even though the proportions are all off and the details are all wrong. Same premise as in real life - parents aren't home, they're in Vegas, and I'm by myself.
Random things happened that I don't remember. There was a TV in my mom's working room that I walked past a time or two and remembered for no real reason except a sort of wtf because the TV was stationed where, in real life, the unused fireplace is. People tried to get into my house, slightly nightmarish but not up to irrational heart-pounding fear, at some point I recall an old woman beating me up outside my front door and then walking away. --; It was all sort of floaty and dreamy though, not the downright nightmare FEAR RUN HIDE STOP GOING TO DIE GAHHHHHHHHH type of intense adrenaline, if you know what I mean. I had a spasm of mild paranoia where I thought to myself, they'll be back! and then started going through the house and locking all the doors and closing all the windows, then halfway through... I got this epiphany. THAT I WAS DREAMING. And I had school. And the shock shocked me awake.
Awake, I was now standing next to a Korean boy who could've been Younghwan, but also could've been Wooho, and he was holding his cellphone to his ear and saying into it something that sounded like "chung-go iru no ageh?" except he said it real fast so it was more like "chungoirunoageh?!" and I asked him "what does that mean?" and I kept asking him and asking him "what's it mean?" "what's it mean?" and he told me and the dream-me nodded as though she understood, even though the real me couldn't hear what he said. Then I had another spasm of shock and a lightning bolt cut into my brain that I was still asleep and still dreaming and I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. And then dream-me and Younghwan-Wooho began to fade, and fade, and fade, and there was just the repeated echo in my head of chungoirunoageh, chungoirunoageh, chungoirunoageh... and then I opened my eyes and found myself in bed, the words still echoing through my head.
So I was late to school this morning.
Anyway. Off to teach Omid!
