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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-05-25 07:22 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-05-25 07:22 am
So. Hmm...
I got an hour of sleep last night. Yay for History papers!! Wheeeee!
But seriously. Japanese-American internment during WWII? Very nice to research on.
Not so much to pull an all-nighter with, of course.
I kept meaning to write down this dream from two nights ago, but I keep getting sidetracked.
So I'm talking with a group of friends I don't know in a street. Yes, this is a dream, so this should all be unsurprising. All of a sudden (or maybe not), one of my professors -- we'll call her Professor ... I dunno, Beth -- shows up and talks to these two suspicious people in the alleyway. Then she comes over and makes me and my friends faint in the street.
How? Bets the hell out of me.
For some reason, I'm still awake, and I lie very still as I watch the two suspicious guys come over with a weird blowtorch-like weapon. Then they start blowing holes into my friends' backs with it.
Yeah. Creepy.
So, of course, I get up and run like the big, fat chicken I am. And Professor Beth -- who is by no means a runner -- runs after me. Next thing I know, we're both running down this hill, and we end up at a waterfront. We have that cheesy "Why?/Because I can" conversation, during which we somehow end up on a flight of stairs. She finishes her sadistic speech, and I do the first thing that comes to mind.
That's right. I pushed her down the flight of stairs and ran like a chicken.
The last thing I remember of the dream is ducking inside a building and hiding in a blanket in a bed. And then I woke up.
Yep. My dreams are weird.
But seriously. Japanese-American internment during WWII? Very nice to research on.
Not so much to pull an all-nighter with, of course.
I kept meaning to write down this dream from two nights ago, but I keep getting sidetracked.
So I'm talking with a group of friends I don't know in a street. Yes, this is a dream, so this should all be unsurprising. All of a sudden (or maybe not), one of my professors -- we'll call her Professor ... I dunno, Beth -- shows up and talks to these two suspicious people in the alleyway. Then she comes over and makes me and my friends faint in the street.
How? Bets the hell out of me.
For some reason, I'm still awake, and I lie very still as I watch the two suspicious guys come over with a weird blowtorch-like weapon. Then they start blowing holes into my friends' backs with it.
Yeah. Creepy.
So, of course, I get up and run like the big, fat chicken I am. And Professor Beth -- who is by no means a runner -- runs after me. Next thing I know, we're both running down this hill, and we end up at a waterfront. We have that cheesy "Why?/Because I can" conversation, during which we somehow end up on a flight of stairs. She finishes her sadistic speech, and I do the first thing that comes to mind.
That's right. I pushed her down the flight of stairs and ran like a chicken.
The last thing I remember of the dream is ducking inside a building and hiding in a blanket in a bed. And then I woke up.
Yep. My dreams are weird.