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| My belly is full of instant macaroni and cheese and peanut butter Crunch.
Yes, I ate them at the same time.
No, it wasn't a dream, but I am betting it will cause some strange ones tonight!
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| The pool was indoors. There were five sections: a large wading pool in the center, swimming lanes next to it, an illuminated but dirty tank next to that one, and two pools that encircled the rest (one with fast moving water and one with still water). My family entered the swimming lanes, and I saw a dark shadow moving beneath us. We left the pool and found that a shark lived there. It used to live in the dirty tank, but managed to jump over the edge and into the next one.
It then jumped onto the deck and nearly bit my leg. It seemed to glide easily in and out of water. I asked who feeds it and the answer was, "No one." Worried, my family left. When we opened the brochure about the pool, there was no mention of a shark.
I worked at a spooky version of Disney World. I dressed as an old hag who could tell the future. Each night, as part of the show, I would summon "spirits" to walk among the patrons. These "spirits" were holograms. One particular night, the special effects people did not see my cue and there were no holograms for that performance. I did, however, gain the actual ability to see the future. From then on, I was an old hag at night and myself during the day. It was a bit disconcerting.
The first dream was more frightening, though not as haunting as the night before. I think, however, that I have a definite fear of sharks.
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| Patrick Stewart performed magic tricks on a balcony, near an elevator, inside a giant glass building. We sat in pews. Since I was sitting in front, he used me in several tricks involving tubes filled with water. Then he brought out a casket and opened it. Dennis lay inside. Luke pointed this out, and Dennis opened his eyes wide and grinned.
I was the middle child of three. My two sisters and I prepared for a celebration and were sent on errands. While traveling, we ran into the Warrior Goddess, for whom we were celebrating. My elder sister spoke to her: "I am Claire. This is my youngest sister, Pippa, and my other sister, Amanda Diana." The Warrior Goddess looked at me and said, "My name is Diana. I was not allowed to visit with the other Diana in this town last time I visited. Go run your errands and leave your sisters here." I did not wish to go alone, so Claire came with me. Pippa tried to follow, but we made her stay and entertain the Warrior Goddess.
"Perhaps we should tell her that the reason she could not see you was because of your condition," Claire said to me. I agreed, but doing so required retrieving a medical book from the attic of a haunted house. The attic windows were at the same level as the adjacent hill, and we climbed through easily. We grabbed the book, but ventured through the abandoned home. Suddenly a clock started to chime. It grew louder as we walked. We could see the main entrance and tried to run down the stairs.
Portraits lined the stairwell, portraits of the man who owned the house and all of his children, all whom he had killed. All whom he had killed in the front parlor. I ran through the parlor and reached the door, but something we could not see prevented Claire from following. "Run back through the attic!" I told her, exiting through the front door.
I realized I had lost my shoes inside. The sounds of running water replaced the chiming. Claire walked down the hill with the book. "I need to buy new shoes," I told her. "I do not want to go back inside."
We walked toward the plaza, running into Pippa. We continued our errands, but I could not get those chimes to stop ringing in my ears.
I sat in the front row of my class. I began to feel sick and lost my vision. I did not want to cause a scene. All sounds became muffled. I turned to a friend next to me and told her I was going to pass out. She led me out of the room. The professor followed and called 9-1-1. The paramedics came and took me to the hospital. The news director had called my friends and told them my situation. They kept me company in the hospital. After a few hours, I was better and left for home.
That last one was not a dream.
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| The "liberal media" is nonexistent. I have yet to see "liberal media." Then again, I do not want to see "liberal media." The quality of mass media in general is horrendous; biased media is not any better. However, biased media is inevitable. So, how do I propose to solve this problem? On a personal level, that's how! That's right- I want to become a cultural critic. I will not, however, write movie reviews.
Instead, I will go to graduate school.
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| What I have done over winter break thus far: 1. Excavated my room. 2. Sauntered down Memory Lane, tried to avoid the potholes. 3. Removed my shroud of anti-socialness. 4. Read for pleasure- how novel! 5. Found the shark in my house.
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