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My Weird Ass Dreams – Part 1

Ever since I started sleeping in my dorm room I have had some weird ass dreams. And I have weird dreams to begin with. But these…are just plain strange.

I’ll give two examples, because they are the most recent ones.

Last night I have a dream that I was at a field trip with my old high school classmates. The only person I vividly remember being there was my friend Kelsey. We were there for a “senior trip” sort of thing. There was this ride, that seated four people at a time and it swiveled up and down and side to side. It would go up in a swirling pattern then shoot down to the ground like those drop rollercoasters.

So I sit next to Kelsey and once we get on the ride we suddenly become aware that there is a tornado heading towards us. Instead of getting off the ride we think we’re safer on it, since we are strapped in.

While the tornado drops beside us, the ride starts moving up and down, moving out of its place. Like that trippy part in Mary Poppins, where the carousel starts detaching from itself. Our seats are swept up into the tornado individually and then placed back down.

That’s all I can remember, so, if anyone is a dream analyst, what does this mean?

Next dream:

I was taking a nap today, like I usually do. This dream I was walking over to a friend’s house that I knew somehow, even though I was new to this neighborhood. I got a text from my mother saying that I should be careful because people had been getting robbed before being murdered.

My friend and I started baking and then a knock came at the door. We started freaking out and grabbing weapons. I had a rolling-pin, she had a gun. We opened the door and there was a girl scout girl holding cookies.

We decided then to go out and go to a neighborhood picnic. There, I met my old theater teacher, V; she had four kids who were all covered in dirt, for some reason.

One of the kids came up to me and said, “you’re too pretty” then spread mud on my face.

That is when I woke up. What I am most disappointed about is that my dreams never have a conclusion. I have so many questions for my dream: Did I get off the rollercoaster? What happened to the murderer? Why are the neighborhood picnics?

Let’s call this part 1 of my weird ass dreams, ‘cuz there is¬†going to be more.

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Ghosts or No Ghosts?

In our dorm hall it is common to hear voices; the walls are thinner than the pages in a bible.

But…sometimes, we hear soft conversations. Or someone watching Seinfeld…at 3 o’clock in the morning.

There was this time…Mickey and I were napping and we woke up to the sound of what sounded like a couple arguing.

I was paying more close attention and caught some of the dialogue exchanged between the two.

“Babe, you’re such a dick.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re stupid. Just go.”

“Fine. Then I’ll leave.”

“Babe, wait, don’t leave.”

…what? What even is this? So, then later Mickey and I hear loud yelling. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.” So we yell at our suite mate, asking if she’s okay. She doesn’t answer and after we say that everything goes quiet and there was no trace that there was any boy in her room.

So, that means one of two things:

  1. the air vents travel a lot farther than we thought
  2. ghosts

And you might think that it would be our neighbors, well, trust me, they don’t have girlfriends. The only other girls are on the other side of the hall.

In conclusion, Mickey and I live with ghosts. I want to name them, but I want to get a feel more for their personalities.

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I Want a Bunny

I have wanted a lot of animals in my lifetime. When I was a little girl I wanted a dolphin, recently I have been telling my parents I would one day own a panda, when I visited Scotland I was determined to own a sheep, now here I am looking up bunnies on shelter websites.

Mickey and I don’t know where we’re going to live next year but it FOR SURE is not going to be a dorm, especially Kerr.

There is a beautiful poodle waiting for me back home with my parents and I had always planned to bring to up to college with me once I got an apartment, but here’s the thing…my dad takes WAY better care for her than I would. Not that i wouldn’t feed her or anything, but Dad warms up the food in the morning, put some bits of hotdog in there, very fancy, very nice, and Lacey has gotten use to this treatment.

But I understand, I shouldn’t make plans when I am emotionally unstable (stress from school) so I will be contempt with looking at pictures of fluffy rabbits and thinking of great names for them.

I have found that I am partial to Lion head bunnies, you should look them up, they’re super cute.

Let me repeat that I KNOW I can’t have a bunny right now, even if I begged my RA, I would have nowhere to keep her. Also, apparently there are tarantulas lurking about so I wouldn’t want my bunny ¬†unprotected. This would lead to me bringing my bunny to class with me, which would be a distraction for everyone.

That doesn’t mean I still don’t want a bunny.

I want a bunny.

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A Failed Sacrifice

A few days ago, on a night like most others, two college freshmen sat at their desks, not being productive.

When I got up to get some water I saw a bug fly by my feet. I did what any rational teenage girl would do… I screamed my ass off.

Mickey picked up her flip-flop and stood up bravely, prepared to do whatever she must. She was very brave… until she found out the bug had wings and then promptly began to scream, which made me scream, which made her scream, which made me abandon her and run into the hallway.

Now, it was probably 10:30 at night so some students weren’t back in their dorm, but one guy was. He came into our room, kind of annoyed that we had disturbed him, and found no bug. Nothing.

We thought it had flew out after us and was long gone, so we went back inside our dorm and laughed it off. We didn’t believe it was really gone though, so I did the first thing I thought of… SACRIFICE.

Mickey got out a small strawberry, since we believed it to be a moth of some kind, put the strawberry in a bowl in the middle of the room and watched it for 10 minutes. I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of the horrible, discount popcorn we had. On the side of the box, in Sharpie, I wrote: SACRIFICE FOR THE BUG, and placed it outside our room.

At midnight, I decided it was time to go to bed, so I made the long journey from my desk to my bed. On my bed is a giant, stuffed elephant named Elijah. Right when I got comfortable, I pulled Elijah closer so he could be my armrest when out from under his arm came a CRICKET.

I screamed once more, this time louder, as I decided whether or not to risk the 7 foot drop off from my bed.

Mickey freaked out again, and so did our entire floor, which came running to our room and knocking furiously.

I managed to get the cricket to the center of the room while still on my bed as our floor all congregated in our room to decide what to do with it.

One brave soul took the liberty of capturing it with a cup and releasing it outside our dorm hall. After being asked numerous times what the box of popcorn was doing outside our room, everyone left and Mickey and I were finally safe. Except… one thing.

We had sworn to ourselves that the bug was a moth. We thought it had wings, so for the next hour we were waiting for a moth to fly about our room and scare us. So, we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And at 2:30 AM there was still no moth and I was getting sleepy. So, we turned off the lights and went to sleep.

We still have a bit of PTSD from the experience. Every tiny spec, every peripheral vision, is the bug that terrorized us.