I had what I elieve was a re-accuring dream last night, because it was quite familiar, but with dreams you can never tell. But the hgiher proof that it was re-accuring was that I can remember it very well. And I'm sure you want to here the dream, right? Well, it's too dirty for your... err.. wait, no that was after... here goes: It's night time in an urban area. Not sure who, but I'm walking with someone, I think it's my sister, but she would be disgusted far more easily. We're walking past a fire station but instead of walking past it we see a chain-link fence with a big hole in it. We walk to it, but not as if we had just seen it for the first time, it was more like we're used to going there, almost like it was our destination, even though, in the dream world, I had never seen it before. Now before we get through the fence the hole is pitch black, but when we enter we see little lights, greens and reds on the right side, the left is just fence. We walk closer and see plasticy looking heads with giant deformed eyeballs(one reminiscent of a Kitt; a one eyed creature made of a slimely substance. My friend Nick made them up. The reminiscent part was the eyeball, because they all long and stretched out, like this horrible ASCII drawing: (@)___) ). We looked clsoer and they moved. They were live heads. Just sticking out of the wall and crates. We walked along the little gallery of deformities and there were atleast 50 freakishly magled heads pertruding from on thing or another. Once we neared the end of the alley we hear dquick footsteps, the footsteps of an athletic man. He burst into our vision and grabbed us. He started yelling at us and we tried to explain that we thought we could just walk in, but he wouldn't hear us. He picked us up and we walked towards the fence opening, one of us under each arm. Near the opening we somehow managed to get away from him and ran. The man that was holding us turned out to be a fireman. A few more were standing around just outside the firestation. We ran for the street as they yelled at us, informing us we'd be caught. They all piled into their fire engine, and we assumed they were after us, so naturally we ran some more. Turns out they were being called to a fire(who'd 'a thought!), but at the time I still didn't know that, and for some reason I wanted to chase them, to tell them something, and I had something with a really long extension cord and I plugged it in somewhere on the side of a roof of a misshaped chinese restaurant. (At this point my companion had disappeared)I ran after the truck, actually keeping up to it, but I was on the side walk and they were a few lanes away from me. They turned in at a mall of some sort and I had to stop(because the cord ended) and watched as they got out of the fire truck, stood around with the rest of the crowd then piled back into the truck. The odd part was that there was no fire, just a gathering of people looking at a building. They started driving back to the fire station and I followed, but this time there were people on the side walk... jocks and their skanky female worshippers(ie: a bunch of idiots). So I had to dodge them and jump up onto and over the chinese restaurant, then back on to unplug the eletrical device, whatever it was.
That's when the dream ended. Want another re-accurring dream? Well, you may know this one, or you mayn't, but here goes: (this takes place at Henry A. Ward for those who know it)I'm in kindergarten(also when this dream started and ended), we're sitting in class, I have a stomach ache. The bell rings for an assembly and we all file out of class, the teacher dismissing my raised hand. We file out of class(which is actually the grade six room, not either of the kindregarten rooms) and instaed of going down to the gym we go up to the stairs leading to the 5/6 class and resource room. On the second flight of stairs I somehow fall and end up with my back to the stairs. I feel a shock of pain and a green hand rips out of my stomach. The strange thing is no one seems to notice(well in different times of dreaming different things happend, either they noticed and screame and huddled around me, or didn't notice and just kept walking as I writhed in pain, the hand sticking out of me). The oddest part in all that, is that it always made me think of green grapes.
And that ladies and gentlemen are my re-accurring dreams. And even though they may both seem like nightmares, let me assure you, they weren't, because I didn't wake up screaming and sweating, instead I woke up thinking "That was so cool!". I'm going to draw a picture for both of those dreams!
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