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Finals, Dreams, and new beginnings~
14 years ago
So! Finals are tomorrow. I just finished my final paper, on the stupidity of the United States. xD Hope it goes well. Math final tomorrow, wish me luck. >.>; I think the past few days I've been stressing over it, which has led to some really odd dreams.
Night before last, my dreams involved taking a road trip with my mom, dad, and (nonexistent...) little sister, to British Colombia. Once we hit the border of the US and Canada, however, the road to BC was just a long, windy road surrounded on all sides by endless sand and sand storms, punctuated with giant 1930's-50's style toys. Old, decayed ones. Like porcelain dolls, Howdy Doody puppets, and those squeeze-y clown things with the pop-out eyes. All in huge, billboard-like sizes, like monuments. We also couldn't find a McDonalds anywhere, and realizes why after nightfall. Zombies. Millions of them, haunting this desolate area. When we finally did get to BC, we had to keep hopping from house to house because I was being chased by some serial rapist/murderer through desert sandstone caverns and houses. I eventually had to hide under the floorboards and text the police that he was in my house. They caught him, but my parents and sister were gone, kidnapped by this latino family we had trusted to hide us. I found them and freed my family, but when I got there the latino family all had blindfolds on, even though my parents were the ones tied up... Fucked up, no?
And last night's was of me peeling back the skin of my toe to find a huge gangrenous infection of my whole foot. Lovely.
As for new beginnings... Kane and I are super happy. He's coming to visit in early January, and I hope to be moving my mom and I the hell out of this house with dad.
Blessed be, happy holindaise, and may you find happiness~
Night before last, my dreams involved taking a road trip with my mom, dad, and (nonexistent...) little sister, to British Colombia. Once we hit the border of the US and Canada, however, the road to BC was just a long, windy road surrounded on all sides by endless sand and sand storms, punctuated with giant 1930's-50's style toys. Old, decayed ones. Like porcelain dolls, Howdy Doody puppets, and those squeeze-y clown things with the pop-out eyes. All in huge, billboard-like sizes, like monuments. We also couldn't find a McDonalds anywhere, and realizes why after nightfall. Zombies. Millions of them, haunting this desolate area. When we finally did get to BC, we had to keep hopping from house to house because I was being chased by some serial rapist/murderer through desert sandstone caverns and houses. I eventually had to hide under the floorboards and text the police that he was in my house. They caught him, but my parents and sister were gone, kidnapped by this latino family we had trusted to hide us. I found them and freed my family, but when I got there the latino family all had blindfolds on, even though my parents were the ones tied up... Fucked up, no?
And last night's was of me peeling back the skin of my toe to find a huge gangrenous infection of my whole foot. Lovely.
As for new beginnings... Kane and I are super happy. He's coming to visit in early January, and I hope to be moving my mom and I the hell out of this house with dad.
Blessed be, happy holindaise, and may you find happiness~
