Freaky Dream

It's actually quite difficult to remember but I know that I woke up feeling very, very wrong. I was with a small group of people and we were running from something. It was as if our family members had turned into zombies and we had to run from them. I remember the dream flicking back and forth between my family being friendly and my family being scary.

I know it was a really good story how we escaped from them but I just can't remember it...

Then I was pregnant. I was walking around being pregnant and telling people about it. I then went to a party and had to pop back to my friend Donna's house to fetch some stuff for her. It was a new house I'd never been in before so I didn't know where her room was.

"Make sure you don't go in any of the other rooms, its where the lodgers live."

I ended up going into a room that clearly wasn't Donna's. I freaked out a bit. Eventually found her room and picked up the milk and tampon she wanted. All the milk was labeled with each house mate's name so no one used the wrong milk...

I was then chatting to a ginger girl who I know (and don't really like) from our village. We were talking about my pregnancy. I told her that I was actually going to get rid of the baby.

I then went to a bar where all my friends were to tell them that I was getting rid of the baby. It was a horrible thing to do. I was standing at the bar with my hands on it thinking, 'god this is a bad dream.' Ben, my boyfriend, was standing next to me looking concerned.

"I think this is a dream, I'm going to try and pull myself out of it." I tried to get out of the dream, as I did I saw Ben fading away. I half realised that if this were a dream then maybe I was dreaming Ben too.

"Ben..." I said as I faded out of the dream and into consciousness.

I heard myself say the dream in real life. I looked over and Ben was sleeping by my side. No pregnancy, nothing. It was such a relief.

The Mushroom Does the Talking

I was in the throws of a Christmas party. My friends Estelle and Sarah were there, Estelle was very drunk and asleep in the dining room, I go her a blanket and continued with the party. I popped outside to see my Grandma in the fenced off area, I joined her and asked what she was doing.

"I'm looking for the old Mushroom, the one that talks." She was poking around with a stick. She found the old Mushroom who groaned and turned away. Grandma shrugged, "I just wanted a conversation."

I then went back into the house and into the living room. An old school friend Katie was in there watching Hollyoaks. She laughed at me for only knowing the name of the skankiest one. I watched it for a bit but wasn't hugely interested.

I then went back into the garden to sit down with the rest of the party and have some food. Jack Davenport was talking to the old Mushroom, he looked quite scared when he returned. I asked him what was wrong.

"I'm being tested. Apparently I'm not worthy." He then went into the kitchen and started to cook the Christmas dinner. That was part of his test. I helped him and his eyes soon lit up when he pulled a packet from the cupboard.

"Oh, but we have chirozo and cheese twists!" he opened the oven and put them in. Everything was okay again.

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Sylar Dream

I was at the airport with Dad waiting to see him off on his way to Cuba. He needed some tobacco so we popped into a little shop just outside the airport. I was having a look around whilst Dad was talking to the shop keeper. When I looked up I realised it was Sylar. I freaked out a little bit as Dad gave him his card to pay for what he'd bought.

Sylar didn't have a chip and pin machine. It was all a bit dodgey.

"Dad, I don't think you should be doing that..." I said as I walked closer. There was then a flurry, a moment of blankness and it seemed like we were captured. Sylar walked us out of the shop, we went pretty quietly. He was then talking about a cigarette he was smoking.

"This is strawberry tabacco rolled in gold paper. I'm smoking about a million dollars worth of cigarette." He grinned widely before taking a drag. He then put his arm around me, holding me tightly, almost threateningly. He offered me the cigarette and I took it, taking a long drag, it tasted good as I inhaled. I was no longer scared, I felt special to be smoking an expensive cigarette.

Dad got away, Sylar let him go. Dad wasn't leaving me, helpless and alone. I was important and could clearly handle myself. I recall Sylar was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. I put my arm round him and can vividly remember the feel of his shirt and how slim he was.

I don't remember much else but there was a lot of running up an down stairs...

Lunch Time creativity - Unedited...

Tain stirred, her head was pounding and she felt as if she'd gone twenty rounds with a boxer. Slowly green eyes flicked open to reveal the scene around her. There has clearly been a party, not that Tain remembered such a thing. Slowly she dragged herself into a sitting position and looked around the living room, it seemed to be empty but there was still a stereo playing and plastic cups littered the floor. The brunette sighed and got to her feet, this was not her house and she had no idea how she'd arrived here. Her hangover explained the memory loss and the fact that it was such a good hangover meant that she must've had a good time. 

She exited the living room in search of an exit, she was fully clothed and wearing shoes so she presumed that she was ready to head home. This had happened before and she'd ended up in cities miles away from where she had originally started, if that was the case here then she wouldn't be happy. No doubt she'd gone to a club and been invited back to some sort of house party, that could've been a house party down the road or an hour's taxi ride away. for now there was no way of telling. Tain jumped as she reached the entrance hall of the house, lying in the middle of the floor was a young man, early twenties perhaps, he was covered in blood and clearly dead. It took a few moments to process but soon Tain had walked round him, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bottom of the stairs and was out of the house. 

Before she had time to think about what was going on she needed to get a good distance from the house, she was used to this sort of situation but never under these circumstances. In her line of work she'd always been more careful and would always ensure that she cleaned up after herself. In this case she had no idea whether the body in that house was down to a drunken fight between her and the man or someone else. Either way Tain needed to get away, it seemed to still be early morning, it was cold outside and the sun was just peaking over the rooftops. 

The area seemed to be mainly residential and not somewhere that Tain recognised. She walked for a little while, taking in the surroundings, how she felt and trying frantically to remember what had happened. She was dressed in black jeans and a black tank top, the relisation that she had a smear of blood, red blood, not her's, along her left arm possibly confirmed the fact that she'd played some part in the dead body that was lying in that house. Quickly she wiped of the blood and continued on her way, there were few cars around which was good but if the sun was anything to go by people would soon be rising and heading out to work.  

It was cold and Tain regretted not stealing some sort of coat from that place. The bottle of whiskey was half empty and even frequent swigs were doing little to keep her warm. Soon people would be bustling around and taking her for some sort of dishevled drunk that had failed to find their way home the previous evening. That was sort of true but it wasn't the sort of attention Tain needed. The area was slowly becoming more built up and people were emerging from their houses, jumping in cars and heading off. Tain had been walking for just under an hour and although the sun was higher in the sky it wasn't providing any sort of warmth. 

Tain dug one hand into her pocket and felt the soft caress of a note, she pulled it out and realised it was a £20. Now to find a bus or a taxi, a bus would be preferable she had little desire to tell a taxi driver where she lived. Plus a bus would give her some sort of indication as to where she was and where she would end up. 

Although she had been in London for a few years now she certainly didn't know every suburb. The fact that she couldn't see any high rise buildings suggested that she was quite a way out of the city. She could be walking for hours without seeing some sort of suitable transport, she had no phone and no jacket. What had she been thinking coming all this way out here? She used to pride herself on keeping a clear head when she was drunk and it wasn't often that there were gaps this vast in her memory. She finished off the last of the bottle and found herself pleasantly drunk once again, she wiped the neck of the bottle where she had been holding it on her shirt before throwing it into a nearby bin.  

Soon a bus stop loomed in front of her, some remnant of city life. It had a bench and a time table. The time table, however was somewhat useless as she didn't know what the time was. She sat herself down anyway and concluded, by the amounting number of cars, that it was around 7am. There, in theory, should be a bus in just under half an hour. A further study of the time table showed that the last stop on the bus route was Soho, that was thirty stops from her current location. That would take her straight home but would take almost two hours. Being a car driver Tain did not care to greatly for public transport, the tube was just about bearable but not a rush hour. She always needed control, especially over vehicles, she knew how each little intricacy worked in their engines and how they maneuvered, having a human in charge of that made her nervous. The haze that had been achieved from topping up her alcohol levels had dulled the headache and nausea of the hangover but had not succeeded in warming her up. Only huddling herself into the corner of the bench made any difference and then very little. People often talked about how hot and stuffy buses were and Tain hoped that those people were correct. A hot and stuffy bus may have been her only choice but it was sounding like a very good one. It turned out that it was actually earlier than Tain had anticipated, a clock somewhere far away struck seven times before leaving an eerie silence in the air. That meant that she still had half an hour to go until the bus arrived. That half an hour swung by, Tain sobered up and sat shivering as the bus pulled up. 

She paid the fare to Soho and sat herself at the back of a the bus right under a heater. Although she wouldn't have exactly called it hot on the vehicle it was much more bearable than the early morning cold of outside. Only a few minutes into the journey a police car whizzed past in the opposite direction, Tain wondered if someone had discovered the body. She didn't care about the life she may or may not have taken but she did care about getting caught. She could talk her way out of most situations and when she went about her work she cleaned up after herself. This had clearly been spontaneous, possibly self defence, she'd had no chance to clean up after herself. It was an unknown situation and that was a little scary.  

Soon the landscape started to look like the one she recognised and that was comforting, Soho soon rose up around her and the bus came to a halt. Tain hopped off the bus and headed in the direction of her bar where she hoped she'd find some way of getting in. Trying the door handle to the back of the bar she found that it was open and wondered if she had left it open or if she'd have to fire someone again. She was grateful for the warmth that hit her and looking around she soon reliased that everything was as it should be. No one had broken in. She made her way to the office only to see her bar manager asleep in the office chair, Tain couldn't help but smile. She moved to sit on the edge of the desk before leaning close to the sleeping female. "Ella," she whispered. The manager awoke with a start and Tain grinned, "It's almost ten, have you been here all night?" 

Ella gave Tain a wide grin when she realised who it was that was looming over her, "no I got in at nine, that night was catching up with me."  

The knowing smile that Tain then received made her wonder if she'd been drinking with Ella the previous night. "I have no idea what happened last night. I've spent most of this morning not knowing where the hell I was." She smiled although she didn't feel too proud of the fact that she remembered nothing. 

"I didn't see you after three, you were chatting to some guys."  

Tain rolled her eyes, "tell me about it later, I need to have a shower and get some sleep. I feel terrible. Don't open the bar until twelve if you want to rest." With that she got up and left.

Last Nights Dream

Now the details here are a little fuzzy so please bear with me. The first part I remember well, the rest will be a series of things I recall...

Alex and I were in bed (not in a sexual way, more of a sleep over sort of way.) I awoke then tried to wake Alex, she wouldn't awaken. I was shouting at her that she must wake up as we had a mission to go on. Spock then walked in... (Apparently Vulcans don't knock.)

Then our mission was something to do with flying through the narrow corridors of a gold structure (a pimped Death Star perhaps?) There was something wrong with Spock, something to do with the Pon Farr.

There was also a goblin, slash, X-wings, peril and a rescue.

Damn I wish I could remember.

Rules:
~ If you don't have at least 8 OCs I wouldn't recommend this meme
~ Add on questions to this meme! It will make it bigger!
~ Enjoy!


1) First list all your OCs by first name so we can see your list of all your wonderful OCs:
1. Fabian
2. Tain
3. Cahal
4. Corbin
5. Olivia
6. Sebastien
7. Lily
8. Brenton

2) Who is your favorite OC?
Tain

3) Who is your least favorite?
Probably Corbin, haven't worked with him for ages.

4) Who is your most developed?
Tain

5) Which OC would you want to date if they magically came to life?
Brenton

6) How many girl OCs do you have? Boy OCs? It OCs?
5 boys, 3 girls

7) If you were stuck in a burning building what do you think the third OC on your list would do?
He'd just get out, he doesn't fuss around

8) Name one thing you regret about one of your OCs.
Buying Cahal as a doll and the sculpt not working and now I feel a little detached from him.

9) Which of your OCs do you think would make the best father/mother/it parent out of all your OCs and why??
Lily because she's intelligent, responsible and rich

10) Which of your OCs do you think will most likely be put in jail?
Tain

11) The eighth of your OCs was put into the future! What will their job be?!?
Still a cop

12) Name the first OCs catch phrase!
He doesn't have one

13) Do all your OCs live together or are they separated?
They are all pretty much separate. Although Fabian and Sebastien live together in doll form.

14) Are there any pairings that are in your OC list? (they can't be with someone else's)
No

15) Your seventh OC switched bodies with you for a day! How will they react at the end of the day?
I think she'd enjoy living the hectic life of a PR bitch

16) Your last OC just became a fifteen year old. What do they do?
Have fun!

17) Now randomly select a person on your OC list. Who was it?
Olivia, she needs more recognition. I luff her.

18) That OC you just chose? Yeah they think they are superman (even if they are a girl) and are on the roof about to jump off.
Yup, she's drunk again.

19) Are any of your OCs bored of this meme?
Most of them, yeah.

20) Would your second OC prefer the beach or the mountains?
Beach, it is hotter there.

21) Would your 5th OC battle a shark?
Nooooo

22) Which OCs hate each other?
Fabian and Cahal never got on.

23) Which OC did you create first? And last?
Corbin First Lily Last

Where'd 24 go?
No idea?

25) And if those two were fighting, who would win?
Depends how drunk Corbin was.

26) Are your OCs fat or skinny?
Skinny

27) What are your first 2 OC's favorite foods?
Fabian Chocolate and Tain curry.

28) If your listed OCs were in a fight to the death, who would emerge victorious?
Tain

29) There's a zombie attack and your OCs are stranded. Who do they elect to be their leader?
Tain

30) During said zombie attack, who's the first to die?
Olivia

31) Which one of these OCs do you think would have the most fangirls/boys?
Sebastien

32) Okay, so does OC number four have any last thoughts?
Not really...

33) If possible, what's your characters' height?
Most males are above 6ft. Girls vary between 5'4 and 5'8

34) Can your characters dance?
Olivia certainly can.