I was in India helping some of my family to explore their heritage (none of my family really have Indian heritage.) We were looking round a really beautifully painted building. It had pillars, low ceilings and was exclusively made of stone.
We left the building to see some gates closing on a Muslim ceremony, all Muslims had to be within the gates and all non-muslims outside. As we weren't muslim we moved outside of the gates. My Dad wanted to know what was going on because our car and hotel were inside the gates.
He ran to the top of a watch tower and started shouting at the (white) guard. The guard pushed him and he fell all the way down these steep steps. I think the guard was going to shoot him but Dad sat up and broke the guy's neck.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
I was in Doctor Who
Tain, a character of mine who was created for the whoniverse, was in a big English mansion. The sort of thing you see in horror movies and murder mysteries. I was her so I will write this from first person point of view.
I ran through the mansion determined to get back to the Doctor, I didn't think there would be anything to hinder me. There were, loud, heavy foosteps behind me I turned just in time to see a hammer come down on me. The man wielding the huge hammer was dressed in armor, some sort of guard or soldier. Another blow with the hammer and I was unconscious.
When I awoke I was in the middle of an bare dark oak wood floor. The walls were paneled but the room was empty.
I left the room only to turn a corner and come across another guard. This time I was ready, I grabbed the guard by the shoulders and I think he was surprised at my strength. He soon crumpled to the floor and I continued on my way.
After a while without seeing anyone I tiptoed into a room. There were to guards near to where I'd walked in and two guarding a passage at the other end of the room.
I didn't fancy taking on four guards so snuck down the side of the room and up some stairs to the right of the passage way. One guard saw me and I dealt with her. I peered round the side of the stairs to see a large round ghost. Was it a boo? It was a boo, what the hell. I decided to run rather than deal with it. However, it started to come up the stairs. No amount of looking at it would make it stop.
The guards knew where I was. I ran around to another set of stairs that came down the other side of the passage. The guards had followed me so I could nip through and see what awaited me.
In front of me, down the passage, was a high ceilinged room apparently only blocked off by a metal bar just below head height. My hesitation meant the guards and boo were behind me, I dived under the bar and they didn't follow.
There were a few people in there and in the middle, on a large, curved sofa was the Doctor. I was pleased to see him. I sat between him and a half naked man with six arms. We were victorious.
I ran through the mansion determined to get back to the Doctor, I didn't think there would be anything to hinder me. There were, loud, heavy foosteps behind me I turned just in time to see a hammer come down on me. The man wielding the huge hammer was dressed in armor, some sort of guard or soldier. Another blow with the hammer and I was unconscious.
When I awoke I was in the middle of an bare dark oak wood floor. The walls were paneled but the room was empty.
I left the room only to turn a corner and come across another guard. This time I was ready, I grabbed the guard by the shoulders and I think he was surprised at my strength. He soon crumpled to the floor and I continued on my way.
After a while without seeing anyone I tiptoed into a room. There were to guards near to where I'd walked in and two guarding a passage at the other end of the room.
I didn't fancy taking on four guards so snuck down the side of the room and up some stairs to the right of the passage way. One guard saw me and I dealt with her. I peered round the side of the stairs to see a large round ghost. Was it a boo? It was a boo, what the hell. I decided to run rather than deal with it. However, it started to come up the stairs. No amount of looking at it would make it stop.
The guards knew where I was. I ran around to another set of stairs that came down the other side of the passage. The guards had followed me so I could nip through and see what awaited me.
In front of me, down the passage, was a high ceilinged room apparently only blocked off by a metal bar just below head height. My hesitation meant the guards and boo were behind me, I dived under the bar and they didn't follow.
There were a few people in there and in the middle, on a large, curved sofa was the Doctor. I was pleased to see him. I sat between him and a half naked man with six arms. We were victorious.
Monday, 1 March 2010
Discarded
Below is a excerpt from what I am lovingly calling my novel. In fact it is really an excerpt from the mess of ideas currently swirling around my head. This writing business is hard. I love these five paragraphs but alas the story will not work with them in.
Captain Matthews sat himself in front of Aidan and Kathryn. This was the part he’d always hated about bringing in new people from the surface. They sat there looking at him expectantly. He’d made friends with these people, helping them settle in during this week, aiding in their application to become part of the community. Now he had to break some difficult news.
“As you know space at the Sanctuary is limited. You understand that we can only accommodate those who can give something back to the community,” he was programmed to say all this. He’d done it more times than he liked to recall. The look Aidan and Kathryn then shared told Sam that they knew what was coming, neither of them were idiots.
“We’ve decided…” he hated have to put himself as part of the collective, he objected to this ruling, “that Aidan’s medical experience would be hugely useful in ensuring that those here stay fit and well and also in the event of any emergencies. He would need to stay with us.” Sam didn’t know if they would understand but Aidan now didn’t have a choice, he’d have to stay. Although Sam was supposed to turn a blind eye to how people were made to stay he wasn’t keen on being the one to deliver the news to these two. He knew Aidan well enough to know that he would not leave his sister.
“Unfortunately there is not room here for Kathryn. We will…” he didn’t get the chance to finish as Aidan stood up.
“Then we are both leaving,” snapped Aidan grabbing his sister by the hand.
Monday, 8 February 2010
Vintage Clothes, Big Ben and Peril
So, Ben and I were in London, we'd been to see a football match. He stayed behind to do some footbally things whilst I went shopping. I could see big Ben (that's the London clock not some dodgy nickname for my man) I was walking towards it but I couldn't for the life of me find it. So, i abandoned my search for it and decided to find some vintage clothing shops.
I stepped into one, it had a lot of modern clothes. Mostly hip-hop style but there was a small section for vintage. I picked out a few things but most of the collection was in stupidly small sizes. I hung out there for a while and eventually went to go and try something on. There was only one changing room available and two men stood outside, like bouncers. I went in and went to shut the curtain but they attacked me and said that I was bad mouthing the business.
Cut to me still looking at the vintage clothes like it had never happened.
I ring Ben to find out how long he is going to be and he says that he'll be there soon.
To my surprise in walk a load of Mundesley friends including two of my best friends Donna and Laura. They are having a party for one of the boys and are in London for some food and drinks. They are all quite broke so they sit down on the sofas in the vintage section and begin to prepare a load of appetizers to eat before they go to their meal.
A lady from the bar walks through (no idea why there was a bar in this shop...) and sees the huge table full of food. "You can't eat that in here, any food you eat has to be purchased here." She then proceeded to tell them about a pub across the road where they could eat their own food.
It was chucking it down with rain so I told Donna and Laura to grab a second hand umbrella from the shop. At first they said no but I persuaded them. I asked Donna if she wanted a purple one.
"No, purple makes me look old I'll have one that is black and blue."
I picked her out a black/blue umbrella and laura a pink/purple one. They all then went on their way and I stayed in the shop.
I stepped into one, it had a lot of modern clothes. Mostly hip-hop style but there was a small section for vintage. I picked out a few things but most of the collection was in stupidly small sizes. I hung out there for a while and eventually went to go and try something on. There was only one changing room available and two men stood outside, like bouncers. I went in and went to shut the curtain but they attacked me and said that I was bad mouthing the business.
Cut to me still looking at the vintage clothes like it had never happened.
I ring Ben to find out how long he is going to be and he says that he'll be there soon.
To my surprise in walk a load of Mundesley friends including two of my best friends Donna and Laura. They are having a party for one of the boys and are in London for some food and drinks. They are all quite broke so they sit down on the sofas in the vintage section and begin to prepare a load of appetizers to eat before they go to their meal.
A lady from the bar walks through (no idea why there was a bar in this shop...) and sees the huge table full of food. "You can't eat that in here, any food you eat has to be purchased here." She then proceeded to tell them about a pub across the road where they could eat their own food.
It was chucking it down with rain so I told Donna and Laura to grab a second hand umbrella from the shop. At first they said no but I persuaded them. I asked Donna if she wanted a purple one.
"No, purple makes me look old I'll have one that is black and blue."
I picked her out a black/blue umbrella and laura a pink/purple one. They all then went on their way and I stayed in the shop.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Kirk, Zombies, A Punto and a Rubber Duck
I was alone, climbing some stairs to get to a friend's flat where she was having a party. This friend was Effy from Skins. I climbed the stairs in a low ceilinged corridor, I then had the choice to go around to the right or straight up some more stairs in front of me. I called out for Effy and heard her voice around to the right. I went around, climbed more stairs, turned a corner, more stairs then opened the door and walked in. I saw a few people in the room before the dream faded out and I half woke up.
Upon getting back into a dream world I realised that I was now an extra in a sketch Stephen Fry was taking part in. We were in a queue for some fast food and the guy in front of us was being really annoying so Stephen was having a massive go at him until everyone was having a go.
We were then in another sketch, same fast food place but all of a sudden people started getting naked. All of them men. None were fit and this wasn't a sexy thing but they were naked and dancing a the side of the queue. One of them was all painted green, I was impressed by how he was /all/ green. The dream then flicked to that same staircase, I was going to Effy's party again. I was relieved to find out that I would finish the dream. It had been annoying it just fading out on me. I wanted a party.
I called out the same as before and went up to the right. Still, something was drawing me to the door in front of me. Something sinister. I ignored it and went to Effy's. Same thing again, I looked around at the people then the dream fizzled out. I was half awake again.
I got back to sleep and was in a hotel ready for some sort of conference. I was waiting at the lift when a couple in their 60's came to wait with me. We ended up chatting because the lift was taking ages. The man told me a story, here it is:
"We requested a wakeup call for this morning from one of the bell hops. The guy came into our room at seven am. I was in bed but, you know how it is when you sleep, the covers come off, you get hot. So he walked into the room and the covers weren't completely on me. I was, you know..." he made a gesture with his hand to signal that he'd had an erection.
In the dream this story was hiliarious but writing it down makes me feel a little sick.
That dream then fizzled out and once again I was on these stairs going to Effy's, I called out and ended up in her apartment. The door that was directly in front of me looking more inviting. I ignored it. Once again dream fizzled out and I woke up.
Upon falling back to sleep I was on my laptop in the garden of a really nice house. I was looking at my facebook pictures and realised I'd posted a dirty one of Ben. I took it down immediately. I then found that I had an email from my Mum entitled 'Frankie Porn' I didn't really want to know what it was. She then rang me asking how to add an attachment to her emails as whatever she'd done hadn't worked. I told her then moved on. I then received another email with all the Mundesley lot (my home village friends who I used to drink with) in an attached picture. They were in the pub clearly having a good time.
I then rang Mum to see if she had made the attachment work. She had. She then said something along the lines of "so it is you and Karen who are pregnant now."
I was like "WUT?"
I asked her how she knew I was pregnant when I didn't even know. She said she didn't want to tell me. I kept asking and she said it was because I was fat. *sigh*
I hung up on her only to ring her later on. "I want an abortion." I said simply.
"You'll have to make an abortion appointment."
"How do I do that?"
She then explained.
All of a sudden I was then at home on the sofa with Ben. I told him I was pregnant and he smiled. Actually smiled and I felt heartbroken as I told him I didn't want it and had booked an abortion appointment.
I then woke up and was so happy that I had done so! I hate dreams about being pregnant. I am nowhere near that point in my life. I fell asleep again and was in another, horribly vivid dream. I was standing by a small, sandy graveyard looking at some of the graves. There was one that said 'Adam Lloyd' - a friend of mine from Mundesley - I thought it couldn't be his grave and I got all scared. It took me a while to realise that it wasn't Adam's grave but someone who had been born in 1889. It was a relief.
I was taking photos of the graves. I had put down a yellow rubber duck in front of one of the graves that had a small mirror on it. I was getting reflective shots. I was with my friend Tim and Captain Kirk.
"Woah, can you see this?" Tim said
I turned around to see a loads of people just standing backs to us staring up a hill. Because we were already quite high up - I've no idea where we were but it wasn't England - we could see that there were loads of these people just standing. I took the opportunity to get a few photographs. On the last picture the flash went off. I thought nothing of it until the people started turning around.
Zombies.
Bloody zombies.
"In the car!" Tim shouted.
Kirk had ran into the graveyard to gather our stuff. "Get the rubber duck!" I told him and I know it was important to me. Kirk was ahead of me and handed me the duck.
We then piled into Tim's little blue Punto and off we went, running down a few zombies in the process.
We ended up away from the zombies and at a black of flats. I went in on my own only to realise that I was in the same staircase I'd been in during all the other little dreams. I was going to Effy's party again. I made the resolve to remember this dream, to concentrate on staying in the dream world. I tried to remember what it had all looked like so I could fill in the blanks if anything started fading out.
"Don't forget the guy on the sofa is wearing a sky blue jumpsuit." Kirk was behind me. I felt safe.
I called out to Effy and walked around the corner. The other door had no pull this time. I walked into the room. It all stayed solid for a few moment before it started flickering. I had to concentrate so hard to get it to stay where it was. It flickered but I kept it all there.
Once everything was staying solid, Kirk walked over to the window to look down at the gardens and street below. The garden he was looking into was the same one that I'd been in with my laptop earlier in the dream. I sat in a circle with Effy and her friends as we passed around a spliff. The spliff was somewhat soggy and floppy. Not good. I didn't have much.
I then picked up a small yellow t-shirt and realised it was important. Its importance had nothing to do with what it was but I knew I had a quest.
We then left Effy's and went back to Tim's car. Kirk got in and I was looking down the road feeling a bit strange. There were then sirens. The police were after us for running over the zombies. There wasn't time for me to sit in the back of the car. I opened the driver's side and half sat on the driver's seat with Tim. He was in charge of gears and pedals, I was steering.
Everything went a bit GTA, I had mini map in my peripheral vision, I could see the flashing blue and red lights. We drove fast and dangerous. We ended up on a motorway and were hitting a lot of cars. At one point it looked like we'd lost the back end of the car but we were okay. Soon we lost the police and pulled into a wide, seemingly abandoned driveway. We needed to rest.
Tim stayed in the car and Kirk picked the lock to the house, we went inside to gather supplies. As we were thinking about leaving. I realised the whole purpose of my quest. The t-shirt symbolised friendship between Kirk and James Norrington. I had to make sure they were reunited. I told Kirk this and he nodded, he wanted to desperately to be reunited but it was too dangerous to go back to Effy's house.
I told him that we'd be able to make it. He smiled then nodded. We quickly left the house and as we were getting into Tim's car a van pulled up. It was the owner of the house. He quickly realised his house had been broken into and that we were the culprits. He started shouting for someone to catch us.
The way we had to get out of the drive was by driving around the back of the house. We had to drive between bollards. It was tricky and we had to take it slow. Kirk handed me a gun. It was a shiny silver FNP .45 ACP handgun. It was so beautiful.
"Wave it around as if you are going to shoot, it should stop them from pursuing us."
I undid my window and I began to shoot. It was different from running over the zombies. These were people coming out of their houses to help the man. I shot them. I missed a few times but I got some hits. They were looking directly at me as I killed them.
We eventually drove through all the bollards and get back onto the main road. It was deserted now. No people, no zombies. We had to stop as a jaguar had set up camp in the middle of the road. It growled at us. There was a mum jaguar and a dad jaguar and a little baby.
We got out of the car to sort of move them along. Instead the mum jaguar launched itself at me grabbing my gun hand. I used my last two shots to shoot it in the head. I then grabbed baby jaguar and slammed it on the ground. Dad jaguar took a bit more to kill. IT was brutal. I hated myself.
We were on the road again and we knew that wild animals were moving into the towns and cities taking over where humans had left off. Effy's apartment was no longer safe but we had to get back there for James Norrington. We reached the apartment. Once again Kirk and I went up the stairs. We went around to the right and up more stairs. I asked Kirk to check for jaguars.
He peeked around the corner. "Jaguars" he said simply. I darted around the corner and grabbed the adult one, then signaled for Kirk to open the little window in the corridor. He did and I threw the angry cat out. We walked past its babies and I felt horrible again.
Walking into the apartment Effy was no longer there but James Norrington, dressed modernly and looking beautiful, was there. He and Kirk embraced and then kissed.
I then woke up.
Upon getting back into a dream world I realised that I was now an extra in a sketch Stephen Fry was taking part in. We were in a queue for some fast food and the guy in front of us was being really annoying so Stephen was having a massive go at him until everyone was having a go.
We were then in another sketch, same fast food place but all of a sudden people started getting naked. All of them men. None were fit and this wasn't a sexy thing but they were naked and dancing a the side of the queue. One of them was all painted green, I was impressed by how he was /all/ green. The dream then flicked to that same staircase, I was going to Effy's party again. I was relieved to find out that I would finish the dream. It had been annoying it just fading out on me. I wanted a party.
I called out the same as before and went up to the right. Still, something was drawing me to the door in front of me. Something sinister. I ignored it and went to Effy's. Same thing again, I looked around at the people then the dream fizzled out. I was half awake again.
I got back to sleep and was in a hotel ready for some sort of conference. I was waiting at the lift when a couple in their 60's came to wait with me. We ended up chatting because the lift was taking ages. The man told me a story, here it is:
"We requested a wakeup call for this morning from one of the bell hops. The guy came into our room at seven am. I was in bed but, you know how it is when you sleep, the covers come off, you get hot. So he walked into the room and the covers weren't completely on me. I was, you know..." he made a gesture with his hand to signal that he'd had an erection.
In the dream this story was hiliarious but writing it down makes me feel a little sick.
That dream then fizzled out and once again I was on these stairs going to Effy's, I called out and ended up in her apartment. The door that was directly in front of me looking more inviting. I ignored it. Once again dream fizzled out and I woke up.
Upon falling back to sleep I was on my laptop in the garden of a really nice house. I was looking at my facebook pictures and realised I'd posted a dirty one of Ben. I took it down immediately. I then found that I had an email from my Mum entitled 'Frankie Porn' I didn't really want to know what it was. She then rang me asking how to add an attachment to her emails as whatever she'd done hadn't worked. I told her then moved on. I then received another email with all the Mundesley lot (my home village friends who I used to drink with) in an attached picture. They were in the pub clearly having a good time.
I then rang Mum to see if she had made the attachment work. She had. She then said something along the lines of "so it is you and Karen who are pregnant now."
I was like "WUT?"
I asked her how she knew I was pregnant when I didn't even know. She said she didn't want to tell me. I kept asking and she said it was because I was fat. *sigh*
I hung up on her only to ring her later on. "I want an abortion." I said simply.
"You'll have to make an abortion appointment."
"How do I do that?"
She then explained.
All of a sudden I was then at home on the sofa with Ben. I told him I was pregnant and he smiled. Actually smiled and I felt heartbroken as I told him I didn't want it and had booked an abortion appointment.
I then woke up and was so happy that I had done so! I hate dreams about being pregnant. I am nowhere near that point in my life. I fell asleep again and was in another, horribly vivid dream. I was standing by a small, sandy graveyard looking at some of the graves. There was one that said 'Adam Lloyd' - a friend of mine from Mundesley - I thought it couldn't be his grave and I got all scared. It took me a while to realise that it wasn't Adam's grave but someone who had been born in 1889. It was a relief.
I was taking photos of the graves. I had put down a yellow rubber duck in front of one of the graves that had a small mirror on it. I was getting reflective shots. I was with my friend Tim and Captain Kirk.
"Woah, can you see this?" Tim said
I turned around to see a loads of people just standing backs to us staring up a hill. Because we were already quite high up - I've no idea where we were but it wasn't England - we could see that there were loads of these people just standing. I took the opportunity to get a few photographs. On the last picture the flash went off. I thought nothing of it until the people started turning around.
Zombies.
Bloody zombies.
"In the car!" Tim shouted.
Kirk had ran into the graveyard to gather our stuff. "Get the rubber duck!" I told him and I know it was important to me. Kirk was ahead of me and handed me the duck.
We then piled into Tim's little blue Punto and off we went, running down a few zombies in the process.
We ended up away from the zombies and at a black of flats. I went in on my own only to realise that I was in the same staircase I'd been in during all the other little dreams. I was going to Effy's party again. I made the resolve to remember this dream, to concentrate on staying in the dream world. I tried to remember what it had all looked like so I could fill in the blanks if anything started fading out.
"Don't forget the guy on the sofa is wearing a sky blue jumpsuit." Kirk was behind me. I felt safe.
I called out to Effy and walked around the corner. The other door had no pull this time. I walked into the room. It all stayed solid for a few moment before it started flickering. I had to concentrate so hard to get it to stay where it was. It flickered but I kept it all there.
Once everything was staying solid, Kirk walked over to the window to look down at the gardens and street below. The garden he was looking into was the same one that I'd been in with my laptop earlier in the dream. I sat in a circle with Effy and her friends as we passed around a spliff. The spliff was somewhat soggy and floppy. Not good. I didn't have much.
I then picked up a small yellow t-shirt and realised it was important. Its importance had nothing to do with what it was but I knew I had a quest.
We then left Effy's and went back to Tim's car. Kirk got in and I was looking down the road feeling a bit strange. There were then sirens. The police were after us for running over the zombies. There wasn't time for me to sit in the back of the car. I opened the driver's side and half sat on the driver's seat with Tim. He was in charge of gears and pedals, I was steering.
Everything went a bit GTA, I had mini map in my peripheral vision, I could see the flashing blue and red lights. We drove fast and dangerous. We ended up on a motorway and were hitting a lot of cars. At one point it looked like we'd lost the back end of the car but we were okay. Soon we lost the police and pulled into a wide, seemingly abandoned driveway. We needed to rest.
Tim stayed in the car and Kirk picked the lock to the house, we went inside to gather supplies. As we were thinking about leaving. I realised the whole purpose of my quest. The t-shirt symbolised friendship between Kirk and James Norrington. I had to make sure they were reunited. I told Kirk this and he nodded, he wanted to desperately to be reunited but it was too dangerous to go back to Effy's house.
I told him that we'd be able to make it. He smiled then nodded. We quickly left the house and as we were getting into Tim's car a van pulled up. It was the owner of the house. He quickly realised his house had been broken into and that we were the culprits. He started shouting for someone to catch us.
The way we had to get out of the drive was by driving around the back of the house. We had to drive between bollards. It was tricky and we had to take it slow. Kirk handed me a gun. It was a shiny silver FNP .45 ACP handgun. It was so beautiful.
"Wave it around as if you are going to shoot, it should stop them from pursuing us."
I undid my window and I began to shoot. It was different from running over the zombies. These were people coming out of their houses to help the man. I shot them. I missed a few times but I got some hits. They were looking directly at me as I killed them.
We eventually drove through all the bollards and get back onto the main road. It was deserted now. No people, no zombies. We had to stop as a jaguar had set up camp in the middle of the road. It growled at us. There was a mum jaguar and a dad jaguar and a little baby.
We got out of the car to sort of move them along. Instead the mum jaguar launched itself at me grabbing my gun hand. I used my last two shots to shoot it in the head. I then grabbed baby jaguar and slammed it on the ground. Dad jaguar took a bit more to kill. IT was brutal. I hated myself.
We were on the road again and we knew that wild animals were moving into the towns and cities taking over where humans had left off. Effy's apartment was no longer safe but we had to get back there for James Norrington. We reached the apartment. Once again Kirk and I went up the stairs. We went around to the right and up more stairs. I asked Kirk to check for jaguars.
He peeked around the corner. "Jaguars" he said simply. I darted around the corner and grabbed the adult one, then signaled for Kirk to open the little window in the corridor. He did and I threw the angry cat out. We walked past its babies and I felt horrible again.
Walking into the apartment Effy was no longer there but James Norrington, dressed modernly and looking beautiful, was there. He and Kirk embraced and then kissed.
I then woke up.
Thursday, 17 December 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
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.
"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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