tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30540162512354532892024-02-06T19:51:21.911-08:00Overcoming The HazeRachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-89739855932524988602011-06-27T12:43:00.000-07:002011-06-27T12:43:49.016-07:00My New Story~ My Life at a Later DateHey guys, I have the intro up for my new story, "My Life at a Later Date". I hope that you guys will read it! <a href="http://mylifeatalaterdate.blogspot.com/2011/06/synopsis-table-of-content.html">Here</a> is the synopsis.<br />
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Starring Jezabelle Evans, the daughter of Rachelle and Alex.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUvE1K8XQi0T9iDM28BchFd3VO71l-OaL8szHAzGAemcQQp2N97YRFDKOWovGXyAAIbUTw_Yqxhyphenhyphen8qc9I8D2DLQ-9oQ1aixbfsYdMTdpK13dDiwpQVQnWLJBoIPExusJ5N6PcGDORc4I/s1600/Screenshot-192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUvE1K8XQi0T9iDM28BchFd3VO71l-OaL8szHAzGAemcQQp2N97YRFDKOWovGXyAAIbUTw_Yqxhyphenhyphen8qc9I8D2DLQ-9oQ1aixbfsYdMTdpK13dDiwpQVQnWLJBoIPExusJ5N6PcGDORc4I/s640/Screenshot-192.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-5630715902882514492011-06-27T08:51:00.000-07:002011-06-27T08:51:59.286-07:00Chapter 23 (last chapter :()<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Note for Tess and Katie: I would love to help! Just comment with your email and I'll help as best as I can.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmAzeP9YCV3vEXaa1ZIHkNCk2RL1OO14_DVzrHgtlGYoFTDHzsYrQtehdQoVRh0MZ-Gt3SXfKWZCULsiVbXOAA7aNwPpxYTKHlRNfX77CKrwfdeQdx6kO6CQS59vzdoMOvHMGMuaUBOo/s1600/Screenshot-161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmAzeP9YCV3vEXaa1ZIHkNCk2RL1OO14_DVzrHgtlGYoFTDHzsYrQtehdQoVRh0MZ-Gt3SXfKWZCULsiVbXOAA7aNwPpxYTKHlRNfX77CKrwfdeQdx6kO6CQS59vzdoMOvHMGMuaUBOo/s640/Screenshot-161.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been a few months. A few very strange, fast months. Xander (it's weird to call my clone that-the guy that looks at me..), is on the move. He is trying to find a place to live with Marina. It's almost as if he's scared that Leonora is going to find him. But I <em>can't </em>blame him. Because I would feel that way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, hold on. I'm getting a ring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'That's right, you can't blame me because this is exactly what you would do. We're alike not only in our DNA, but the environment has played only the smallest factor in my personality. Because I could read your mind and I was there with you at all times in a way, I am almost not even my own person. We are clones as much as possible.'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's the explanation for you, courtesy of my clone that knew exactly what I was thinking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Seems you're going to gain more of your own personality now that you're on your own-with Marina-and not 'with me' at all times.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Yes, I suspect so. The environment certainly plays a factor now. But remember, no matter what, you will never again be alone again. I am always with you in thoughts-literally.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My clone speaks the truth. He is with me whenever I want to 'talk' with him, but I also have Rachelle now. It's nice that someone else besides 'me' gets me (that would be sad if only <em>I</em> got me).</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCc989wCLyzMOEAoQxt245rFIzqlitIXSO6tO2OiU52QTg4Z53uBGD1yW9M6hgbTCgKziLufzvYxRSznVXPYspbt-vO37E7LxfS2qYqfMJZR57eKvsD6yG_4xgzGTKqWYOEJ1OG630uE/s1600/Screenshot-181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCc989wCLyzMOEAoQxt245rFIzqlitIXSO6tO2OiU52QTg4Z53uBGD1yW9M6hgbTCgKziLufzvYxRSznVXPYspbt-vO37E7LxfS2qYqfMJZR57eKvsD6yG_4xgzGTKqWYOEJ1OG630uE/s640/Screenshot-181.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle has been coming to my house a lot over the past few months, most weekends in fact. When Jeff and Marshall first saw her, they sorta just stared at her a while. It wasn't an 'Oh ma freakin llama look at that hotness' stare, it was an 'um...okay...' stare. Later they told me that she was pretty but 'not the type that they usually go for.' I never knew that Marshall and Jeff could speak such true words! They much prefer the stick skinny, non-weird types. But I don't really care about the size (okay fine, I don't want a hippo for a girlfriend, but certainly not a stick figure either).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mK1oqadI63rfhcFfSmZs5mRxXZCtSFNojc0CzQce7_FrodiqB9MTRl5DS-mBK6Cz26RetMmjA8uj39uYPO2qQUuMh4K2PR-kzJAu7LlnrsAeDSiyvEM0z9hMPBPwOv0R9V1rtBaWo2A/s1600/Screenshot-162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mK1oqadI63rfhcFfSmZs5mRxXZCtSFNojc0CzQce7_FrodiqB9MTRl5DS-mBK6Cz26RetMmjA8uj39uYPO2qQUuMh4K2PR-kzJAu7LlnrsAeDSiyvEM0z9hMPBPwOv0R9V1rtBaWo2A/s640/Screenshot-162.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't want to tell everyone that I had a clone. Who knows what they could think what they could <em>do</em> once they discover the impossible is true (and that's considering that they'd believe me, which isn't like me, they'd just give me a look!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My grandparents already knew, and I would tell my parents and maybe my uncle. Eventually. After all, I knew that they would believe me because according to my grandparents, they've gone through some pretty insane things in their lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle hadn't been through <em>those</em> things, but she has been sharing dreams with me for about six months, and she has seen my clone...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We hang in my room a lot. Not to do you know what, but just hang and talk. Neither of us are terrified of the bedroom anymore (surely you remember the dream?), we don't want to have sex until after mirage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, so...um. You remember those dreams when there were two me's in them?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course I do. Yeah?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And how he was always tellin me that he was real outside of the dream world just like you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She raised an eyebrow, but nodded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah-turns out he is real. I found him one day...he's my clone. It's genuine."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided I would only tell her about the clone part, not the Leonora and Marina part..a guy's gotta keep his secrets! Besides-I knew how to prove it with my clone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You're funny Alex, you know that?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR2SPGk_WugZP5KIjNBNNTFF5pYeZs3-DpJlTcRDiawOEZR60MB893TZ3dC-3uLLPq1Z8r9mT6BV2cBZM7ghBdHOz-yINCKU8qJfYoxRP31QrArGdrFefRz0xR3eEkIGLLX_YwLdEvEw/s1600/Screenshot-163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR2SPGk_WugZP5KIjNBNNTFF5pYeZs3-DpJlTcRDiawOEZR60MB893TZ3dC-3uLLPq1Z8r9mT6BV2cBZM7ghBdHOz-yINCKU8qJfYoxRP31QrArGdrFefRz0xR3eEkIGLLX_YwLdEvEw/s640/Screenshot-163.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then, I called for Xander in my head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'I listen to ya Alex, I listen to ya. I have the perfect solution! Tell her I'm going to call in two seconds, I'll call right after you're done saying it. She would have to believe then! With the dreams and this, it's fool-proof! You've never lied to her before anyway.'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Okay Rachelle, you don't believe me? He's going to call me in two seconds. You can say hi to him on the phone."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, just like he said, my cell phone rang two seconds later. I gave Rachelle my phone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After five seconds, she mumbled a 'hi', and stared at the cell phone with the biggest eyes I've ever seen her make-well, probably the biggest eyes I've ever seen anyone make.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She hung up the phone. "Holy crapoli. You are no liar, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No, no I am not."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgnbuHgqeyQXD1jVws5dHF_0SKuGvmy4RVWHdlZS0IbBHAjobWJya78SYmvDM5ZGoSXRgWdXg_wxLae9t4sj3Yc0NUl0RoFl3PfoaXjk3Pa-3OQ4b-1MU47vqy-_xEFu3ReAM390qPxU/s1600/Screenshot-166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgnbuHgqeyQXD1jVws5dHF_0SKuGvmy4RVWHdlZS0IbBHAjobWJya78SYmvDM5ZGoSXRgWdXg_wxLae9t4sj3Yc0NUl0RoFl3PfoaXjk3Pa-3OQ4b-1MU47vqy-_xEFu3ReAM390qPxU/s640/Screenshot-166.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One day we went to my cousin Stephan's wedding. He was getting married to a girl named Judith-a very skinny blonde woman. She's okay I guess, awfully nice, but she just looks plastic to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But seeing the way they kissed each other on being man and wife just made me smile. Maybe I'm just a hidden romantic that never got what he wanted until recently. I couldn't help but think about Rachelle and me's wedding. I knew it would happen, it's just a matter of when. We are so compatible that we have shared dreams together on a regular basis! Can't get any better than that.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7I46thdcGoQ5wSqLvClLPIcBTdN09jHZi0DUf4Lpap2aZ4UtI8k0UJFKFEzYKJnxrZys2rmvefdGdsS0ozTE_9jYhTIhJjMyioZ21ZlRQ4ZM7OkxOjZYhImvJBP5nhLjKdUyIz6JXC44/s1600/Screenshot-168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7I46thdcGoQ5wSqLvClLPIcBTdN09jHZi0DUf4Lpap2aZ4UtI8k0UJFKFEzYKJnxrZys2rmvefdGdsS0ozTE_9jYhTIhJjMyioZ21ZlRQ4ZM7OkxOjZYhImvJBP5nhLjKdUyIz6JXC44/s640/Screenshot-168.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once the ceremony was over, Rachelle and I went over to talk with my parents. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey mom and dad! I would like you to meet Rachelle, the girl I was telling you about."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They both looked at her and smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, Rachelle!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Nice to meet you guys too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So far so good. The parents aren't showing any baby pictures to her yet-but oh yeah, that's right. That's why I wanted them to meet her here! They don't have any pictures with them, and they can't embarrass me so much with people around!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What do you do for a living, Rachelle?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm a teacher. I teach little second graders. I love kids."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What a nice career! Is it a lot of hard work?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I suppose so, but it's worth it. I love to see the kids' faces everyday, and watch them grow and learn. I've always had a knack for teaching, I guess. I wasn't exactly a tutor-but I probably could've been."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My parents talked to Rachelle and I for a good forty five minutes. I could tell that they really liked Rachelle! But I wanted to talk to uncle Otto about my clone..I could tell my parents another time. After all, my uncle is more likely to believe me than they are since Xander has confronted him once.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq5obgqp2MVRjDMKymPwyMaz0J0gyqWeOVo8uypOmv0mcjhNX_XSS1OvS-_uwxBmIJBV8yToLSMl7i3lExvUov_1wLcU0KBQ5gRWjGvIcdTeNFMS3A29pF-wxgC0SF6iww2O67ClSrUw/s1600/Screenshot-169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq5obgqp2MVRjDMKymPwyMaz0J0gyqWeOVo8uypOmv0mcjhNX_XSS1OvS-_uwxBmIJBV8yToLSMl7i3lExvUov_1wLcU0KBQ5gRWjGvIcdTeNFMS3A29pF-wxgC0SF6iww2O67ClSrUw/s640/Screenshot-169.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey uncle Otto. This is Rachelle."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He beamed at her. "Ah, so this is the girl I've been hearin' about!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>How can my uncle possibly be more embarrasing than my parents?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But Rachelle just beamed right back at him, "Oh, so Alex has been talking about me, has he?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looked in my direction with an amusing expression.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uncle Otto himself looked amused, at Rachelle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, Alex. You don't have to get red! I've been talking about you too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She barely got red at that statement. Sometimes she doesn't seem as red-prone as me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey uncle Otto-what happened that one day when 'I' came to visit your house?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He laughed. "Why do you want a recount of our visit?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Because that wasn't me-it was my clone."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He laughed even harder. "Yeah, that's what you tried to tell me. But I wouldn't fall for it. You think you're so funny Alex!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No, I'm serious."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Xander and I did the same thing as I did with Rachelle. It was just a good thing that we were on the edge of the party!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh my gosh Alex-I'm sorry to have doubted you. If you excuse me, I have to use the boy's room."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was literally shaking! It was as if learning the impossible made him extra jittery!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHP-_KOvoSq4JzENhsx9ZR2RzKJtLqffW_EUM0_Xf3INA8KhwPYyIklszCnODYUlQazv_AgFWE1xcsh3Gx4ip9vQe1kU6TKQ6rf80oO340sXmT5B4bf2HnqKTNo-DI-AuSeTih1YCm8w/s1600/Screenshot-170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHP-_KOvoSq4JzENhsx9ZR2RzKJtLqffW_EUM0_Xf3INA8KhwPYyIklszCnODYUlQazv_AgFWE1xcsh3Gx4ip9vQe1kU6TKQ6rf80oO340sXmT5B4bf2HnqKTNo-DI-AuSeTih1YCm8w/s640/Screenshot-170.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later, Stephan cut the cake and Judith watched him. It was so cute seeing the way that they looked at each other. It just brought a smile right to my face! He wanted to smash cake in her face, but he wouldn't let her. I think he was only joking because I mean, come on. My goody two shoes uncle doing that to his bride? <em>Puh-lease.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdtE2nJsvYg_xdHPEp0rIlx408Fq0Nb3wvw-9sgGICsLxZ61cdmdT0NQtmGTWYi1ysYUoTw4iJE6JuJPFXqID-6-R8tHF2Qc0BLnAD2MJ9Tf3hixo_GclqTd1JFn0L-k9mLTcFC758A8/s1600/Screenshot-171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdtE2nJsvYg_xdHPEp0rIlx408Fq0Nb3wvw-9sgGICsLxZ61cdmdT0NQtmGTWYi1ysYUoTw4iJE6JuJPFXqID-6-R8tHF2Qc0BLnAD2MJ9Tf3hixo_GclqTd1JFn0L-k9mLTcFC758A8/s640/Screenshot-171.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle really loved that cake! She is nothing like the date that only eats salads when you're with them. She's perfectly comfortable eating what she wants, and I admire that. Heck, she acts how she wants whenever she wants. Her goofy, weird self that I love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She chowed down that cake to ever last crumb, scraping it off the plate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You like that cake, huh Rachelle?" I laughed. I've been doing that a lot these past few months.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yes, I love cake. Especially chocolate chocolate. You remember that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh, so I have a hint now to make cake?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Get used to that Alex, Marina always wants me to buy her ice cream!'</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxbJ5PAfyDlEr6Ctn-ApivIn6P9cgyHu1ljS1KH-SiTSBJHKxGKFa-DUfhE-XPHYYpSqLh4o32d6eyaAaW1l6wJSPqNfjH_bdQp2SLmvBeuaFKxRcOxv6Oqtg61XXZhXYn-gGNuYPNGM/s1600/Screenshot-172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxbJ5PAfyDlEr6Ctn-ApivIn6P9cgyHu1ljS1KH-SiTSBJHKxGKFa-DUfhE-XPHYYpSqLh4o32d6eyaAaW1l6wJSPqNfjH_bdQp2SLmvBeuaFKxRcOxv6Oqtg61XXZhXYn-gGNuYPNGM/s640/Screenshot-172.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later, Rachelle and I got groovy on the dance floor. That's right, I said groovy. Rachelle has really gotten me into saying any word that I feel like at the moment. I'm not really into what people think of me, but Rachelle is that way even more than I am!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle was no shy lady when she was dancing. At first she just did the basic dance moves by me, but then she started to do some funkier moves around me. I would try to step in. By the end, she was moving away from me from the dance floor! She was doing a lot of moving steps. She has a really different dancing style! Which is good. Better than okay. That's what she and I are about!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZgdK2sZvNRYmlr85HYaOmg_O_cQZQ83-4xscRNEQ8EDIR33zvFrcjttt32yVc__zoueD3yDLus-qjrhd1xHdSEdBnPLJde_RmBS8XbVaZ5YsyxEjEPqeMzCgenQa6xuoT3cQHj-LsFA/s1600/Screenshot-173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZgdK2sZvNRYmlr85HYaOmg_O_cQZQ83-4xscRNEQ8EDIR33zvFrcjttt32yVc__zoueD3yDLus-qjrhd1xHdSEdBnPLJde_RmBS8XbVaZ5YsyxEjEPqeMzCgenQa6xuoT3cQHj-LsFA/s640/Screenshot-173.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When it was getting late, I took Rachelle to a secluded part of the venue. This time, her hands were getting a little sweaty, she was nervous for something. But the walk was beautiful-flowers everywhere!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were mostly being quiet with our walk, admiring nature and the sunset.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7Bo68zjjGrbMNtkRLZYatjAu0DWvnm2FQtso-fUSNM8BLhskcQAO26xQv1iSIDbArPTvzesn-6qz4FAB0FP7_D9mE0W9iqC8eEXFYOherrPA5_6-IAk2tuRhY9SRM_-vicXdQ6v8DKw/s1600/Screenshot-174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7Bo68zjjGrbMNtkRLZYatjAu0DWvnm2FQtso-fUSNM8BLhskcQAO26xQv1iSIDbArPTvzesn-6qz4FAB0FP7_D9mE0W9iqC8eEXFYOherrPA5_6-IAk2tuRhY9SRM_-vicXdQ6v8DKw/s640/Screenshot-174.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We found a little rocker on our journey, and we sat on it looking at the pond.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I held her close. I was warm wherever her curves touched my body.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's so beautiful tonight", Rachelle can be silent sometimes, but at other times it seems to be hard for her to keep it so quiet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Almost as beautiful as you." The most cliche term in the book, but at least it works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle smiled shyly at me, and leaned into me more. That was better than a thank you or a reciprocal reply.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I love you, Alex."<br />
"I love you too Rachelle. More than anyone I've ever loved."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We haven't ever exchanged I love you's, but I think we knew that we loved each other long ago-on the first day that we officially met. It was never necessary to speak the words, but tonight was the perfect night. Love was in the air.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbM7UwshZlffF6F2ecnbzGKK-3ymg7sxr0KGCv9eVycWEp66adcpfYTqSaS_Unm2T6sCqcCO0k0l3J7jofXUa9zNbRgXw8ghT0C4syT6HyjOhrcimKIaLpBi8-hPK8BDcapk0Lvw_vTes/s1600/Screenshot-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbM7UwshZlffF6F2ecnbzGKK-3ymg7sxr0KGCv9eVycWEp66adcpfYTqSaS_Unm2T6sCqcCO0k0l3J7jofXUa9zNbRgXw8ghT0C4syT6HyjOhrcimKIaLpBi8-hPK8BDcapk0Lvw_vTes/s640/Screenshot-175.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I held her as close as I could, and I kissed her hard. One kiss after another. Her lips were so warm and perfect tonight. Our lips went in perfect rhythm. Our tongues colliding just enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I leaned into the kisses. I put my arm around her, she touched my hand. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I can't put it in any other terms. Everything about this evening was going absolutely perfectly-I couldn't hope for anything better.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAxarN13w5i46bmlPjaZ0QD4aM0oTKEnZnEMRWwZCAQPwIkn7xl2fqstC47BS4zQb3eRo_bKIFB90UuSV_aE3wZiUFDUboZ7RhBBGK2u_iyE8o5nnrXp0WIV3yjqEHm519M0K0NVfHiU/s1600/Screenshot-176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAxarN13w5i46bmlPjaZ0QD4aM0oTKEnZnEMRWwZCAQPwIkn7xl2fqstC47BS4zQb3eRo_bKIFB90UuSV_aE3wZiUFDUboZ7RhBBGK2u_iyE8o5nnrXp0WIV3yjqEHm519M0K0NVfHiU/s640/Screenshot-176.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We both decided to watch the stars after making out for about ten minutes straight.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As I looked at her, I was confirmed that she was the one. I wasn't told just then that she was the one, I think I knew all along.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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"You speak the truth."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's why I love science fiction books. I love to think about the future-what could be. It's also nice that they're relatively unpredictable. But I seriously believe that in the future, it won't all be fiction."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds interesting. Maybe I should read a science ficion book."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You should."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUUnnjI5jhYPM5TdO28iSP8ea5LknC49grVSC6TCzaicQdnhTxJoZ8Qqwq_OdOIh7zpbZ-E1zC0T6BSbvjyB9gBGj6KG66FS9ICTEm2IfzGZ3XOX1cB6SvB13Nf63QLp6O1XraTALqlA/s640/Screenshot-178.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We both got up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Perfect time.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got down on one knee, and I pulled out the ring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Rachelle, I love you so much, llama knows. I knew right from the second I first laid eyes on you that you were the one. These past few months have confirmed that. You are perfect for me-you are a real catch. I could never find a girl as perfect for me as you. I could wait longer, but that would just be stalling the inevitable. We were meant to be together. Will you marry me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She covered her mouth and her eyes enlarged.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6HJu9UEL6kw3HPX96k53Tghb4ajVpZJwqLoMVLETgRObe4oFMO7EFoG0jMJtLZnMA5wkBVGXUItfZLCviIHFv0TisbIaxTBc1sZJnGxm0dGIf5tyvKEjJz9jzJqcjC6y04Ua6LLUBF4Y/s1600/Screenshot-179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6HJu9UEL6kw3HPX96k53Tghb4ajVpZJwqLoMVLETgRObe4oFMO7EFoG0jMJtLZnMA5wkBVGXUItfZLCviIHFv0TisbIaxTBc1sZJnGxm0dGIf5tyvKEjJz9jzJqcjC6y04Ua6LLUBF4Y/s640/Screenshot-179.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She didn't say anything, but accepted the ring as I slid it on her finger, and she went in to hug me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You know, I'm not really a hugger. But I am with you now," she whispered in my ear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was just grinning from ear to ear as I held her. My life couldn't be any more perfect, now. It was only six months ago that I was in despair wanting something interseting in my life. I have overcome the haze in my life-and even in my dreams somewhat. They are only becoming more clear and more interesting, thanks to Rachelle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will be starting a new story soon, and I hope that you guys will read it! It will star their daughter. I'll post here when I have the intro done :).</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-70906696286087992002011-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:002011-06-24T20:34:05.436-07:00Chapter 22<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MFVoaJcH8TnqMmvmR-HREgApvXiwIS2J24y_GOZJ7DX1NliES960OG82dlWjtOuBzQV_9BGJwthSb3aRHrEUUcVeiEn8CsxCMVdN5tx1ntA1SBWTrkHUU4eNl4xGSTWazIqa7244H9E/s1600/Screenshot-155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MFVoaJcH8TnqMmvmR-HREgApvXiwIS2J24y_GOZJ7DX1NliES960OG82dlWjtOuBzQV_9BGJwthSb3aRHrEUUcVeiEn8CsxCMVdN5tx1ntA1SBWTrkHUU4eNl4xGSTWazIqa7244H9E/s640/Screenshot-155.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I quickly made it home, I wasn't quite sure how my friends would treat my grandparents. They're not exactly nursing home material if you catch my drift.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, when I got there, I quickly found my grandparents on the love seat, and my friends were no where in sight. It's almost like they're scared of old people! Most likely they let them in (it's not like they have a key to our house), and 'convieniently had to leave'. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, sorry if it took me a while. I'm here now! How are you guys?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm not sure. We'll be good once we determine that you're good, Alex. What's up with Marina? You havin lady troubles?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hesitated. I suppose that is what it is in a way, but really it's much more than that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-it's hard to explain. I know where she lives, I think it would be best if we'd survey this at her place."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know that sounded really weird and kinda creepy. What kind of a guy brings their grandparents to any woman's house? None that I know of. But I can't exactly tell them the truth, that she is a sick vampire that changes into this beautiful girl and makes me fall for her, but only when I see her. Yeah, they're gonna believe that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They both looked confused, but I think they went with it because they trust me. "Okay, if that's what it takes, Alex. We both want to help you, however it takes."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am just a lucky guy that I wasn't being asked twenty questions!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I heard the doorbell ring. "It's okay, I get it. You guys can stay here."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But they followed after me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJvireWbp8AnTe2lBDbaPo9tpKfxwemAnG4BWo-BI3Wke-JqIjbUFVdAwbTlIk4s7TIMS3frLPnVAgaH7PaBVmawa1CJqDm-z5DPwsAKDJHgzd3siWuSREcOKa6rme8dO2ltlBFj5VdE/s1600/Screenshot-156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJvireWbp8AnTe2lBDbaPo9tpKfxwemAnG4BWo-BI3Wke-JqIjbUFVdAwbTlIk4s7TIMS3frLPnVAgaH7PaBVmawa1CJqDm-z5DPwsAKDJHgzd3siWuSREcOKa6rme8dO2ltlBFj5VdE/s640/Screenshot-156.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened the door and a very strange looking man comes walking inside without an invitation. He was dressed for a wedding, and a very formal weird wedding at that. No one wears top hats or bow ties anymore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But my grandparents' eyes expanded twenty fold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You're here! What seems to be the problem, Wizard?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh my good golly llama. My grandparents <em>know </em>this guy?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa04zHe-tE3RsUPHdBXAE4q06cUX_fkta8o3QHGkM5dAsaok9UuTb4ftxojFFQkSaKZQNulV_PS-EBPWD7XPJcT5OYqdntT9ou6mLF6CVoeNRljteH3EvdbIhVlA_wlrFFXylxjws8LE/s1600/Screenshot-159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa04zHe-tE3RsUPHdBXAE4q06cUX_fkta8o3QHGkM5dAsaok9UuTb4ftxojFFQkSaKZQNulV_PS-EBPWD7XPJcT5OYqdntT9ou6mLF6CVoeNRljteH3EvdbIhVlA_wlrFFXylxjws8LE/s640/Screenshot-159.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello, nice to see you again Grace and Joel. But, I suppose that I shouldn't be so glad. As you two know, I only come when there's trouble. But you don't know me. Hello Alex Evans, grandson of Grace and Joel, I am The Wizard. I help people when in need under extreme circumstances. Unfortuanatly, I've had to help your family all too often in my history."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked over questioningly at my grandparents, and grandpa just mouthed to me '<em>later</em>'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"We have to get over to '<em>Marina's</em>' house immediatly. I am sorry that I haven't come earlier, but I always have a very full schedule. Now-we better get moving. People's lives are on the line."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mind was racing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Who is this strange man, and how does he know that 'Marina' isn't what she appears to be? How does he know who I am? What about my grandparents? What could he have possibly done for them?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My thoughts were forced to stop, because we had to get in the car. The conversation was non-existent. It was too weird!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32KqN43gvww7YPyVwnQUeEYjI75aRMgEETTHOrOc5cOgCU7vSPRUvVEkbCc7PAgkjUKynsx_ZrzXckOuU8bZGOU7UVecXuhqdrE8_CG2169lMzWoDtK8Sg4ecEiATTbpUD3SO5pIHPYg/s1600/Screenshot-143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32KqN43gvww7YPyVwnQUeEYjI75aRMgEETTHOrOc5cOgCU7vSPRUvVEkbCc7PAgkjUKynsx_ZrzXckOuU8bZGOU7UVecXuhqdrE8_CG2169lMzWoDtK8Sg4ecEiATTbpUD3SO5pIHPYg/s640/Screenshot-143.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough we arrived at <em>her </em>place. Now that I am not alone and it's not night, I contemplated her house. She is clearly a dangerous woman-I mean, she is a vampire. But what kind of a cold hearted soul has a house like this? I guess it's not sunshine and flowers, but certainly a person like her would live in some sort of a dungeon mansion or something. But, one thing was for sure, she is smart. She could seduce me, and she has kept whatever it is under wraps that the...<em>Wizard </em>is talking about. And living in such a house if you're a wanted person (well, at least she should be) is smart. She hides behind a normal house. Well, I guess it's really not <em>that</em> normal. Its roof and whole structure isn't really that of a normal house, but at least it didn't look like it belonged to a person like '<em>Marina</em>'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Wizard looks over at us all, "I'll handle this. Wait outside until I give you a signel."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all gladly obeyed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicE7AuxajS3HHulCGEuTWigqb485uFnjNleTj9Tyls6d64KFpFcq7A50g4wVKSQCD_KudphrMxuTkaqDxLwL67RBQXmYbCbbNKk_pX2hkc6lTo63PJyr1rAisL_99hbIGLGmT2QXBKDfo/s1600/Screenshot-144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicE7AuxajS3HHulCGEuTWigqb485uFnjNleTj9Tyls6d64KFpFcq7A50g4wVKSQCD_KudphrMxuTkaqDxLwL67RBQXmYbCbbNKk_pX2hkc6lTo63PJyr1rAisL_99hbIGLGmT2QXBKDfo/s640/Screenshot-144.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He went inside and she was just standing there as if she was expecting us. She is exactly the kind of vampire that one would think of. I can't even imagine her powers. Because really, she must be telepathic or <em>something</em> to know that we were coming. It was clear that she knew we were coming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He went up to her and gave her this icy stare. She frowned at him and went in to slap him. But The Wizard was faster. Once he looked away from her, her hand fell instantly down to her sides, and she did nothing. The Wizard did something to her. What that is, I have really no clue.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You all may come in. Alex-what is it that you need to be here for?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wh-what? I don't know, I thought it was to take care of Marina."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess I really didn't know why I had to be here. She is creepy and she tries to seduce me when I'm alone in a public place. That's actually been a while. Lately I've always been with someone. But other than her being creepy and trying to make me fall for her, she hasn't done anything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on Alex, this isn't only about her."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFCtdKGxULryjVoHfmL32bcxw0yJMuFhLt2epAUIexRNLoqtSgLavLzC9sUzSybBZzItPgrYja3qfW6v3udhwoXRXvZXVKsKzK7BkukxQ0KWLpTiQUZfUaBlan4cyu8xWKuyxxyF1pRk/s1600/Screenshot-145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFCtdKGxULryjVoHfmL32bcxw0yJMuFhLt2epAUIexRNLoqtSgLavLzC9sUzSybBZzItPgrYja3qfW6v3udhwoXRXvZXVKsKzK7BkukxQ0KWLpTiQUZfUaBlan4cyu8xWKuyxxyF1pRk/s640/Screenshot-145.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I stared at her. What was her real name? Why did she even do this to me? Why me? Why ME? It was strange how beautiful she was, and terrifying at the same time.<br />
I wasn't scared of her lunging at me, because she seemed frozen in place. She was just staring into the distance with a slightly mean expression. But there was no way that she was moving.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I realized I zoned out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wh-what?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, focus. Open up your mind."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I knew exactly what he was talking about. I heard a little ringing in the back of my mind just like I remember hearing in my dreams. I laughed to myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It can't be.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I tuned in to that corner of my mind anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Alex, go to the basement. NOW!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was thinking something in my head, but it was the strangest thing. I knew I didn't just think that! I don't know how I could know that, because I'm always thinking random things in my head just like everyone else, but I did know. But I knew that I could listen to the voice in my head. I walked, trying to find a way down. I looked over at everyone-The Wizard nodded. So I knew that I could do what I was doing. This Wizard guy knows too much. He's giving me the creeps.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPV5sM54-zWrsdc52BHNIj8AgyFqmdENM1BRH1sMio9cY1ENvO85p0zY53ICvvsMYJaM2XTOj_jstoAMjs5o140g1zYVpVXjEG7VFM8TTllXIES8z4iBNb88Pn9FeH-PXOOC1MTjgUUsA/s1600/Screenshot-146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPV5sM54-zWrsdc52BHNIj8AgyFqmdENM1BRH1sMio9cY1ENvO85p0zY53ICvvsMYJaM2XTOj_jstoAMjs5o140g1zYVpVXjEG7VFM8TTllXIES8z4iBNb88Pn9FeH-PXOOC1MTjgUUsA/s640/Screenshot-146.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wasn't too hard to see a way down. Then I heard the voice again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Don't just go down to the basement. You have to go two floors down!'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I quickly agreed. I heard footsteps behind me and I saw that my grandparents were coming. I could tell that The Wizard was already preoccupied with what's-her-name. He was clearly making her not do anything, and she couldn't help it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I went to the elevator, and down all of us went.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV9f2LjRYI9D-TLKi08qbbRWXSI0Q_C3QWrHT8dhah-0GnrcwZtlXv-ZpI3G2eIi0Ri5G5nSYpl1Rd6eYkw7WNrE-3SSKwr_WqkQThE8RxHj1KB2OJPxZZz55WzuvbUu1uJEmbZqDeHY/s1600/Screenshot-147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV9f2LjRYI9D-TLKi08qbbRWXSI0Q_C3QWrHT8dhah-0GnrcwZtlXv-ZpI3G2eIi0Ri5G5nSYpl1Rd6eYkw7WNrE-3SSKwr_WqkQThE8RxHj1KB2OJPxZZz55WzuvbUu1uJEmbZqDeHY/s640/Screenshot-147.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What I saw before me was a scene out of a dream. But I knew that I wasn't dreaming, I didn't feel my dream's aura. Rachelle has taught me well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I saw a broken toilet and dozens of empty toilet paper and its scraps with puddles under it all. To the left of that was a crappy bed and pattern, and some really old paintings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then the being that I didn't want to believe was real started to walk toward me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTQ684ggwN0UZxOXgUEWnbOewhoHhKhS1YAmJhe8TcJA6Ds_XqIaVAWyeIU_zS7M1xEpW6ZIhQi5c_i0i9nHa7O-A55LuRrl9oCC_2mm82NUhDSfgzkw2TJ90Chv67cq-KCFdpnTCka4/s1600/Screenshot-148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTQ684ggwN0UZxOXgUEWnbOewhoHhKhS1YAmJhe8TcJA6Ds_XqIaVAWyeIU_zS7M1xEpW6ZIhQi5c_i0i9nHa7O-A55LuRrl9oCC_2mm82NUhDSfgzkw2TJ90Chv67cq-KCFdpnTCka4/s640/Screenshot-148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My grandma fainted. Aparently the scene before her was too impossible, too weird, for her old, old heart.<br />
My grandpa hung over her and tried to wake her up. He put her head in his lap. They were out of the way, though that is put cold heartedly, I know, but I had to be strong for grandma. I am not going to faint, because that's kinda part of my history.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFklfMA2xrNS0R0QN8-ApIrGPafPcd0Bmv01naYSQqIVy9AOYEaY7rZzXOXv2jS4ZKAZliRBIiyjjYvLZnsZgKPEHUzyHr_qn4B12kf0zXp6uIMZ-XX6YDzTy3wZts-ou6XrGdHYhmeZA/s1600/Screenshot-149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFklfMA2xrNS0R0QN8-ApIrGPafPcd0Bmv01naYSQqIVy9AOYEaY7rZzXOXv2jS4ZKAZliRBIiyjjYvLZnsZgKPEHUzyHr_qn4B12kf0zXp6uIMZ-XX6YDzTy3wZts-ou6XrGdHYhmeZA/s640/Screenshot-149.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex! Took you long enough. I told you I was real!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Holy llama mama with pizza and sauce. </em>Yes, the scene before me was so strange that my mind was making me think weird things. <em>This is really real. I know it is, this isn't a dream-yet it's still just as impossible.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, why do you look at me like that? You should've expected it. I warned you in your dreams! Rachelle is real too, and she didn't seem like as much of a surprise as you!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-who what...when...how...?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, chill. I am your clone. When you were born, Leonora-yeah that's the lady that claims that she's Leonora-took you and made me. She put you back in bed before your parents had any clue! I've been a prisoner here all of my life. I am as close to you as possible. You know that clones, supposedly, only have the same DNA as their doner?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just had the strength to nod.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, well, all of my life, I have listened to your thoughts, and since we're almost the same, it's almost as if I've lived it. I'm you, Alex. I feel the same way as you do in everything. The only reason I'm not as shocked as you is because I am in tune with you. I've had the time to learn to read your thoughts, just since I have the memory that I am a clone and that you were out there-an exact copy of me, or more precisely, me to you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was able to spit out a question. "But how were you able to contact me in dreams?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I can read your thoughts and we have the ability to speak through them just like in dreams. But we'll '<em>talk</em>' about that later. My theory is that since we have the same genetic makeup, and as long as we sleep at the same time-I can come into your dreams. We're so alike that our brain waves are almost in tune. A lot of the times I'm just the observer in your dreams. But when you became interested in dreams, so did I, so I was able to teach myself to appear in them. I am you in your dreams, you are me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was starting to feel a little faint, but I stood my ground. That won't happen again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But Rachelle-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Surely you know by now that you and Rachelle have SO much in common. It's the same as with us-you have such a similar brain wavelength that your dreams are able to coincide. It's a miracle, really."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-PFvlKlPgJZhNd3nToyWPIv9dcN9TabyCzVAPQJLCtbnmpwwN10cvo0VPiZ2Sun-nEd2Ye2BTTF-Ak39NDNulguapeqlNmjBc1zC7tLY-i-5PCy7TBxnyc8pYJK5MP3EGinu6GfKveU/s1600/Screenshot-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-PFvlKlPgJZhNd3nToyWPIv9dcN9TabyCzVAPQJLCtbnmpwwN10cvo0VPiZ2Sun-nEd2Ye2BTTF-Ak39NDNulguapeqlNmjBc1zC7tLY-i-5PCy7TBxnyc8pYJK5MP3EGinu6GfKveU/s640/Screenshot-150.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then a girl got up. I was astounded to see who that girl was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey Alex, it's been a long time. I was brought here by Leonora some months ago."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mouth fell open. But Marina is Leonora...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You see, Alex, for some reason Leonora became interested in you being intersted in <em>me, </em>so she brought me here and prisoned me up with Alex here. When we met, she looked me up and down surveying my whole body. I thought she was a lesbian, but really she was copying me. Somehow, she was able to pose as me. She has incredible powers, Alex. I don't know her motives. After all, we have been here prisoned. She is a smart woman. It has been impossible for us to escape. Behind these walls and floors is pure concrete all around. Being two floors underground, it's pretty much impossible for us to leave. That elevator only comes down twice a day to give us food. And it's specifically programmed to only go down, unless Leonora programs it otherwise."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I look wide-eyed at her. <em>That doesn't mean that we're stuck down here, right?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She could tell that I was worried, "oh, but don't worry, we'll be able to leave soon enough."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looked at Alex with big eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"With Leonora being how she is right now, she can't stop the elevator from letting us go up."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then Alex looks at me. "Alex, I think that Leonora wanted Marina and I to be in a relationship for some reason. She put down a double bed down here and prisoned us together. It was hard at first, trust me, but when you only have one person to talk to, things happen if you know what I mean."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my llama...my clone is in a relationship with Marina!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Yup, that's right Alex. We have been going out for a while now. You wouldn't believe what we've done down here...we've been half insane. It's so nice that you guys have finally arrived to save us!'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Let's get going-I can't wait to see the sunshine."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhk3VeU0lUQKtYlDADj64fq0stTaKROyprt-_MZHy9b_0bf46l4BIACfPgqhQ0-k1GBc4BePi2ld1iqsVA4rAEqjPE_VCTa-Z-tBKeQBNtARA5IY5dJMB7fo5QMGG0byrGhi9xZlk5k8/s1600/Screenshot-151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhk3VeU0lUQKtYlDADj64fq0stTaKROyprt-_MZHy9b_0bf46l4BIACfPgqhQ0-k1GBc4BePi2ld1iqsVA4rAEqjPE_VCTa-Z-tBKeQBNtARA5IY5dJMB7fo5QMGG0byrGhi9xZlk5k8/s640/Screenshot-151.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We made it upstairs, and Leonora was still giving that blank eyed mean stare into space.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ah, so I see you have all figured it out. Glad to see that everything is working out! Let's get out of here."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I speak up, "But what about Leonora..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I can't do anything to her, Alex. It's not in my power."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My shoulders slumped. I really wanted him to kill her-why wouldn't he be able to? He has some power, so couldn't he kill her instantly? But I figured he must have a reason for not doing so. He has his reasons, and he knows so much. I can't even begin to imagine his immense knowledge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You guys can go now. I will not be leaving with you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all go without asking him anything. What a strange, strange man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvArC6LUy4HGvZ0OuiUQFiazUj1rILMsdJ1GZyB82ciaBejraGT05BOEN8wTEufAt95T-5fWQWJiBExS5p6tR5J_4uHF5crrl26t1JkYtZd_5QVhMngp-t728ZInTHSuiMzC5qRz9CXU/s1600/Screenshot-154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvArC6LUy4HGvZ0OuiUQFiazUj1rILMsdJ1GZyB82ciaBejraGT05BOEN8wTEufAt95T-5fWQWJiBExS5p6tR5J_4uHF5crrl26t1JkYtZd_5QVhMngp-t728ZInTHSuiMzC5qRz9CXU/s640/Screenshot-154.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all go outside, other me and Marina in front.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, where do you and Alex plan on going?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You wouldn't be able to imagine how weird it was to see me. It wasn't a reflection, but exactly me. Nothing like my clone looked any different. It gave me chills every time I glanced at him, just knowing that he was there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marina spoke for them both, "Oh, we'll go to my friends' house temporarily. We'll figure something out later."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then we left, parting ways. I was parting ways with my clone! My <em>clone</em>.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqrbsPYiuhvn4ZOrTVtG7-L5YaPxqiniM34ciPF2ktbyD8eC4tXfDKBxmRkW0lJ8I74XHcYNlzD968UcC8vJfF8h35cNzV9_Cx3Af0WM8KVKXxu-VOrEeniP6uO-Ym05NajaMe5fdY90/s1600/Screenshot-157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqrbsPYiuhvn4ZOrTVtG7-L5YaPxqiniM34ciPF2ktbyD8eC4tXfDKBxmRkW0lJ8I74XHcYNlzD968UcC8vJfF8h35cNzV9_Cx3Af0WM8KVKXxu-VOrEeniP6uO-Ym05NajaMe5fdY90/s640/Screenshot-157.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we arrived home, my grandparents could finally explain this to me. I was glad that they didn't overly mention our previous scene because I just wanted to hear what they had to say!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm sorry that we didn't tell you earlier. You wouldn't have believed us if we told you! But now, I'm sure that you will."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma told me this long story of how she was born in another universe, and came back to this universe only as a coincidence because she fell for my grandpa. He was there to learn a lesson-that he shouldn't be a lady's man anymore. And, it worked and by chance she arrived back. The Wizard was the one that set all of this up. Then they mentioned how they and my uncle Otto were turned into kids at heart by Leonora, and were later saved by The Wizard. That is when my mother fell for my dad-when uncle Otto was a 'kid'!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then my grandpa spoke up, "and we're in the nursing home not because of any brain scan...we told someone once our situation with all of this stuff because we thought that she would listen. We were drunk at the time, not thinking clearly. She turned us in...long story short, we're in the nursing home because they think we're insane."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It all makes sense now!!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_Gt2gGFdRXiNdxbQ8hJP2ZxDVHZmtIb-mnKNuzWAvSlA8TWZwS-Tmqrc_Da9j1mGo87ERn85VGO8MYwg6ipHtClOdzRWlc8ObjAtNP5o4gQ9THMIW5-83z1nrm_67OmKBeVk6iDp7J4/s1600/Screenshot-158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_Gt2gGFdRXiNdxbQ8hJP2ZxDVHZmtIb-mnKNuzWAvSlA8TWZwS-Tmqrc_Da9j1mGo87ERn85VGO8MYwg6ipHtClOdzRWlc8ObjAtNP5o4gQ9THMIW5-83z1nrm_67OmKBeVk6iDp7J4/s640/Screenshot-158.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My brain was still processing the information, when I felt a tingle in the back of my mind. I focused on the tingle in the back of my mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'I'm sorry that it had to be this way, Alex. I didn't mean to scare you like that! I tried to warn you in your dreams, but I knew it would be futile because I am you, and I knew you wouldn't believe me. But I did it anyways! But I'm sort of glad that Leonora did that to you. Otherwise, I would still be a prisoner. You there?'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yeah, I'm there. I wish I could know how it's possible...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'I know, Alex it's all very strange. Leonora is a very smart woman. I don't know how she does it, but there it is!'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What are you going to do now that you're free?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Well, I figured I could talk to your uncle Otto to get a little money, and I know that you'll be okay with that. Marina and I will have to go somewhere-hide, we can't let Leonora find us. There is no way that we are going back there again!'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I hear ya. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'By the way, call me Xander. It would be weird for you to call me Alex...But I want you to know that I will always keep mental contact with you. We won't ever be able to be seen together, people could think that we're criminals cleverly disguised or something. Who knows what people would think.'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried to process the information of the day. It was quite challenging-it was almost as if I read a book. It didn't feel like it really happened. Only through time will I be able to truly accept this...</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-35794410083137376732011-06-23T19:40:00.000-07:002011-06-23T20:31:04.695-07:00Chapter 21<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxp3o7FZuqBF-xCp5ItR5weGOmtd4JZbjtmlkfvtk5wke1wUyr1OAeY-Np48t7zzUfoAY7JGLux88NFXYcAZ_ZKHy7so3jheRfHb4sCOhFDdod_kF2K56eodq33RdqoGyhOBCx3rw3vQ/s1600/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxp3o7FZuqBF-xCp5ItR5weGOmtd4JZbjtmlkfvtk5wke1wUyr1OAeY-Np48t7zzUfoAY7JGLux88NFXYcAZ_ZKHy7so3jheRfHb4sCOhFDdod_kF2K56eodq33RdqoGyhOBCx3rw3vQ/s640/Screenshot-83.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was dreaming and I knew it right away. It was strange because from the moment I recalled the dream I was with Rachelle. Just like when we met in our dream last night, we were in a room pretty high up. And just like last night with the renaisance type house, this house was weird too, it was clearly the house of a cookoo person. Some freakazoid inventor. Well, I guess I shouldn't be one to talk because my grandfather was an inventor. Supposedly, my grandparents went to the future a long time ago (since he invented a time machine) and gave birth to my mother there, and came back when mom was a little girl. That's why everyone in school thought she was a freak: because she always said that she was born in the future. It's insane, I know, but I've seen it before at my grandparents house. It would be an extreme joke if it were one, and it wasn't. No one could keep up such a joke. And, no one in my family are liars. Well, it was their house, before they were made to go to the nursing home. They've told me that they went there because a brain test went wrong and they were shown to have some kind of a developing mental disorder, but I don't buy it. They've been hiding something from me all my life, I just don't know what it could be. The nurses have them in a special room! And certainly there are many old people with brain issues!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ah, I love that we're having dreams together again! I think I'm able to be lucid to act dramatic because I can't stop thinking about dreams! I just know you'll be in them, so it's always on my mind. Alex, you're amazing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I smile wide. "You're amazing too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on, no time to gawk at each other. Let's explore."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ha ha, there she goes. The confident Rachelle of my dreams, in fact literally.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I look out the window. We're on the moon!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6H2XMp1HqqN55PoId7tAwpcxhuk3PKrHSSfC0XD5upTx7Jwni3QuP4Aj4ne_oy_ZkXxacan_qjCRXGiu060I8yjgYViP2C5Oh__DCNVULUQBjZwC3l8h8qurylSXDDPmsne1Hd69iQY/s1600/Screenshot-84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6H2XMp1HqqN55PoId7tAwpcxhuk3PKrHSSfC0XD5upTx7Jwni3QuP4Aj4ne_oy_ZkXxacan_qjCRXGiu060I8yjgYViP2C5Oh__DCNVULUQBjZwC3l8h8qurylSXDDPmsne1Hd69iQY/s640/Screenshot-84.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We get out of the house (which looks even weirder on the outside), and I look down over the moon's landscape. The house is right on the top part of where an asteroid must have landed. The valley below was amazing-clearly this wasn't just the moon-this moon had people on it! Ah, what a dream can do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could feel Rachelle looking at me as I held her hand. But I didn't mind. In fact, I tried to make my face nice with its expression so I'd look especially nice for her. Nothing like your brows being knit with a frown on your face when a girl you like is looking at you. Total turn-off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We continue to walk a little ways as I look at the landscape below, and I have an idea perfect for the environment of a dream and not a good idea in any other situation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Rachelle-let's slide down this crator and see what it below."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds fun!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGOXv5KpMQjDT3ZFKBIcBdzlFsKyKFmR5cji0fWlwVl63xSCeTlkJOooXgBKnz5AQlnVKNzzdD_-qHyZqZRrFabgIdu3jfu80Va2xfPJVjiP4REeR27ZrCT_RVj0O8Tp0547VDGF4wxo/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGOXv5KpMQjDT3ZFKBIcBdzlFsKyKFmR5cji0fWlwVl63xSCeTlkJOooXgBKnz5AQlnVKNzzdD_-qHyZqZRrFabgIdu3jfu80Va2xfPJVjiP4REeR27ZrCT_RVj0O8Tp0547VDGF4wxo/s640/Screenshot-85.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So we slide down its side. Unlike in real life, it didn't hurt at all. My jeans weren't ripping, I wasn't getting a rash. I wasn't even flipping or anything. I just felt the rush of falling straight down, watching the landscape before me move along.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are some really cool futuristic buildings before me, but for some reason the construction site farther off in the distance caught my eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey-let's check out that construction site over there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Whatever you like, <em>Alex</em>."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was really talking to me differently in this dream. In a good way.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0TNacR9uYJVawONTa2XaUiqu1wcrAC0unoSCxyxrgl_ulpkBXewA8YZxc0mN1Py04qYe8voRY4tgQORN6XH5FOO1eJqfiCNGVjH0UAjT3eRi2ADinTieTeI48k72QEr23fhueVWBvIs/s1600/Screenshot-87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0TNacR9uYJVawONTa2XaUiqu1wcrAC0unoSCxyxrgl_ulpkBXewA8YZxc0mN1Py04qYe8voRY4tgQORN6XH5FOO1eJqfiCNGVjH0UAjT3eRi2ADinTieTeI48k72QEr23fhueVWBvIs/s640/Screenshot-87.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We arrived there, and there was a food truck. Quite an odd place for a food truck to be!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm going to get something to eat, Alex. I love eating in dreams. You can really taste the food, or at least your brain thinks you can. It's really neat."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbjOl0L2y6vLB5Jvq-oyjWHxAj6KT1MU7YdLT9cGWp8BPQXLY3ckUXZCxCSc3G8uGhAcUj61dprxqTkNXSVB_kbeOj_VAB_mHEXJF9em9jzuihJzFnxx6U2t6AEUPEV78T5w42Zok5Y8/s1600/Screenshot-88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbjOl0L2y6vLB5Jvq-oyjWHxAj6KT1MU7YdLT9cGWp8BPQXLY3ckUXZCxCSc3G8uGhAcUj61dprxqTkNXSVB_kbeOj_VAB_mHEXJF9em9jzuihJzFnxx6U2t6AEUPEV78T5w42Zok5Y8/s640/Screenshot-88.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She went up and ordered her hot dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That'll be five simoleons."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She just laughed. "This is my dream! I don't have to pay you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The person inside just went with it without asking another question and gave her the hot dog."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You should order something, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So what, is it your dream too or something?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's right. I don't owe you a penny."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you kidding me? That's not possible! Only one person is in a dream at a time-only one real person."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well-here we are."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's really quite a strange thing. I don't really know if this dream is mine or hers, or somehow both of ours. Either way, we were in the same place, that much was clear. I just wish how I knew it was possible. Rachelle said that shared dreams can theoretically happen, but I wish I understood the science behind it. I'm pretty sure if I was told, though, I would just blankly stare at the person telling me, or the computer screen, book, whatever. I am not smart enough to understand it, I guess. That's my problem, I'm so curious, and my questions sometimes involve answers that only a really intelligent person would understand. I'm not stupid, but I am also not a brilliant man that graduated from Harvard.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhkq0v5tOnUE6mWTAknxvXi88vRpGVUa0JKw5Opaty_ZwhPrwXc11A4rGEeG4Mpgc6eJxZXG940q0-mOoqIzsRW_Tkc-mzUGFqJesdHxdD9dgwjL-TsboSre3-BSMxPQZjDCXq7KXXQo/s1600/Screenshot-89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhkq0v5tOnUE6mWTAknxvXi88vRpGVUa0JKw5Opaty_ZwhPrwXc11A4rGEeG4Mpgc6eJxZXG940q0-mOoqIzsRW_Tkc-mzUGFqJesdHxdD9dgwjL-TsboSre3-BSMxPQZjDCXq7KXXQo/s640/Screenshot-89.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Rachelle was just eating her hot dog outside really fast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, you have to eat your hot dog fast because you don't know when you're going to wake up!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was scarfing the hot dog down, and it wasn't a pretty sight. But it's just a dream so I gave her some slack.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlXzS3ircsGwuVTpbWr5u6EFP3g9rROuo9FUrYWZGZyLAcEHvvkHdd9aaf7_cEq8ylvFnTvIaPT9jzK_LIMZATWAiiu8adY0MiUSAwhmGAqrKKLFYcpXncF_78XsKF0CV6vArL-NioWo/s1600/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlXzS3ircsGwuVTpbWr5u6EFP3g9rROuo9FUrYWZGZyLAcEHvvkHdd9aaf7_cEq8ylvFnTvIaPT9jzK_LIMZATWAiiu8adY0MiUSAwhmGAqrKKLFYcpXncF_78XsKF0CV6vArL-NioWo/s640/Screenshot-90.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For whatever reason, I ate my taco (my taco from the food truck the other day was so good that I wanted to taste it again) in this room in the little building leaving Rachelle behind. Sometimes it feels like you have free will in lucid dreams, but in a way you don't because you choose to do something that in waking life you wish you wouldn't've done in the dream. Does that make sense?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But anyway, the taco tasted just as good as in real life! It was amazing how it actually tasted like food and not nothingness-as Rachelle said. Considering how I was sleeping in bed, obviously eating nothing, it was weird that my brain could think that I was really eating anything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up from my dream and smiled. I am just really glad that Rachelle has been back in my dreams. No one else can say that their lover (she can be considered that by now, can't she?) exists to them in both reality and in dreams, as in, their real self in the dream, not some made up version of them that your brain makes you think is them.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6jH65kI0hKXsefwGGKI71F06vOcWrRYybNWHY6epR370f6BqGm2RZqx_kBTB38i-iweo-ftkUgGwepsycaabESDhy06c8ah5uCdF5HZXod637BtOu7EKYL067AzuXnmDfSqrcwQ4_W0/s1600/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6jH65kI0hKXsefwGGKI71F06vOcWrRYybNWHY6epR370f6BqGm2RZqx_kBTB38i-iweo-ftkUgGwepsycaabESDhy06c8ah5uCdF5HZXod637BtOu7EKYL067AzuXnmDfSqrcwQ4_W0/s640/Screenshot-107.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I decided to drive home. I truly adore Rachelle and I want to be with her, but it was time to be home. I have a life in Longview, and I can't just leave it behind for a girl. It's not like we're not going to see each other again. I wouldn't be able to handle that. Bridgeport is an hour away, and we can drive to see each other. Naturally, we exchanged phone numbers, and I was already longing for her to call me. I wasn't worried like a teenager would be, thank llama for that. I wasn't wondering if she would ever call me again, or if I would be too pushy if I called her, and when it would be okay for me to call her so I didn't have to act desperate or that I was cheating on her. No. We already have trust, and besides. With what's been happening in our dreams, surely we'll see each other every night. It's not the same as seeing her in real life of course, but it is really her and I'm really me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj8YJna8kdVfSPw2iWT8te1XteWq8LkKzFa3P3f8mrrtoM55EvELR3R89P5YW2TzeWk_xN9zGqX-fl5lpXv5Dd4cLC6WZm98HJtbmNPKs5bhpFfOdzVHUgaw1JQKUJR5Ska6OMtrTH_M/s1600/Screenshot-105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj8YJna8kdVfSPw2iWT8te1XteWq8LkKzFa3P3f8mrrtoM55EvELR3R89P5YW2TzeWk_xN9zGqX-fl5lpXv5Dd4cLC6WZm98HJtbmNPKs5bhpFfOdzVHUgaw1JQKUJR5Ska6OMtrTH_M/s640/Screenshot-105.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got back home, I didn't even have to guess where Marshall and Jeff were. I heard the video game blaring, and not only was it plainly loud, but the tv is right near the entrance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were playing the sport video game. See, I don't even know its title. Marshall and Jeff play that when I'm not playing with them since I don't like it which directly coincides with me not liking sports.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clearly, Marshall and Jeff could hear me come in even though their game was pretty loud, but they still weren't answering me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-Marshall, Jeff? HELLO? Your best friend has just arrived home!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They continued to ignore me. I assumed it was because I didn't tell them I would be gone as long as I was- I just told them that I would be gone for a day without even knowing that I would find Rachelle and stay longer. I didn't find it necessary to call them to say that I would be gone longer. When I talked to Mr. Simmons, I told him that I would be gone longer, sure. But he's my boss and he has to know, and he also wouldn't ask me why I was going to stay longer as he didn't. But I knew Marshall and Jeff would ask, but what would I tell them, really? Sure I could tell them I met a girl because that would be technically correct, but I wasn't sure how well it would go. And now that it's went well...I figured I could tell them, and then surely they wouldn't ignore me.</div>"Guys! Earth to Marshall and Jeff. I met someone."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Both of their heads instantly whipped in my direction.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Really? Oh, well it's ok that you didn't tell us that you would be gone longer. We don't care anymore, just tell us about this girl."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was also a consideration I made when I decided not to tell them. They give things up very easily.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHixe95xK3xVeY2vK9yIhMhCL8rgKWy7qoelA5jZREqiknzh5DGuiQEoNFZmZ8mWf63_1AEemSrRdDk15O_BdZ1r3qBzkca2pChwe1wvLl07gup0nsnZI9xfXQUqbJigDsuqkfbUDNJQ/s1600/Screenshot-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHixe95xK3xVeY2vK9yIhMhCL8rgKWy7qoelA5jZREqiknzh5DGuiQEoNFZmZ8mWf63_1AEemSrRdDk15O_BdZ1r3qBzkca2pChwe1wvLl07gup0nsnZI9xfXQUqbJigDsuqkfbUDNJQ/s640/Screenshot-106.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So I sat down in the middle of them. Though I love being with Rachelle, sometimes it's just nice to be home with the boys.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Did you really meet a girl Alex, or did you just say that so we'd listen to you?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall has to put in his two cents as well, "seriously, Alex. We almost decided to file a missing person report!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Marshall-really, no you didn't."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, come on, don't avoid the subject! Did you meet a chick or not?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes I really did!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, Marshall and Jeff ask in unison: "Did you guys have sex?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course. That's what they wanna know. "No, we didn't have sex! Unlike with your guys' relationships, ours is based on compatibility, and not just<em> sex</em>."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">They both laughed. Marshall and Jeff laughed. That never happens.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, you make us laugh! You didn't even kiss her, did you? It's all in your head!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah I kissed her."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Did you guys make out? Oh wait! I know! She dissed you, right?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, we made out, and no she didn't diss me! She likes me just as much as I like her. And she's amazing, actually. We have so much in common it would knock your socks off."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You gonna see her again?" That's one thing I love about them. After a while, they just believe you.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah I'm gonna see her again! It was not just a one night stand. Well, techincally it was two days. We exchanged numbers and all that."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Is she hot?!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You'll have to see for youself. Anyway, I'm gonna make a call."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I really need some new friends. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to hang out with Marshall and Jeff, but sometimes they're just as sex driven as a couple of sixteen year olds. Their minds revolve around it. I need a new guy friend to discuss it with in a mature manner.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPoPYmN2BxRizB_gkMC3V9YW8wwm7Mr8hHA-yykZKt9y75T9yvnWiB7v5eJJ8dBBysIH8jIIoCCk16-QHyWQEb5nYCDFtxJm3l5gFSKRhyphenhyphenoolOOAQLxBhW3k65v-LR5sDdu9m_V6yBBc/s1600/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPoPYmN2BxRizB_gkMC3V9YW8wwm7Mr8hHA-yykZKt9y75T9yvnWiB7v5eJJ8dBBysIH8jIIoCCk16-QHyWQEb5nYCDFtxJm3l5gFSKRhyphenhyphenoolOOAQLxBhW3k65v-LR5sDdu9m_V6yBBc/s640/Screenshot-115.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided to call my uncle Otto to get together. He would listen to me about this, he has always been good with ladies, and he's a little too old to be a hundred percent sex driven. But don't get me wrong. He's not married, so he does still have flings with twenty-something-year-olds. Marshall and Jeff think of him as llama, since they're all about that kind of thing. But Otto being fifty something is actually mature about it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey uncle Otto, wanna go to the beach?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, that sounds fun! I'll meet ya there in fifteen minutes."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As I've mentioned before, uncle Otto is the person in my family with all of the bucks directly at his fingertips. He lives in the giant mansion that's been in my family for decades. All of the men in my family have been CEO's, so that money has added up. My uncle is no exception unlike my dad (he broke tradition-he's too shy to be a CEO), and he tends to have an open schedule on the weekend. I mean, we don't really have that much in common, but he still is my uncle and he's good with girls anyway.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnif2Hf2GQvHUDwbCwJ-PExN2wNUgiEzdfO4S-kPRgSX4YAe9-ZZA86aJuDDbRgVWl8SIzQOFmjmfMjYy8e5Zz5nNslkk5VDwPff0g0Zt9TLiFwNArYcyv-q2a0H-rm937OQ79LDgqxRg/s1600/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnif2Hf2GQvHUDwbCwJ-PExN2wNUgiEzdfO4S-kPRgSX4YAe9-ZZA86aJuDDbRgVWl8SIzQOFmjmfMjYy8e5Zz5nNslkk5VDwPff0g0Zt9TLiFwNArYcyv-q2a0H-rm937OQ79LDgqxRg/s640/Screenshot-109.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uncle Otto was already there in his trunks by the time I got there. It's been a while, but when we get together we tend to throw a football at the beach in our swimtrunks (okay, I'm not into sports, but throwing around a football is different than actually playing football). Of course we only do it when it's warm out, but it is now! It was made a tradtion because I tend not to like to be in his enormous mansion. It's quite daughnting to be in such a large, fancy building when I myself am not that fancy. I am quite casual.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uncle Otto is also very...athletic. He always has been, and he has aged quite well and still does excercise which is why he is still able to get young woman. At one point he was with my mother. My own mother! It is kinda creepy to think that my uncle could've been my father, though technically I would cease to exist...My mother fell for my geeky father when my uncle was in a coma from a head injury! My family's history is full of injuries!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since uncle Otto isn't only good with the ladies but also athletic (and you know how Marshall and Jeff are about that!), he's pretty much their role model. It's just a tad creepy that my best friends' role model is my own uncle, but anyway...</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPLhsKcXAR5lMLy3w1JofVzNcJaFfLkF3xDDnIQrd00F3onxlyAvQu4p52qnADn4UQPfs4mUbKfs1tuPDkPCdiXgkBR0Rx1tiIPDdvQKb30WbysZe-RW66hOYJ33Mst9KmqL4Ma0CSC4/s1600/Screenshot-108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPLhsKcXAR5lMLy3w1JofVzNcJaFfLkF3xDDnIQrd00F3onxlyAvQu4p52qnADn4UQPfs4mUbKfs1tuPDkPCdiXgkBR0Rx1tiIPDdvQKb30WbysZe-RW66hOYJ33Mst9KmqL4Ma0CSC4/s640/Screenshot-108.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We walked closer to the beach. "So Alex, your uncle Stephan and his girlfriend Lesley are going to get married soon!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, I have another uncle. My mother didn't have siblings, so he is my uncle and dad's brother, from that side of the family. Funny thing is, my grandparents from that side died in a car crash soon after my uncle Stephan was born. He was like two at the time. But you see, Casey and Otto were in their twenties at the time so they could take care of him! Somehow my grandparents had a kid at a very old age! It was most likely an accident, but really I have no idea. My point it, my own uncle is just a few years older than me. It's really creepy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My uncle Stephan is your classic I-want-to-pinch-your-cheek-you-little-cutie. He is a goody two shoes, and everyone loves him. He isn't a tad weird. He was the teacher's pet kind of guy, and certain women were really attracted to him, all put together and everything. He isn't a womanizer unlike <em>some </em>people I know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wow that's great! Can't wait to see it."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5T0naD1WZP6MrQcjuDzbUe8bIAuHMfkaJqmxFAHjji4XJ4ttxnANd4wbzDIUJGk_5wyr_eQpaBBjee4v99ASUEb7EO6ba5M3RvXmDVAXd_DoAeYf9jzHKlNLY6yug8JhxC4dparqQIU/s1600/Screenshot-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5T0naD1WZP6MrQcjuDzbUe8bIAuHMfkaJqmxFAHjji4XJ4ttxnANd4wbzDIUJGk_5wyr_eQpaBBjee4v99ASUEb7EO6ba5M3RvXmDVAXd_DoAeYf9jzHKlNLY6yug8JhxC4dparqQIU/s640/Screenshot-110.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we started to throw the football around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, what's been up, Alex? How's the old nine to five?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it's fine. But I didn't just call you to throw around this football and to bore you to death about my boring life."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yeah? You have something you want to tell me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah I do! I...I think I have a girlfriend."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's my man! Tell me about her."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh great. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting to hear. Really, I hide part of myself from him. In other words, he doesn't know quite how weird I really am. So telling him about Rachelle...yeah...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um. She's nice..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lucky for me, uncle Otto let that part slip.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkZ1WuFNlivg02fwxHOe2f1CU6ASwwFGu2AFcD2K3qMd8iEpTOYfDwQIOUCgk4LbO5PrN1rzR0IyBkRIKt3wCKj50eDVfe9ny1Q075l3-pK74M7MDGZRq1vH81NwAC0UaFYPAXiWLHnE/s1600/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkZ1WuFNlivg02fwxHOe2f1CU6ASwwFGu2AFcD2K3qMd8iEpTOYfDwQIOUCgk4LbO5PrN1rzR0IyBkRIKt3wCKj50eDVfe9ny1Q075l3-pK74M7MDGZRq1vH81NwAC0UaFYPAXiWLHnE/s640/Screenshot-112.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How did you meet her?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh crap, how could I answer that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-she was the secretary for a music company I visited in Bridgeport."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everyone (except Mr. Simmons, of course), thinks I went to Bridgeport to pick up new supplies. It's not like I admitted to everyone that I went there for a dream presentation!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uncle Otto made a weird look, but he too let that slip. It's not exactly cool to meet a girl that's a secretary, I guess. I wish I could just be more truthful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Look, I really like her, okay? And it wasn't even a one time stand. We didn't even have sex. But that's not because I chickend out or she didn't want to have it, but what we had wasn't a hook up. It's going to be a lasting relationship, I know it. Maybe it'll even lead to mirage."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Will I be able to meet her?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, sometime. She should come here eventually. This isn't just going to blow over. We're together even though we're an hour away."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPl0-ELhxpyLEv3g1BFv-puqSu8UcqJImfsgizNq4I0TeYZfs9wnBuNMbtmMQb_9GqBjZ2QSEqKOoOatmndAXSwxK4FTdUX0mfoUXE5Y1Ldv0-KO8Ic4mMDo2aD8TWlcFS24fzamPsMs/s1600/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPl0-ELhxpyLEv3g1BFv-puqSu8UcqJImfsgizNq4I0TeYZfs9wnBuNMbtmMQb_9GqBjZ2QSEqKOoOatmndAXSwxK4FTdUX0mfoUXE5Y1Ldv0-KO8Ic4mMDo2aD8TWlcFS24fzamPsMs/s640/Screenshot-114.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then my phone rang.</div>"Hey Alex, this is grandpa Joel. We're at your house right now-why aren't you there?"<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So I guess that grandpa finally was able to catch a ride in the Nursing home's van! That's great news, but...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um, why didn't you just call first? Then I could've made sure that I was home."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Silly old people, not bothering with certain things.</div>"Oh. Sorry about that, Alex. I wanted it to be a surprise.<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I'll get going now." Uncle Otto should understand.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"We can speak about that lady that you mentioned when we last talked. What was her name again?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He thought for a minute.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ah! Marina. That's it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My heart sank at her name. I totally forgot about her.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ill be there as soon as I can! Bye, grandpa."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Bye, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">What could Marina be up to now? How could I have forgotten about her? Oh no, now I have to deal with her, and figure this out. But will grandpa or grandma even be able to help me?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well guys, lots will be revealed next chapter. You don't want to miss it. Stay tuned!</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-237882134795928442011-06-21T19:13:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:13:16.255-07:00Chapter 20<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9O8PxNqSQxF8PZX4OoCzo9bt9KyDOu24fubABujNG8ZbOsruwTF1xjYj56oLXHnjzJQWkHSVCTYbUlbhwEzse-xk5dn7IT8aEqNHxEU6SogAQxOSoZsZT85V6xhTAUdO-inZ1DTPViE/s1600/Screenshot-49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9O8PxNqSQxF8PZX4OoCzo9bt9KyDOu24fubABujNG8ZbOsruwTF1xjYj56oLXHnjzJQWkHSVCTYbUlbhwEzse-xk5dn7IT8aEqNHxEU6SogAQxOSoZsZT85V6xhTAUdO-inZ1DTPViE/s640/Screenshot-49.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I dropped Rachelle off and arrived home, I was super exhausted and I skipped brushing my teeth and showering. I was just that tired. I think I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow. This is the point where someone would say that they had a dreamless night, but that is so not me. I'm not just some random 'someone.'</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc99ipDEgjXzfRXvv9fnd3fo84nnIlLQv-xLClUPaFMwRI8nIkoyMGh1asbMcz5YasjrXTFqgmd9aRpf8m1D-KYyPGCEIVn27qM2PiKeNfET3aW5RbUsxXO9a4j4YVt3MB84u92ycJnU0/s1600/Screenshot-60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc99ipDEgjXzfRXvv9fnd3fo84nnIlLQv-xLClUPaFMwRI8nIkoyMGh1asbMcz5YasjrXTFqgmd9aRpf8m1D-KYyPGCEIVn27qM2PiKeNfET3aW5RbUsxXO9a4j4YVt3MB84u92ycJnU0/s640/Screenshot-60.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was then walking aimlessly around Bridgeport.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was lucid right then, right from the beginning of the dream. I was eager to try Rachelle and my plan. I started to think the worst.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>OMG, I'm drowing! Where is a certain person when I need her?</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The second part of my thought was really stupid sounding, hopefully it will count. I'm not quite the actor that Rachelle is.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I could feel a tingly little 'ring' in the back of my brain. I brought it into my consious, and I listened to it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>OMG Alex! Get your freaking tush over hear!</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It felt like I was going to lose my hearing from her super loud voice (wow that girl can scream), and her voice was only coming through my head-and it still felt like my ear drums were going to burst! She really is good at being loud and dramatic. Hers sounded freaking real, because she actually chose to use something that was true. And of course I had to say something stupid. <em>Of course. </em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So I continued to walk, knowing that in a few steps, I would be where ever it was that she was. I was willing for it to work.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>This is my dream and it will work. I will be where ever it is that Rachelle it is, in just a few brief moments.</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcAT1C5_loKyEgx3g4eXokMVsePkidw9U2w4S6v6AxCSe4EOI_g6MX5hhG41Ur-PJtx_azd2HoRzSJTMe7SY_9svKSuEoy0B75R8kYU-fV9eqfJP-VUDH8xO3r4O8AJJxsM8VERieFTY/s1600/Screenshot-53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcAT1C5_loKyEgx3g4eXokMVsePkidw9U2w4S6v6AxCSe4EOI_g6MX5hhG41Ur-PJtx_azd2HoRzSJTMe7SY_9svKSuEoy0B75R8kYU-fV9eqfJP-VUDH8xO3r4O8AJJxsM8VERieFTY/s640/Screenshot-53.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And it worked. I appeared in a small little room very high up. It was very stony and renaisance-ish looking.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle smiled at me.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ah, so you made it. How did it feel?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Like you were invading my thoughts."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She frowned. "Uh-what do you mean I was invading your thoughts?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I laughed. "Oh, because I felt like it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well then, I'm glad that you felt like it. So I've been thinking, we should fly out of here, huh?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Like...how? There are no doors."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Imagination, Alex, imagination. This is...our dream, so we can do whatever. Just go through the window as if you were a ghost. You know, don't break it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alright!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6xCH0sRGRasytSgC8F6uvg9OdbVcANkXMLBcKtlG6ABWlqXKt32dZb5qpWf601UdDSIRk9WZ6jvckaE6jmscayYGxMH74OQwIVLk4AHzMSSScxjVYw-DRtBfW6nS2NQMO7wy1EIxeM8/s1600/Screenshot-54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6xCH0sRGRasytSgC8F6uvg9OdbVcANkXMLBcKtlG6ABWlqXKt32dZb5qpWf601UdDSIRk9WZ6jvckaE6jmscayYGxMH74OQwIVLk4AHzMSSScxjVYw-DRtBfW6nS2NQMO7wy1EIxeM8/s640/Screenshot-54.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I put my faith in it, and I followed her out of the window. It was weird to go right through the window without me hurting or it shattering into a million tiny pieces. But, I was fine. Then she noticed a door below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on, let's see what's behind that door."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds good."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sometimes one of my favorite things to do in lucid dreams is just exploring. It's amazing what you can see and what your brain can make you think that you're seeing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked around, and I could tell what she meant by the 'dream aura', it really didn't feel like real life. It was just strange that Rachelle was with me, since now I've actually seen-and hung out with her-in real life. It was like the one true element in the whole dream place.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsubxr3X5Kea28DNMZJd85PRV6fx3Mq6RMxByR1p9BCEPHlkChPF0RecfwpP6nRSreUuFKfHE-oXFYvK7u2JKpTaXenAZVpq0hHIMJYgOczwdrv3GAN-KKTH51VNYc5Wk5Se_kS31r37w/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsubxr3X5Kea28DNMZJd85PRV6fx3Mq6RMxByR1p9BCEPHlkChPF0RecfwpP6nRSreUuFKfHE-oXFYvK7u2JKpTaXenAZVpq0hHIMJYgOczwdrv3GAN-KKTH51VNYc5Wk5Se_kS31r37w/s640/Screenshot-55.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we got inside, it was similar to what it looked like on the outside, it was all old time-y. There was a very beautiful, and I looked at Rachelle's face (I guess now that I know what she looks like and I've seen her in real life, I can more easily make our her face now in this dream), and it was bright red, like, scorching red. She probably was embarassed by what the room was insinuating, if you know what I mean. I was a little embarassed by it too, but I didn't show it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on, take my hands and we can teleport ourselves to another part of the house."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured neither of wanted to be in that room for another minute, even to just walk through it. I mean, why not if we can teleport anyway?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sure, sounds good, Alex."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UhmVbdAoDk7ZwGPKgakMqFR7r5OJ8sNbk9kXCCDMvDFjwW1Ppsfj7HuGQDmd-5ognwIX5d7jTk4iyHEkh0OnNGDpzlzTnkSeBIGZOHde6gUEcR_1ld_t_a688g7_hu-fMN9f0KVjSZM/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UhmVbdAoDk7ZwGPKgakMqFR7r5OJ8sNbk9kXCCDMvDFjwW1Ppsfj7HuGQDmd-5ognwIX5d7jTk4iyHEkh0OnNGDpzlzTnkSeBIGZOHde6gUEcR_1ld_t_a688g7_hu-fMN9f0KVjSZM/s640/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I started to let go of her hands, we were in another room. The teleportation was rather sudden. Nothing really <em>really</em> happened. I blinked, and we were there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This room was rather large, and right behind us layed a sofa, it was a soft ivory color, very fancy looking. And comfy looking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I nodded toward the sofa, and Rachelle nodded blankly, though really she was acting shy.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb6YqcIsXpCODcGnM2d_7in2hfl1RrsBYtkML6_iFwzVks7j9UAo55_OezQj2BNcqQE8O37uO4sS_1skbXv_vqbSpXgF8-eg9ggb5Pf3qVO5e6Jq8RmwMyUyWKTFmI8SXe847pcnL9A8/s1600/Screenshot-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb6YqcIsXpCODcGnM2d_7in2hfl1RrsBYtkML6_iFwzVks7j9UAo55_OezQj2BNcqQE8O37uO4sS_1skbXv_vqbSpXgF8-eg9ggb5Pf3qVO5e6Jq8RmwMyUyWKTFmI8SXe847pcnL9A8/s640/Screenshot-57.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sat down and she sat beside me. I started to put my arm over her, and she scooted over to me. She was staring at the tiles on the floor, suddenly acting really shy. I was surprisingly confident. It's funny. She said how she is more confident in dreams, and that seems to be true for me. I guess not as much today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Alex, that's because we both know this isn't just in our own heads anymore. It's just not me that truly exists in the real world, you do too. How we're acting toward each other is closer to how we'd act in the waking world-and you're just being surprisingly confident. And sexy...But the only reason I 'say' that is because it's easy to think but not to think aloud.'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What was that, Rachelle?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um..you heard that?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah I did. I'm getting up there in my dreaming skills. I may be able to compete with you one day."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, you wish."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, I not only wish but it'll come true. But don't change the subject-what was that?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh...um..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You don't have to act like this. You know that we have a bond, you can tell me anything. What, am I going to think you're weird? Yes, you are. But I'm the king of weird, nothing new to me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok, fine. I thought that you were sexy..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And you're beautiful. See, was that so hard?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She smiled up at me wide, and I reciprocated.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcwTD4o6bLiWqMLd87zIYXXZLNaLPPsEg723S_KElahmKU0Ef-WQ5ULkcjuyFTaxgJEhiZF_LXr4nirKoaGKOdNxX7E0Ec_RIIa6HkJl3KcIrWIBQRdvnsv2MSc9r5inRq0QhA1VpruA/s1600/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcwTD4o6bLiWqMLd87zIYXXZLNaLPPsEg723S_KElahmKU0Ef-WQ5ULkcjuyFTaxgJEhiZF_LXr4nirKoaGKOdNxX7E0Ec_RIIa6HkJl3KcIrWIBQRdvnsv2MSc9r5inRq0QhA1VpruA/s640/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then all of a sudden, I heard someone walking toward us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Llama, Alex. I thought I told you that I'm real. I exist and you still haven't done anything about it."<br />
"Yeah, sure. You're just a figment of my imagination. I could always just think you away-this is our dream-as in mine and Rachelle's. You just replicated yourself out of me since you're me. Why am I kidding yourself?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You've got it all wrong, Alex. I need your help."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then without another word, he disapeared, leaving no trace that he was ever there. I was half thinking that he wasn't ever there in the first place.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFBqxn134ZhNhtlQ7PbwkQHyVEgNJWKE_kQCt-uQf2UcC29_dFv6FyhoDDUFHA31MegOCADQVSjO_cEIkZcZVjucgpGyjUhcnxIqP5E1s3aa0wGM_8eK5WTe3avK7FDoBEbx8DQzEq5I/s1600/Screenshot-59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFBqxn134ZhNhtlQ7PbwkQHyVEgNJWKE_kQCt-uQf2UcC29_dFv6FyhoDDUFHA31MegOCADQVSjO_cEIkZcZVjucgpGyjUhcnxIqP5E1s3aa0wGM_8eK5WTe3avK7FDoBEbx8DQzEq5I/s640/Screenshot-59.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at Rachelle and she looked at me. I just let myself get lost in her gorgeous big eyes. I didn't want to think of my self appearing in my dream, it was really starting to get to me. Whenever he'd be in my dreams, I would shiver inside. It's very creepy to see yourself when it's not in a mirror. Funny how he was in one of my dreams involving a mirror. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could tell that Rachelle didn't want to think about it either. I didn't feel like reading her mind though, I was scared of what she's thinking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could feel myself getting lost in her eyes so much, that I could feel the dream fading.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3zVFgt2y0HxcAJIxEa5CkC2A26g0eM7rC50F-ZM-Ughr02bGn_oFJC42RaeY4OlmEXIx1kiPg9gX27GdTiNkjgVmglace6_Q4dk9BcWnr_-vMloqff5h3N5spRqjgR6C5a5LkmV48dc/s1600/Screenshot-50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3zVFgt2y0HxcAJIxEa5CkC2A26g0eM7rC50F-ZM-Ughr02bGn_oFJC42RaeY4OlmEXIx1kiPg9gX27GdTiNkjgVmglace6_Q4dk9BcWnr_-vMloqff5h3N5spRqjgR6C5a5LkmV48dc/s640/Screenshot-50.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I woke up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, that was a great dream gone creepy.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why does my mind keep making another me appear in my dreams? What's the point. I get that dreams are weird and that random things happen in them, but if it's so happen, why does he keep coming into my dreams more than just once? It wasn't even twice. What has it but, like five by now? More? Will he ever stop appearing in my dreams? It's really starting to get on my nervers.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbft4_xo3FwO9YjjCohe4DbLZWUkyoJlT78XWU1vNwM_9sSM_txAFJ0x273NlsjNJ38ocN6wrslok2dgqkSfoNgjkT6ZlMpEQ3f5IevakvAgP0R3H4mtivzYowkDGd35_p-N39KgrXUI/s1600/Screenshot-51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbft4_xo3FwO9YjjCohe4DbLZWUkyoJlT78XWU1vNwM_9sSM_txAFJ0x273NlsjNJ38ocN6wrslok2dgqkSfoNgjkT6ZlMpEQ3f5IevakvAgP0R3H4mtivzYowkDGd35_p-N39KgrXUI/s640/Screenshot-51.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got up and I hopped in the shower. I was feeling really scummy. The bathroom was surprisingly big, but not super glamorous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, I wished to shower not only to scrub away all of my dirt and grime, but showers are the hallmark for the place to think, along with gettin on with your musical talent. But, I'm not really a singer. I was thinking about everything that's happened lately. It was a little much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So I become interested in dreams after recalling a little nightmare, then Mr. Simmons points out to me that what I really could be interested in might be 'right under my nose'. Soon I figure out that for me it's dreams. I have dreams, learn about lucid dreaming, and then this girl randomly shows up in a dream, and I was teleported there. She is going to kiss me. Then I have other dreams where she comes in and saves me, and then I go to a dreaming presentation, which connects with it all. And she's there! Then I truly get to know her (or at least start to), and she is totally the girl for me, and we've already clicked. So I can pretty much say that dreams have made my life good.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wow, who else can say that that's happened to them?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M9aBXVkwMI0iobz6UC_8QoE8iA1kGTMa4D-eRhxQQFKR9ZU21jWA0VmQPfOrhG0lY-vWj14gQYCgY9-tdPmfe3hYgGbyw73kSUOcBXT4CBopoRMyoHLVhCdgV6Qrhzo2u1nm3PtyJgs/s1600/Screenshot-52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M9aBXVkwMI0iobz6UC_8QoE8iA1kGTMa4D-eRhxQQFKR9ZU21jWA0VmQPfOrhG0lY-vWj14gQYCgY9-tdPmfe3hYgGbyw73kSUOcBXT4CBopoRMyoHLVhCdgV6Qrhzo2u1nm3PtyJgs/s640/Screenshot-52.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I was done with my shower and having breakfast, I decided that until four I would visit the art museum, it was at least <em>something</em> to do. I was pleasantly surprised right from the beginning. The outside was shaped was strangely, in a good way. Strange is like me. In a messed up way, I thought that it resembled the brain with all of its nooks and crannies and its complex shapes, and even the random dispersion of the windows. Yeah, only I would think of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inside, it looked similar to the outside in that all of the paintings were strange, modern paintings. But I like strange. Some of the paintings were horribly simple, though. Like, I would be able to do it. Take a brush, paint, and a canvas, and I could just splat paint all over the canvas and call it a work of art. Them modern artists have it good.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcOVwQr-_3-vKN3Go7Eb1Wo1G5x7v7lAMP7gU4h0emOFzVqASFAlWPklRPPfEvyxVLfWfk0xuodE_vhWRMPu0Wn_ydCpYOhkv0WoEsa41S7bxEymY0P4dg2Ki6Nvo8agsLHbkMS3rGzc/s1600/Screenshot-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcOVwQr-_3-vKN3Go7Eb1Wo1G5x7v7lAMP7gU4h0emOFzVqASFAlWPklRPPfEvyxVLfWfk0xuodE_vhWRMPu0Wn_ydCpYOhkv0WoEsa41S7bxEymY0P4dg2Ki6Nvo8agsLHbkMS3rGzc/s640/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was happy when I was finally able to get to her house, I arrived at four ten, so at least I wasn't arriving right at four, so I wasn't seeming so pushy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But she seemed a little excited. I arrived right at the door, and she came right out. It was almost like we were telepathic, like in our dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wow, you seem eager."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ha ha, Alex. I just came out here to get the mail, actually. You just so happened to stand right there right as I was coming out."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I figured it was something like that and you weren't happy to see me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course I'm happy to see you! Come inside, forget about the mail."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG9pKzAQ83kM7_LoNIOG8UH2L3r42VTcwNX_SSvw-qKh5tOHr6TqjBIOaGusUN7TJeM21LFd8vPTOidRIEBq7L6zRT5x6TnF38V6P6rePIqpwx3hETKHmHsBojjv7UNLD1clhCd7hHdU/s1600/Screenshot-62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG9pKzAQ83kM7_LoNIOG8UH2L3r42VTcwNX_SSvw-qKh5tOHr6TqjBIOaGusUN7TJeM21LFd8vPTOidRIEBq7L6zRT5x6TnF38V6P6rePIqpwx3hETKHmHsBojjv7UNLD1clhCd7hHdU/s640/Screenshot-62.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'll give you a tour of my modest, ugly abode. This is the kitchen/living room."<br />
"Love the touch of the cow couch!"<br />
"Yeah I know it's hideous. I wish it could be any other pattern, but I need more money before I can afford anything better. College is expensive, and I've only just started my first full time job!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I'm sorry. I wouldn't know how that is. I am just a slacker and didn't go to college. I'm just a modest salesman."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She playfully shoved me, most likely since she didn't know what to say to that.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZw02kwVmxBcgvw7r468-mnppgReqzPQLjtvZVkz7nAzKFj3uWeBIykUK4QbnprRst3zlrcqkVpvAgdpJe_f3FuXGiwyHDF4mGPhZk8l4LiHudpjEdr1l7CLAy3vnszJW6bVnrT-q4_P8/s1600/Screenshot-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZw02kwVmxBcgvw7r468-mnppgReqzPQLjtvZVkz7nAzKFj3uWeBIykUK4QbnprRst3zlrcqkVpvAgdpJe_f3FuXGiwyHDF4mGPhZk8l4LiHudpjEdr1l7CLAy3vnszJW6bVnrT-q4_P8/s640/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"This is my room."<br />
"Wow, it's way better then downstairs."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I've been spending my money for my room, as this is where I spend the most time. It's funny, as a teenager I had a really cute room and everything, but I rarely spent time in it. And now that I live alone, I spend all sorts of time up here!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How ironic."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah! I guess that's because it just looks so much better up here. If the living room was roomy and the house was just plain better, I would probably spend more time there. There is one thing I really want to change up here. I don't like the wallpaper so much. Wallpaper isn't my thing, and it came with the house. I'm a bright color kind of person, but wallpaper...eh!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, you seem like a bright color kind of person. Your personality screams 'look at me.'"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ha ha, you think so? Thanks. So I was thinking we could walk to a park."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds good. Alright then, let's go."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8WvRFgBKumsNsKC1H1mwsKe-9pj4iqlkvSwXeS93_enYuIfWrTq1EHjhXtfFCEidK-DD8Yyj2KzBuJiro-HXEXEvPM9F3NZj6-A2FIYSI26LqG-SxWhuHOyW_FyDMp7m8XtjyFBeeFU/s1600/Screenshot-64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8WvRFgBKumsNsKC1H1mwsKe-9pj4iqlkvSwXeS93_enYuIfWrTq1EHjhXtfFCEidK-DD8Yyj2KzBuJiro-HXEXEvPM9F3NZj6-A2FIYSI26LqG-SxWhuHOyW_FyDMp7m8XtjyFBeeFU/s640/Screenshot-64.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, Rachelle did say we were going to walk to a park, so of course we did. But I was stupid because here I was thinking it would take under a half hour, but it took about twice as that. And it was a really hot day, and here I was in a long sleeved shirt and jeans. She was way more suited for the weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ugh Rachelle, this walk is so long and it's so hot."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, it is." She looked from side to side and up and down. "In mor than one way."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, she digs me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYbG5oBk3jBsmfxnII6Y-qhQjm2Mq8DX239xUu8tjECbI2Dw6bxeGewpelBWmwl4wtpx4oiCaha7eBo_fmjP4KXikiVOlMQUYZXiSiTHjFrS24Gf-tw-0fqRvlmAw24Pn-5ER2SoRFmU/s1600/Screenshot-65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYbG5oBk3jBsmfxnII6Y-qhQjm2Mq8DX239xUu8tjECbI2Dw6bxeGewpelBWmwl4wtpx4oiCaha7eBo_fmjP4KXikiVOlMQUYZXiSiTHjFrS24Gf-tw-0fqRvlmAw24Pn-5ER2SoRFmU/s640/Screenshot-65.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally (after maybe an hour), we arrived at the park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wow-some park."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I know! I don't know what it's really called, but I call it the butterfly park because of that butterfly right there. Whoever designed that is a creative genius. It's one thing to draw a butterfly, but another to make it large scale. It's way bigger than me, that's for sure."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah it is cool. So when are we going to get to our destination, exactly?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, just a little more, your feet can take it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, there was one good thing about the walk taking so long. It was much more fun than going to the gym. I had a companion to talk with, and our conversation never seemed to lull.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBKn0o_OD5W2ovQFeEwGazh5NMIA86QLa2FDN_Kbvy3oJoFOgDoSUQfn_YAtFBcn2Dx9y5HgZ673MBKeqJgPKZ8z4x_QCklPabL7uGrsCI5B1EiYveBdm6v9aVaRq3iIULsHvkQkeiIs/s1600/Screenshot-66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBKn0o_OD5W2ovQFeEwGazh5NMIA86QLa2FDN_Kbvy3oJoFOgDoSUQfn_YAtFBcn2Dx9y5HgZ673MBKeqJgPKZ8z4x_QCklPabL7uGrsCI5B1EiYveBdm6v9aVaRq3iIULsHvkQkeiIs/s640/Screenshot-66.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went into the little building and ended up coming into the dome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Why is there a dome here, exactly?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"This is a butterfly sanctuary. Rare butterflies are kept and preserved here, and some are released into the wild. It's genius. At the moment most are still in their cocoons, so that's why you don't see any flying about."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wow, that's pretty cool. So-they're tropical butterflies."<br />
"Yep."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was assuming they were since it was like a hundred degrees in there and humid. Like, a hundred percent humidity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How long do we have to stay in here?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gave me this pout face. "Why, do you not want to be with me anymore?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course not! I love your company. I<em> adore </em>it. But I'm burning up a storm here."<br />
"Soon. Be patient."<em> </em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVjPYRLxkkDzo6Y4AkCXFe3b4cgt2IEnjpXxtVmgIT8eT7_Fq8jdOn_W49oLBI36fWkC7gbzCKW3KABxQaiO3kPHFLk8nPH7Nv9a9dHYEmcTm8AJLdy4i5MhZHXbdYT_qK1RiZ6KNK4A/s1600/Screenshot-67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVjPYRLxkkDzo6Y4AkCXFe3b4cgt2IEnjpXxtVmgIT8eT7_Fq8jdOn_W49oLBI36fWkC7gbzCKW3KABxQaiO3kPHFLk8nPH7Nv9a9dHYEmcTm8AJLdy4i5MhZHXbdYT_qK1RiZ6KNK4A/s640/Screenshot-67.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then she started to walk in the center.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-are we allowed to leave the path?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, maybe not technically, but if we didn't, then I wouldn't be able to show you something... Most people don't know about it because they think that because this is a sanctuary for rare butterflies that they're not allowed to go past the paths. Or maybe people just aren't comfortable with it. I don't know, I'm not them."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So...what are we supposed to see exactly?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I spotted it. Between a few palm trees layed a hole.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"A hole?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup, a hole."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"A <em>hole</em>?!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes a hole, we've already gone through that! Now just go through the hole."<br />
"Are you crazy?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No, of course not. I've done it before! Geez, just watch me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She went down, and to my surprise she didn't fall down or anything, she didn't even look dirty. I was able to make out some sort of pole.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I went down carefully, and I felt the pole.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"There you go-you got this Alex. Just slide down the pole."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeWY3PbQMab4DMFM5T0i0X1s-qBU140jxAKF3HDokN5s74JxM-DXJL34UWVeEAK40Z8ox2MKskOF6FcCS-RsRJy3qRFuRSDzMa_nyNb0v0J_pK-JztlsbIbU1ZUZgRl0SgMb4Q2A2dJY/s1600/Screenshot-69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeWY3PbQMab4DMFM5T0i0X1s-qBU140jxAKF3HDokN5s74JxM-DXJL34UWVeEAK40Z8ox2MKskOF6FcCS-RsRJy3qRFuRSDzMa_nyNb0v0J_pK-JztlsbIbU1ZUZgRl0SgMb4Q2A2dJY/s640/Screenshot-69.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We made it down, and it was significantly cooler. It was a very welcome change. The room was empty besides a game called gnub.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Have you ever played this before, Alex?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Actually, no."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I haven't always been a game enthusiast as Rachelle obviously is, but that's just because I guess my parents weren't, so we never owned any. But thanks to Rachelle, I was beginning to understand that I liked games.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You just knock down the bunnies with a stick, then you can try at the king and you win. Simple."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds easy enough!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And it was really easy. I actually ended up winning!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Beginners luck!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, what's with all of the rocks?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do you really wanna know?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do you really <em>really </em>wanna know?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Okay then. They don't just look really cool. You see that large clump in the corner? A surprise awaits under it."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC6TM0c64LPIoIh7M0t0_jV-QxcaU_4Y1whrznTPHDwAorM_01-EJY4ZOmdlgXUafr3DKFqYIh8Jd87Aod4mdRemITheKo9tU7qGYL-M_O7AI44ilfPBXKvCajFfacud7ypMi02ajPCs/s1600/Screenshot-68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC6TM0c64LPIoIh7M0t0_jV-QxcaU_4Y1whrznTPHDwAorM_01-EJY4ZOmdlgXUafr3DKFqYIh8Jd87Aod4mdRemITheKo9tU7qGYL-M_O7AI44ilfPBXKvCajFfacud7ypMi02ajPCs/s640/Screenshot-68.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So Rachelle made me move the rocks, and they were heavy. Very heavy. As I moved the last rock, Rachelle looked at the hole I uncovered.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"We have to go down there?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup, another hole!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, what's up with these holes? It's very insane and surprisingly dream-like."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I am not sure, but I like to think that someone left a little gift here for anyone that is willing to look and explore. But isn't it fun?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I suppose so."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok, down we go! Me first."</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuOXz9mXmh5Ussc2N0kqo3ArirAXQ8M6Fh83HTRSKoL8kzeK8ozSFusKHTduNvZPR9ab7hdLfKOtV2OYvya_bHn5aDw5M90901UpaNVLEkMiPqALQEqOzTD1jPbCl-r8uNDGvCwmEAsQ/s1600/Screenshot-70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuOXz9mXmh5Ussc2N0kqo3ArirAXQ8M6Fh83HTRSKoL8kzeK8ozSFusKHTduNvZPR9ab7hdLfKOtV2OYvya_bHn5aDw5M90901UpaNVLEkMiPqALQEqOzTD1jPbCl-r8uNDGvCwmEAsQ/s640/Screenshot-70.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we made it down (which by the way was down a slide into a little bit of water. There was a moat-pool around this room), Rachelle took off her clothes to reveal a purple suit (aparently she was expecting that we'd come here), and I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground. I could tell that Rachelle was staring at me, and it wasn't my face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The whole room was beautiful, unlike the room above. It was covered in stones and pebbles and a few plants-though they must have been plastic, because how could you bring water up here?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But what about the pool's water?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured it could be taken from ground water, because otherwise it would make no sense.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Awesome space huh," she says with much enthusiasm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, yes." I changed the tone to make it more flirty, and I raised an eyebrow.<em> Once again, thank you Marshall and Jeff. Note to self: thank Marshall and Jeff when I get home.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> </em>"Hey, let's get in the hot tub."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yup, a pool and a hot tub underground. Couldn't be more epic!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L-ZIOsyA-4pCHfPHN0tS3WIbaOugBsWg99z9EGa8Jrx1-VGi2UTKO28kYQNoo6SnYLarrN_D1LjQIRb7508ImwVIrmStf_ayLfl66DjgGF1gfNCQ34AUzT8as7DMJo9Dxq_TIoitJHU/s1600/Screenshot-71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L-ZIOsyA-4pCHfPHN0tS3WIbaOugBsWg99z9EGa8Jrx1-VGi2UTKO28kYQNoo6SnYLarrN_D1LjQIRb7508ImwVIrmStf_ayLfl66DjgGF1gfNCQ34AUzT8as7DMJo9Dxq_TIoitJHU/s640/Screenshot-71.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got in the hot tub, and she followed. Then we turned on the radio. Yeah, a radio too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So...about you showing up in your dreams-the other you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, isn't that weird? Other me gives me the creeps."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, it is a little ominous to see two of you in dreams."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You've only seen other me one other time, I've had to deal with him a few times before. He seems to think that I should believe that he is real and not just me. Not just my mind manifesting itself as him."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You know, this is going to sound insane, but I think he's telling the truth."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I don't get it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You may want to look into it. I'm real and I've been in your dreams just as he said."<br />
"Yeah, but that's different. You're an entirely different person-but that guy is<em> me</em>."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She shrugs. "I don't know. He won't leave you alone, clearly. You should just try to think about it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And do what about it, exactly? Go looking for him, that is me, in real life?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'd say to keep your eyes peeled."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Pch, this is silly, and impossible.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaanLu9DR_cUClESblX3t3oyCAZi36ABncP0Ws8-bsynZ543N83LiY6oS89_wDkKlNIyy1nFJyu-yvs8Bg7ARIONur7mWCY8f39vJa1z6r3dm_BjI-lhelhGH3OTse2YWc_4usFuZNUIg/s1600/Screenshot-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaanLu9DR_cUClESblX3t3oyCAZi36ABncP0Ws8-bsynZ543N83LiY6oS89_wDkKlNIyy1nFJyu-yvs8Bg7ARIONur7mWCY8f39vJa1z6r3dm_BjI-lhelhGH3OTse2YWc_4usFuZNUIg/s640/Screenshot-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to kiss her to shut her up. I really like this girl, llama knows, but it was really weird to talk about other me from my dreams-he can't possibly be real!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I swear we were kissing for five minutes straight. I was gasping for air often, but we couldn't peel ourselves from each other. The kissing was slightly better than yesturday, don't get me wrong, your first kiss is unforgettable, but this time our lips weren't leaving for seconds at a time, and we were getting better and better each second. We were each other's mutual teachers.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-89273991900780424742011-06-20T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-20T12:00:40.773-07:00Chapter 19<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAdqV2Z6HcLq_pv2f_zt7x9zq1W_3LGUza1z6aLzEMs5hsWw95ocC6vMdxPkBmf5ZrcRglm00I9QvShUBCcvp3nm5AxvF-RJHpih5M4fP6CN3JUObvtAUw0Kq745o0Kcoletx-Qshv1Y/s1600/Screenshot-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAdqV2Z6HcLq_pv2f_zt7x9zq1W_3LGUza1z6aLzEMs5hsWw95ocC6vMdxPkBmf5ZrcRglm00I9QvShUBCcvp3nm5AxvF-RJHpih5M4fP6CN3JUObvtAUw0Kq745o0Kcoletx-Qshv1Y/s640/Screenshot-19.jpg" width="640" /></a> The janitor went right over to the puke to do his job, and <em>that</em> awkwardness subsided.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But then a new <em>type </em>of awkwardness arose. Rachelle threw her head back, and started to crack up. Her whole body was shaking, she was laughing so hard. So hard she probably was going to start ROFLing if you know what I mean...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I give her this look (her expressions are seemingly starting to appear on my face!), but that just makes her laugh louder. Somehow I encouraged her to laugh more without meaning to.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvTfYlXPu0zj6owKvNXau5uAP8uqcmXQ8mFQwF7A1jNJkCzWYOJYe7rY4Kk_QPLSi5FAnOp1XE6-nBk_lgSqWkbZM-NJus1swVWrXjgZJhlebzHHNFjwT-sWC4fB8FqXsq_Ul-ZIGCIw/s1600/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvTfYlXPu0zj6owKvNXau5uAP8uqcmXQ8mFQwF7A1jNJkCzWYOJYe7rY4Kk_QPLSi5FAnOp1XE6-nBk_lgSqWkbZM-NJus1swVWrXjgZJhlebzHHNFjwT-sWC4fB8FqXsq_Ul-ZIGCIw/s640/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally, she stopped, it didn't ever seem like she ever would! I really liked her laugh. It's nice to hear people laugh now and then, because I don't really know anyone that does that often. And, she already says that she laughs a lot. That will be a breath of fresh air (yeah, I said <em>will</em>).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm going to have to send the kids in soon, once the janitor is done cleaning up and it looks like that's going to be soon..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She stared deep into my eyes not wanting me to go, so that was my push for what I was about to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, I don't want to just<em> leave you</em>, leave you, like, never see you again. I finally found you, and I didn't even know I was going to <em>ever </em>find you when I first started having those...dreams. I can't just leave and that's it! Will you go somewhere to eat with me tonight...?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Have I ever told you, Marshall and Jeff, that I love you and appreciate you</em>, because otherwise my finger would've frozen in mid-air and she would've moved her hand across my eyes and ask, 'is anybody there?'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That was quite a drawn out way of asking me out."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I blushed. It was, it really was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And I like it-no need to get red. Oh, but you can, scratch that. You're adorable when you blush. Of course I'll go to dinner with you-I thought you'd never ask. But I have to warn you, I am very weird. You up for that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I nod forcefully, so much so that I thought my head was going to wam right over to the end of the room in the fish tank on her desk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She raises one eyebrow. "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. Where did you have in mind?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I thought you'd pick it, since you live here and everything..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I do now, but I haven't for long. But I do know of a place. Danny's Grillhouse is really good. It's not upscale or anything, don't worry. I'm not really an upscale girl."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh good, that's great. Cause I'm going to warn you, I only brought these clothes because I thought I was only going to be here for one day-then you came along..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's okay, I'm not the type of girl that wants the guy to wear a suit to a casual barbeque place. Everyone would look at you all..." She gave this disgusted face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alright, I'll pick you up at seven. What's your address?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">She put her hand up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Pick me up at five. You may be used to those classic dates in which the girls want to be picked up at seven, but I'm not a classic girl. And my address is..." She found a piece of paper and wrote her address on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alright, five it is."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Llama, I really like this girl. While everyone is the rose, she's a tulip, so for once I don't feel so alone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vtShovAvveiIJPaR2Xeh3Vh-WA4c_d7cLPlg7SIVdSw7BHMg5SOEb6xJPdjP-5EdLioieGl48L06KMX-iEGmpX60r7OqbpS9aPZSMKpqQle_9DJsNowlXETWUlZbbdLh3j5h4ByCxSA/s1600/Screenshot-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vtShovAvveiIJPaR2Xeh3Vh-WA4c_d7cLPlg7SIVdSw7BHMg5SOEb6xJPdjP-5EdLioieGl48L06KMX-iEGmpX60r7OqbpS9aPZSMKpqQle_9DJsNowlXETWUlZbbdLh3j5h4ByCxSA/s640/Screenshot-20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once it was finally five o' clock and I was completly bored of having absolutely nothing to do at the hotel, I went over to her address.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wasn't really what I expected. Her house didn't scream unique like she was, and it was on the smaller side. But really, all people on their young twenties side are on the small side in where they live, I was just lucky because I <em>technically</em> come from money. Plus, Bridgeport is a city and I can't imagine how much her bills must be. She did keep it up well, though. There were cute little trees around the front yard, as well as some flowers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For once, I didn't read her house to determine who she was. As she even said, she is not a classic girl, and this house is totally suburban classic looking.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9EIbSmysT6nyIUZelZYLAWNFcLRqAOgto4EPhx_esKndI9ijOEkztxeia4BOCpfhyphenhyphensNu3P8b49Heuecv4njTP4lng3zuFABbEYlV-MqAftUKB-waMV1DDoZLqFSOefGNwjakCMZgSvyY/s1600/Screenshot-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9EIbSmysT6nyIUZelZYLAWNFcLRqAOgto4EPhx_esKndI9ijOEkztxeia4BOCpfhyphenhyphensNu3P8b49Heuecv4njTP4lng3zuFABbEYlV-MqAftUKB-waMV1DDoZLqFSOefGNwjakCMZgSvyY/s640/Screenshot-21.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knocked on the door, and she came bursting out, and I use that term loosely. It's not like as soon as my knuckles hit the door, her hand was right there opening the door up, and coming out so fast that she practically hit her head on the door because of the speed in which she made it out the door. No, I mean she came out right when I knocked on the door without it being insane. See, I was right. A<em> classic </em>suburbian lady would have still been doing her hair, and would yell out 'I'll be there in a minute', when really it would be another ten minutes. I was just glad that Rachelle wasn't like that!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was intrigued to see what she wore when she stepped out. She certainly wasn't like one of those prissy blondes that say 'wear something casual', but really they look super glamorous when they step out of the door. She was casual, but I could see that she didn't just throw it on. The color of her shirt was<em> teal </em>(the only reason I remember that is because she explained that color in a dream once), and across it was polka dots. Not your everyday shirt. She topped it off with dark jeans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Nice outfit, Rachelle! You look beautiful."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thanks, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's creepy to me that she knows my name without my ever saying it, but I guess I <em>technically</em> told her in a dream once when she asked. It's weird that she even asked. I mean, who asks for your name in a dream, especially if you're lucid? Because I don't go around in lucid dreams and ask what anyone's name is, because it doesn't matter... I could spend the time doing something else.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAoLet0AeLxe_rIGRQMSlOJ14Yi4E9uISfIUucvDGegzWi8KXKbOCRWlG6dY5har2fawS1bkmD4WHZN2qDiwJKv0zNahx0PH_7e5CL5wmGwDDGDCDRpxEAzsGm4cx7olwC4zLtruoLTE/s1600/Screenshot-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAoLet0AeLxe_rIGRQMSlOJ14Yi4E9uISfIUucvDGegzWi8KXKbOCRWlG6dY5har2fawS1bkmD4WHZN2qDiwJKv0zNahx0PH_7e5CL5wmGwDDGDCDRpxEAzsGm4cx7olwC4zLtruoLTE/s640/Screenshot-22.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We arrived at Danny's Grillhouse pretty quickly. Unlike with Cassandra (I guess I'm going to just keep comparing the two, even though they're nothing alike, just because she was the only person that I've ever gone on a date with, besides Rachelle), the ride went very well and the awkwardness was kept to a minimum. We did talk about things, but do I remember what? Not really. We just talked about the randomest things. Sometimes we both got a little weird, but obviously we were getting comfortable with each other already, and I suppose it's because we both detected our weirdness.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"This looks like a really nice place!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, it is. You've just<em> got </em>to try one of their cheeseburgers. They're like totally melt in your mouth... and the buns are so soft and delicious..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You would do well as a door to door salesman."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yes, I was able to slip my job in there!</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't quite sure why I even cared to do so, maybe because I was desperate for her to know me from the inside and out, because maybe she would get me.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglM-qWuGvMc5zrmDFiN8Ai1hci5mUBN-cm5YhfnowBz_JW0r1sl-JzEXm9YHBgNujzIH7oG_liPyV5Peiw2f42TooG6qFSG5SJrgfmTYJ-VO-CTPGD3GVfMdFuyrUWuICed7LLYW144s/s1600/Screenshot-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglM-qWuGvMc5zrmDFiN8Ai1hci5mUBN-cm5YhfnowBz_JW0r1sl-JzEXm9YHBgNujzIH7oG_liPyV5Peiw2f42TooG6qFSG5SJrgfmTYJ-VO-CTPGD3GVfMdFuyrUWuICed7LLYW144s/s640/Screenshot-24.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was cut off by her answering because then we were inside, and the host was there, ready to show us our seats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey folks, this your first time at Danny's Grillhouse?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle spoke for me, "Nah, not mine, but it is his."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well then, I'm sure you'll really like it here, sir. I would like to let you guys know that we have a special tonight, prime rib for only sixteen dollars for eight ounces! It is very mouthwateringly succulent!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I giggled to myself, because he sounded just like me when I was trying to sell something, except I've never tried to sell food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Table for two, please."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Okay then, follow me."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHygQUGorOwibnrFGTZ4Zc64Ulo4-PT5_3SP0MS508sAwaI7HO_iGXMgmCK41gUfP_tsDKPdVKA7XuaYxPCbZINjvTjEqkJ749r275J7a3ppUJ0pYwEtlqddDSswuTtmz1-zGJ0y-htA/s1600/Screenshot-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHygQUGorOwibnrFGTZ4Zc64Ulo4-PT5_3SP0MS508sAwaI7HO_iGXMgmCK41gUfP_tsDKPdVKA7XuaYxPCbZINjvTjEqkJ749r275J7a3ppUJ0pYwEtlqddDSswuTtmz1-zGJ0y-htA/s640/Screenshot-23.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As we were walking, I saw that snobbish guy from the park. He gave me this odd smile as I walked past. Maybe he actually<em> did </em>know who she was, or he was just noticing that I was there, and acknowledging me. It surely could've been a sarcastic smile, but maybe he was genuinly happy to see me, or maybe he was smiling that I was with her. All things aside, I smiled back at him. Couldn't hurt, right?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB8K6iry73Ppz_7JxwMa9rH8zupxVBvCbrHt1BQk5bhw1xci3lpIVO8nVPKV4AO3syRY5270UsGN3KEgj1jQAx-a2n83I9vm8TBF_6IIeCHH80Th_SZ5QujqEG8OxXsI-jsLGlMXJm90/s1600/Screenshot-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB8K6iry73Ppz_7JxwMa9rH8zupxVBvCbrHt1BQk5bhw1xci3lpIVO8nVPKV4AO3syRY5270UsGN3KEgj1jQAx-a2n83I9vm8TBF_6IIeCHH80Th_SZ5QujqEG8OxXsI-jsLGlMXJm90/s640/Screenshot-25.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As the host was showing us to our table, Rachelle's speed quickened just as I remembered she had in my dream. She even speed walks in real life!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The host showed us to a nice little table (lucky for us, it was somewhat outside the traffic area of the restaraunt).</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Your waitor should be right with you."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvZFbYFSRLRFbHBEdGhB8xLVGoLjyR8ri4mtylLf3SIbTwl88lBMczVL314rvxXwsTDcZBuCgWzDn3-fKjMGZqEASMRwWTmdckqXlTg9l4nFd9vdZ2jGAhE4Ter-1S0e22iVHYb7uDSQ/s1600/Screenshot-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvZFbYFSRLRFbHBEdGhB8xLVGoLjyR8ri4mtylLf3SIbTwl88lBMczVL314rvxXwsTDcZBuCgWzDn3-fKjMGZqEASMRwWTmdckqXlTg9l4nFd9vdZ2jGAhE4Ter-1S0e22iVHYb7uDSQ/s640/Screenshot-26.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey folks, welcome. May I take your order?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He looked at Rachelle, "Yes, I'll have a cheeseburger, medium rare, with french fries."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She had it all figured out.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You know, I'll have the same thing. Thanks."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixj8-wgOyUVBiJL0C87DYhCtLR1RtVAmZdMfQ-UAlSb1a-Zb-ah13ll8gRYnCUdO6Ql0Z-bu_OwxHEGWwmL3GgZ35yDkITExi_WQITF9sYOjQ2HO-46qWPRMxPmhI-GrnB-UzXkGxPAN4/s1600/Screenshot-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixj8-wgOyUVBiJL0C87DYhCtLR1RtVAmZdMfQ-UAlSb1a-Zb-ah13ll8gRYnCUdO6Ql0Z-bu_OwxHEGWwmL3GgZ35yDkITExi_WQITF9sYOjQ2HO-46qWPRMxPmhI-GrnB-UzXkGxPAN4/s640/Screenshot-27.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, wow, you really do walk fast just like in my dreams."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh good, you remember that one. The one where you had all sorts of makeup on, and you were panicking about it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ha ha, yeah, that's the one."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We both smiled like idiots, because we both knew that we were <em>actually </em>in each other's dreams. At least that one.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've always been a speed walker. I pass people if they walk really slow, but I hate running. I despise it from the inner core of my being."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Me too. I've never really been a sports person."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Neither have I! I'm more of a creative person."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's cool. So what dreams do you remember me being in? I want to make sure we're on the same page.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well...the first one at the beach..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She seemed a little uncomfortable going into detail about that one.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yeah, what about that one?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um...nothing."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yes, you know."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Look. In all sorts of lucid dreams, I tend to...lookforguyssoIcankissthem. It's really strange, I know, but I get this nice sensation in my dreams. Let's just say that I'm more outgoing in my dreams than I am in reality."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I hear ya-actually, I've tried it on someone....<em>doing</em> it...And, I know what you mean..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Silence. <em>Why did I have to bring this up exactly? Awkward.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"What about the space one? How did you just come all of a sudden?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I don't know, but I have this theory. What we have going on is a phenomena called shared dreaming. It's not scientifically proven, and some people claimed to have had it happen to them before, and the other person agrees. I've never <em>really </em>believed it, but I didn't put it in my head as impossible either. But now it's happening...and it's just so weird. What happened in the space dream...since you were in that other dream of mine, somehow, in the back of my mind, I could feel your presence and I could tell you were in trouble. Somehow I was able to teleport to where you were...I don't know. I think it was only able to happen when I was lucid..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh my llama. That means I could probably do that same thing-"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, and I could read your mind, too. That's why I knew exactly what to say without you speaking-this is weird, Alex. People have had shared dreams before-supposedly-but I've never heard of them reading each other's minds before. We have something special."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I grinned, and she grinned too except hers was more enthusiastic than mine. I guess she just likes to express her feelings more openly than I do.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"It seems to me that you've been stalking me. You find me at the beach one day-and by the way, you choose to kiss me and not any of the other guys though of course that wakes me up- then you find me in space, then you find me with makeup on, and<em> then</em> you save me from gettin eatin by a blood thirsty vampire."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidISiPI4gHMsJbcOJWnRSZ3rhCEsdGclz1KGidyyrpElct95H9tsBHYnd1yX4zrYa50zvukJ1S1CS6KiivXru9a5u7gUz0UD2GZHZ5KtrvmNhWfXR3Mkco70Lch0eV0-aEqlXZLcvFXRg/s1600/Screenshot-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidISiPI4gHMsJbcOJWnRSZ3rhCEsdGclz1KGidyyrpElct95H9tsBHYnd1yX4zrYa50zvukJ1S1CS6KiivXru9a5u7gUz0UD2GZHZ5KtrvmNhWfXR3Mkco70Lch0eV0-aEqlXZLcvFXRg/s640/Screenshot-28.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then she gives me this face that says, 'oh no you di'in't'. "Um, excuse me, but I saved your butt Alex. And...well, you were the cutest guy at the beach..." Suddenly she became interested in her invisible plate.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's it, Rachelle!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She smiled. Aparently she likes it when I say her name. "What's it?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You were able to find me in my dream because of my extreme emotion of me calling for help inside my head. You have to be dramatic in your dreams, and if I'm lucid, I should be able to find you!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh my llama, you're right!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We both started to laugh. We just came up with a 'conclusion' that wasn't necessarily correct, but it sure did sound logical.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"My dreams are always so bland. Heck, I don't really have nightmares in which I ever call for help inside my head. I always think it's because I already feel the dream aura-like, in the back of my mind I always know that I'm dreaming, just not always consiously. If I can control my emotions-and surely I can in a lucid dream, I can call out dramatically in my head! Heck, I'm all about being dramatic. Surely you've noticed my facial expressions?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She thinks it's a <em>possibility </em>that I didn't?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, of course. They are pretty funny."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then she says what I didn't think she would, "really? Thanks." Her voice changed drastically with each word.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Y7zujI-yplJSyA2KUcFeaN3xzenqqsqLh5_ebg34gYOUXfGXu5LUKb_0yIqJIa-ePYrEylt0ms8Q1BBtRl2QXm715hBTmYg1syfQDSuZUgRRB3PFx_y8vTkkr2ftitj7nO9bP-QclpQ/s1600/Screenshot-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Y7zujI-yplJSyA2KUcFeaN3xzenqqsqLh5_ebg34gYOUXfGXu5LUKb_0yIqJIa-ePYrEylt0ms8Q1BBtRl2QXm715hBTmYg1syfQDSuZUgRRB3PFx_y8vTkkr2ftitj7nO9bP-QclpQ/s640/Screenshot-29.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon, we got our delicious burgers. "Enjoy your meal, folks."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What is up with professionals always calling people folks? It's not like that word is used in everyday conversation.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Before Rachelle was able to take a bite, I do, and I make this face.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ew, this burger is <em>so</em> gross."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She stares at her burger with her giant eyes, "oh ma gah-really?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She puts it down like she's holding a spinach sandwhich, looking away. "I can't believe I almost ate<em> that</em>."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we both burst out laughing. I could tell that a few people were staring at us, but just like when I was in school and I asked some random question, I didn't care. I basked under people looking at me even if I should care. If I was with literally anyone else they would<em> have </em>to<em> </em>mention that people were staring at us, and that I was 'embarrasing them.' But not with Rachelle. She seemed to feel the same way I did.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"This burger <em>is</em> really good. I love how much cheese is on it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I know right? Me too, I simply adore cheese."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I could never cook a burger like this at home."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wait, you <em>cook</em>?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yep. I'm the one that does it in my house. I live with my friends Marshall and Jeff-oh wait. We have a butler now and she cooks. But yeah, I used to be the one to cook. I do it since no one in my house used to."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58xEZ11pvauNRkvl4sg7-zLHsyGQ8JQJjVznSl3Kskpus3f8LryG6kRryNoOLxim2AJh6VvD9TySLG7NthRy10xA1uu12ayfZHlLdUTcdzCStdqmYq1x-FxFaNQlkbF2dAa8ms-4yAUw/s1600/Screenshot-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58xEZ11pvauNRkvl4sg7-zLHsyGQ8JQJjVznSl3Kskpus3f8LryG6kRryNoOLxim2AJh6VvD9TySLG7NthRy10xA1uu12ayfZHlLdUTcdzCStdqmYq1x-FxFaNQlkbF2dAa8ms-4yAUw/s640/Screenshot-30.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, that's nice. I live alone. I just moved here recently because I finished college, and I was just able to find a job here at Bridgeport. The moving thing I can deal with, I guess. I've had a few major moves in my life. They've always involved my dad's job. And as for the alone part, I guess you could say that I'm a loner. Ever since I was a teenager, I was fine being alone, but I have this theory that that's because of what's happened in my past. I'd rather not get into it. It's a long, unfortuate story. I've always felt that no one has ever 'gotten me', like even my best friend.."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I smiled, though that might have been cold. She raised an eye brow. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sorry, I really am. I feel the same way-about the no one's ever 'gotten me', part. No one gets me. I'm all about analogies, I ramble, and then of course there's the new-ish dream lover part of me."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, then I think we'd get along very nicely."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"But I think we already are."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"So tell me about your job, you already know mine. Are you a salesman like you mentioned earlier? About that. I like to think that I am awfully good at descriptions of food. Especially with pizza. Like, 'the cheese oozes over the crust, and under the cheese, is a nice, perfect layer of savory tomato sauce, with just a hint of slightly spicy peperoni (my favorite topping), and the crust is soft and slightly golden brown. To top it off, the perfect proportion of spices is sprinkled over the pizza.' How was that?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"That sounded delicious. And though this burger is good and I'm extremely full, I want pizza now."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I know, right?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You would make a perfect salesman, and yes, that is my profession. I'm a door to door salesman.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb4E5xOonX9ITPT-pzj-Htk-uWlkq2BSsj_LStuKUSi2_dE8MiF4cev99HvjV2z35gtqzdWRotzRbRI8LunL251ObvkdDgmsq48qZoPJ0eqVD3MBgUnQmRgQWAdPXzFbhfnZCtgW04Do/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb4E5xOonX9ITPT-pzj-Htk-uWlkq2BSsj_LStuKUSi2_dE8MiF4cev99HvjV2z35gtqzdWRotzRbRI8LunL251ObvkdDgmsq48qZoPJ0eqVD3MBgUnQmRgQWAdPXzFbhfnZCtgW04Do/s640/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In no time, the waitor comes over to take our plates, and gives us the check. It was only thirty simoleons.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'll pay, Rachelle."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you sure?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, it's fine. You can pay next time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle smiled wide, aparently happy that I mentioned that there would be a next time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once the check was over, I was getting ready to head out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh come on, do we have to leave right away? There's a shuffleboard upstairs. Or are you too scared?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course I'm not too scared-it's not like I'm going to let myself be beaten by a girl."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We both laughed at that, because she could see right through my statement. I don't care if I get beaten by a girl or not, I'm not like that. And aparently she realized that.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0DXzPWSOxLwB2QU0wV0uoJTMpuWrmq8ucEZvud5TUaXyi4-NqiQ_FgAsu03Ddcqy-eF1IQTZv02yyf4ZvvOcw-3e9MjmpyDQiorDr8dpJoIPC-MVOcg3_FX88mCi8Qk1chpciuBP6zg/s1600/Screenshot-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0DXzPWSOxLwB2QU0wV0uoJTMpuWrmq8ucEZvud5TUaXyi4-NqiQ_FgAsu03Ddcqy-eF1IQTZv02yyf4ZvvOcw-3e9MjmpyDQiorDr8dpJoIPC-MVOcg3_FX88mCi8Qk1chpciuBP6zg/s640/Screenshot-33.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Here we are! I love it up here because barely anyone ever comes up here."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you sure that we're even <em>allowed</em> to be up here?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, silly Alex. Of course we are! Why else would this be here? There's nothing to worry about! Do you see the game police coming up here?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I guess not." I cracked a grin. I could really get used to her sense of humor.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Good. Now be a good boy and play shuffleboard with me!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWNej74fMWDyV8D_bdzQiuEf0VV8bvVMAIkbKzyalXkvha5J_X9G9-_F91w7yKI3bfzxeZ1cLm_o4KdSAZ3_3uRqz51OjU12APN5drhssTj8OENKLklFLtFXxTigzlRdl3ughZ0r80SA/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWNej74fMWDyV8D_bdzQiuEf0VV8bvVMAIkbKzyalXkvha5J_X9G9-_F91w7yKI3bfzxeZ1cLm_o4KdSAZ3_3uRqz51OjU12APN5drhssTj8OENKLklFLtFXxTigzlRdl3ughZ0r80SA/s640/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachelle ended up beating my by five points. She was pretty good at it, while I sucked because I've never really played before, but it was easy enough. At least she made it<em> look</em> easy enough. I failed miserably. She was always cheering for herself if I would knock her disk thing in better, or if she made a good shot. I could tell, though, that she wasn't being a poor, erm, winner? It was just her.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yeah, I got one and you didn't! Oh my gosh."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I could tell it was all good-natured. She really was a fresh ball of...something.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">On winning, Rachelle was trying to make me feel better. Kinda. "Oh, it's okay Alex, you'll do better next time. I know it." She poked me on the side, and gave me this creepy smile.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah I will! And you better be ready for it."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Now come on, we're going to play dartboard too. There's something you need to know about me: I hate sports and have never been competitive in gym. But when it comes to games, I, well, bring up my game a little more and am somewhat more competitive with them because I actually <em>like</em> them."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLJP4oi6Bx7C9t8EEPJjWaxihUxOeSUtNt4Yq8jQOKLkGsEqrAGfdasO9ghaOQBQuxqITuxT2sJCuaSxsB0zP2Ff16k3eONBnxk160DG64krMW4r7zoWABy7ca8fITic6ElgXSqqQv6o/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLJP4oi6Bx7C9t8EEPJjWaxihUxOeSUtNt4Yq8jQOKLkGsEqrAGfdasO9ghaOQBQuxqITuxT2sJCuaSxsB0zP2Ff16k3eONBnxk160DG64krMW4r7zoWABy7ca8fITic6ElgXSqqQv6o/s640/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She took us over to the dartboards. "But I do have to warn you, though I am good at shuffleboard, I fail miserably at darts. So you may just win this time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her first few shots were pretty good, actually. I wasn't quite sure if she was being modest, or was just getting lucky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Tell me some more about your job, Alex. Why did you want to become a door to door salesman?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, I guess because I don't feel I have any real talents except for persuasion and being charismatic-sorta. It's odd, actually. I'm only charismatic if I don't have to initiate conversation unless it makes 'sense'-like being a door to door to door salesman, it's not weird to be the one to initiate, since that's my job. But if someone comes up to me, I'm usually all good."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I know what you mean. It's weird to just go up to a random person and say, 'hey what's up?'. Then there's a good chance they'll look at you all funny."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"EXACTLY! Oh my gosh, you could be my twin."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I know, right!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd_BCiY-Ip0ixVz1WhIi564YvmlvCj0awugQuyEHCICqR1KDT7pPh0bfKeGkmr7xwnlLFET8UWGiBLepN8k3tTasPiyzyVK4_H-Yr5uwUbZyKeyC9lcwlbpacY9iFZrj1cfaJ6cwgtx8/s1600/Screenshot-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd_BCiY-Ip0ixVz1WhIi564YvmlvCj0awugQuyEHCICqR1KDT7pPh0bfKeGkmr7xwnlLFET8UWGiBLepN8k3tTasPiyzyVK4_H-Yr5uwUbZyKeyC9lcwlbpacY9iFZrj1cfaJ6cwgtx8/s640/Screenshot-35.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After the game was done (and I ended up winning by a few points. Aparently those first few shots <em>were</em> luck), I took her home. We both had a lot of fun, and we got along extremely well. Like, creepy well.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Though I could tell she was getting tired (it was ten freaking o' clock! Time really flew..), we both still joked the whole way.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Why can't you just pass through a stop light if there's no one in sight? Geez! There's like no one out!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, wouldn't that make sense!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I guess we could get hit by a car, but lights should somehow<em> know </em>that no one was coming from the other way and that we were waiting for it to turn green, so then it could change to green and red for the other people!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yeah, that could work! You should write a letter to city hall to demand this!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Totally!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We both started to crack up (and I tried to do it with my eyes open since I was driving, but that was difficult, lucky for me few people<em> were</em> not on the roads, even though it was just a Thursday night, there should be more cars out just because it's Bridgeport). I don't think I've ever laughed so much in my life.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxKAI61xhcAxLoal3YU5prCo10trPUNI0rGI5PWeUJ_HZxAx0JHe9rQwsnaFGDm5qJU-9qWWXC8VJ20gTQI_UhgjC5XjhIzFN6bylAaTnf9usIl1839WEYIt7pyQ2HOhr1yibx03-HCU/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxKAI61xhcAxLoal3YU5prCo10trPUNI0rGI5PWeUJ_HZxAx0JHe9rQwsnaFGDm5qJU-9qWWXC8VJ20gTQI_UhgjC5XjhIzFN6bylAaTnf9usIl1839WEYIt7pyQ2HOhr1yibx03-HCU/s640/Screenshot-36.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've had a really nice night, Rachelle. You're amazing. I've never clicked so much with a girl before, not that I've been with that many..."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes got big. "WHAT?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, it's true. I'm just a lame twenty two year old that's never kissed a girl in his life. I've only been on one date, and that was only a few weeks ago, and it was <em>bad</em>."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Me neither..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's not like girls have never liked me, it's just that I could never fully open myself up to them because they would only think that I'm a freak."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I think you're a freak, Alex. But I'm a freak too. Let's be freaks together?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I could tell she was getting nervous, but she was deeply trying to hide it. It must have been very hard for her, considering that she's not one to hide her emotions.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk6RJ15uHqadFD_5zoc1upG9M2Ak9uXUnKEr2WB1TUdX2dgL3-99WWd0XrR9sMpvB7CFAUwr7WY4LGTvz9io-KtY7eAsLtcJqO4gaTfBlVWEJFKxJNglioamnfUTq_Ma06JT5gMZTfxw/s1600/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk6RJ15uHqadFD_5zoc1upG9M2Ak9uXUnKEr2WB1TUdX2dgL3-99WWd0XrR9sMpvB7CFAUwr7WY4LGTvz9io-KtY7eAsLtcJqO4gaTfBlVWEJFKxJNglioamnfUTq_Ma06JT5gMZTfxw/s640/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Instead of answering her, I went in to kiss her.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So, this is it. I'm going to have my first real kiss, and I'm not even dreaming. This time I know I'm not. And it's with Rachelle-the only girl that I've ever truly clicked with-or person for that matter.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The kiss. Was. Amazing. Her lips were slightly moist and tasted like cherry. I did feel the butterflies in my stomach, and I was getting a little tipsy. The butterflies were much more intense than I even remembered in my dreams. It was much better than any of the three kisses I've had in my dreams. The sensation was much more real, and her lips truly felt more...like lips. And-just the whole thing was in more detail, since it was real and not really what I was expecting. It was more than I was expecting. It was a little awkward since neither of us have ever kissed anyone, but it didn't seem to matter since we were in it together. Somehow, I felt like I knew her more than anyone I've ever known in my life, even though I've only truly known her for two days. Clearly, we have a rare bond.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I pulled my lips away, and though I wanted to kiss her again, I knew I'd have time for that another day. This wasn't a one time affair. Though now I have a girl, this isn't like anything Marshall or Jeff have ever dealt with before. This wasn't a fling, or only about the romance. It was about our bond. Our fruit tree is already expanding across the universe as it has already had time to grow-even before we officially met.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I will see you tomorrow."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to be direct, there was no way I was<em> not </em>not going to see her again.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, I would like that. You can stop by anytime after four."</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wasn't quite sure what I would do until then, but it didn't matter. I couldn't just leave Bridgeport. Guess I'll just have to call Mr. Simmons and ask for another day off.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As already stated, Rachelle is my simself and I am depicting myself how I would really react in these situations. I'm only seventeen though, so I'm not a teacher but I'm thinking about it. I really am weird! LOL.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">In most stories I feel you don't understand who they are, really, or why they're with a certain person and why they're together. In books, it says that they click or understand each other, and I hope that I have truly expressed all of this without only saying it. I feel like you all should get Alex really well by now (thoughts in italics and all), and the bond between Rachelle and him is extremely aparent.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Though this story may seem to be ending-maybe-I am going to continue with Rachelle and Alex, of course-but there is something else big that will happen that I guarantee none of you will guess.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-46350186567263536662011-06-18T19:48:00.000-07:002011-06-18T19:58:37.112-07:00Chapter 18<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV24Vxl_y5YAJ9opTPDralrSQCCFxcoEXLh9KgGoSswGqFrnQkmMt6v0BMn7R_kLZH9hNNnp2Ixw4ifXx44pRAI_HLd9QY1oM6dVxUn839v_IIo-1eKRhRk6V3j42yeWa5K8UarcQDvPo/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV24Vxl_y5YAJ9opTPDralrSQCCFxcoEXLh9KgGoSswGqFrnQkmMt6v0BMn7R_kLZH9hNNnp2Ixw4ifXx44pRAI_HLd9QY1oM6dVxUn839v_IIo-1eKRhRk6V3j42yeWa5K8UarcQDvPo/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I woke up, I looked through the phone book provided in the room, and I looked up Bridgeport Elementary, hoping that they would tell me that Ms. Turnwise (oh llama, hopefully she's a miss..) was a teacher there. I may just get lucky. I really had to bet that that random snob wasn't being sarcastic with at least that one statement-hopefully he knew what he was talking about. Because really, I don't know what else I'd do. Continue to talk to people? Yeah, and that went <em>so</em> well yesturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I dialed the number, and I crossed my fingers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello sir, Bridgeport Elementay. Bethany speaking. How may I help you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello Bethany. I wanted to know if a Ms. Turnwise is working there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Why yes-she teaches second grade. Are you a parent wanting to know something about your kid?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, actually my kid just started there and I wanted to make sure I was getting his teacher's name right, and I just can't get myself to ask him again," I lied. I don't really ever have to lie, and it's a good thing, because I am a crummy liar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Luckily, she didn't seem fazed by my phony comment, "Is there anything else, sir?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Nothing else Bethany. Thanks for your help. Bye."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Bye."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, that went well! I will have to check on her right after breakfast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh dear llama, it's going to happen so soon.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dC0l5emurG6QrWMj1IHVWRIo6VhCkc8f9IwyLzG4-YDdOKjtLjJ2a9x931j549KOuxvibiUNKhTdgL-Wlyd4WGk30i4RHExMrNtN4XIuPHgSRE6kVF0BrpHT_Ggf6kN5tUccJdyCub8/s1600/Screenshot-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dC0l5emurG6QrWMj1IHVWRIo6VhCkc8f9IwyLzG4-YDdOKjtLjJ2a9x931j549KOuxvibiUNKhTdgL-Wlyd4WGk30i4RHExMrNtN4XIuPHgSRE6kVF0BrpHT_Ggf6kN5tUccJdyCub8/s640/Screenshot-13.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I went into the dining hall, I was imediatly greeted by the, erm <em>waitress.</em> She was dressed like a freaking hooker! Her belly was showing, and, well<em> no one wears belly shirts anymore, lady,</em> and she had on the shortest little black skirt, and to top it off I could see her bra. And it wasn't even a white or a tan bra, it was a bright red, so it pretty much showed right through her WHITE shirt. Her hair was really long and hairsprayed to the max-and not in a ponytail like waitress' hair typically is supposed to be. I didn't know that I was at a Hooters! She attracted me like a busniessman is attracted to a prostitute. We aprreciate their looks and glamor, but know that they're as plastic and shallow as heck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To top it off, she had a country accent when she spoke. You typically don't think of hooker's having a southern accent. It made her seem innocent-her voice being the opposite of her image.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Now what ya'all like for breakfast this mornin'?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her voice was like that of a naiive sixteen year old. What up wit da voice not matchin her look? Maybe she was just out of place, and doesn't know her place in the world. And, obviously, she was insecure. Women that dress like that always are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You know-I'll have some french toast. Thank you."</div>I don't make french toast very often, but the thick kind at restaraunts are always delish. But, I guess I shouldn't really expect much from a place like this-considering everything.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHZ1nxSklmuze6axnVxqD535Cy5SY53rUcS3GqIXG8EutkGnAy5xmAY8l686tC1YVnwQ6GHnWzOgfhj8p81qUfbURnvANVqtqlXGVOaIuSQb7_I-2zBlYGmDF-hqDcBtXqoFuNTgIFF4/s1600/Screenshot-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHZ1nxSklmuze6axnVxqD535Cy5SY53rUcS3GqIXG8EutkGnAy5xmAY8l686tC1YVnwQ6GHnWzOgfhj8p81qUfbURnvANVqtqlXGVOaIuSQb7_I-2zBlYGmDF-hqDcBtXqoFuNTgIFF4/s640/Screenshot-14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were only a few people in the room as me. One of them was that guy that was with the blonde woman. I was glad that she wasn't there, because considering she was just in my dream, seeing her for real would give me the creeps-especially if she decided to walk near me. There was also a bar in the room, so I suppose it could do well for dinner and a drink as well. But really, I am thinking ahead of myself! Rachelle first...then other things can go next.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It will all work out, she will know who I am, and she will not be disgusted.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been trying to convice myself that she won't look at me weird, clearly not recognizing me, or just plain shun me after realizing that I was in her dreams. I have been doing it so much and so well, I was beginning to believe myself.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxvKBz0gdM4z7FyBzkcJ9BcoYVIhSSPSM0gRcpQtF9oMzEKczowov0kqHeistyfR77zqe_ZSAYrTPmSHiGMu-mlF_uG6qfARaENpUxZYEOJBPkfogHACWRI_2YlTEETAN649ZCgXIv6U/s1600/Screenshot-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxvKBz0gdM4z7FyBzkcJ9BcoYVIhSSPSM0gRcpQtF9oMzEKczowov0kqHeistyfR77zqe_ZSAYrTPmSHiGMu-mlF_uG6qfARaENpUxZYEOJBPkfogHACWRI_2YlTEETAN649ZCgXIv6U/s640/Screenshot-15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon-well, I guess not so soon, I was caught up in my thoughts, miss Hooker comes over to give me my french toast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Here you go, hun."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, she didn't leave like waitresses usually do. She was one of <em>those </em>kind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, tell me. Where do you' come from?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, she puts her foot on the chair beside me, and puts her hands on her chin, giving me a look expectantly. She leans a little more closely then necessary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh llama, the hooker is flirting with me.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I back up a little, hoping that she would get the hint. <em>Not interested.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I am from Longview."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh really! Well, isn't that lovely. I'm from a small town mysel'."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She obviously, now, is in the frame of mind of a city, because Longview really isn't super small. Technically, I suppose it's a suburb of Bridgeport, but a rather far away one than that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured that I couldn't let her talk to me anymore. She wasn't getting my hints. "Look, I have to eat because I have to get going soon."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gives me this girlish wink, and she starts to walk away, moving her hips and butt a little more than necessary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh sorry, hun. I hope to see you later. Will you be here for lunch?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Not sure yet."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Y7JBdsvNkHOtCMa0uCaaySmONjlfYEZ3KvJKWChB6W0OuZ5EIP-Dba_UUss-OUG2sByxvIdqsw8vazh6q6eGUUIv4zQ8F3SIwdaG_aA3sWGo6OkYxuAbgqGqUXEKH0Wcn5GD2VOfBmY/s1600/Screenshot-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Y7JBdsvNkHOtCMa0uCaaySmONjlfYEZ3KvJKWChB6W0OuZ5EIP-Dba_UUss-OUG2sByxvIdqsw8vazh6q6eGUUIv4zQ8F3SIwdaG_aA3sWGo6OkYxuAbgqGqUXEKH0Wcn5GD2VOfBmY/s640/Screenshot-16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I dug into my french toast. It was pretty good, actually, considering the cheap price of the place, my <em>gorgeous</em> room, and the floozy waitress <em>from the south</em>- what is up with that? And, it was the thick, beautiful french toast I was hoping for-and the swirled on the french toast was even real maple syrup, real maple syrup, and I'm in Bridgeport! What's up with my luck? Cause it's not like I was going to have to pay for it, it is a continental breakfast, and a nice one at that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I turned my thoughts to Rachelle. I was both nervous and excited to finally see her face to face-without there being any other people there, or a schedule in mind. I am not crazy-she couldn't possibly think that. It's not like I can control my dreams (well, okay, sometimes I can now, now that I am able to lucid dream), and control whether I see her or not. But it seemed that Rachelle <em>did</em> control that. She would always show up in my dreams, and she would be lucid even if she never made me lucid. What does that say about her? How could she find me-or, there still is that possibility that it wasn't truly her but a version of her that I made up in my head. But how is that possible? How could I know what some girl looks like in Bridgeport that I've never met, or even seen? It was aparent that she was the one, there was no question about it. While at the dream presentation, I could feel her presence, just like it felt in my lucid dream. Surely she felt that too? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How would it be possible for my brain to conjure her up? She looked just like her, though I never saw her face too well in my dreams, it was undeniable. Wouldn't it be<em> harder </em>for my brain to come up with that same "feeling" around her that I felt when I saw her for real? Or was that feeling in my head-did I just come up with that in the dream, just because it was a dream, I felt that wonderful, butterfly-pit like sensation. Did I just put that feeling to her face in real life because it was a preconcieved notion? Could it be that hard for my mind to do that to me? But how could it do that in the first place-it almost seems more believable that she would show up in my dream-actually her. Because, didn't she act strange during the presentation-she ran away when she was<em> done</em>. Who does that? Surely she could feel it too. It has to be that way-it had to have been really her.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU5RaoULS7BraUvS19V4ry89ab_C1uKg1oDw-qkJPqZ043pi3y9F1dLZeRqUTE40x7Ykxhr4Uw1ydsLuIJxLycpKh9cNF085UJDsgD7rOLg-D3qvo_SsP-aSVnVwbeHexWWZ8Ua-IaL0/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU5RaoULS7BraUvS19V4ry89ab_C1uKg1oDw-qkJPqZ043pi3y9F1dLZeRqUTE40x7Ykxhr4Uw1ydsLuIJxLycpKh9cNF085UJDsgD7rOLg-D3qvo_SsP-aSVnVwbeHexWWZ8Ua-IaL0/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I finished my french toast, and I made it to Bridgeport elementary. It was quite a big and lovely city school-just how one should think a grade school in the city should look like. It looked large and grand, way better than my school ever did. In the distance, I saw a hotair balloon, and it was lovely, though it was a very cloudy, gross day in Bridgeport. Who knows what that could mean-good luck, or bad luck-or maybe neautral.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my llama, my dream predicted this.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dream said that something big was going to happen and its outcome was not yet known. How could I know ahead of time that this would happen?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What were the numbers again-</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I remembered what my lucky numbers were said to be. Ten, Eleven, and twenty one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The presentation started at ten-and she ran out at eleven! I don't know about twenty one, though...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, how strange! So what, I am a psychic, but I will only be hinted at what the future would hold in my dreams, and technically it's some inner consiousness that knows about it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh, but what could this mean for Rachelle. Does that mean that my mind knew I'd see her in the future-like at the dream presentation, and came up with a perfect image of her.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My shoulders sank at this thought. This means it is possible that she didn't feel it! But still-she acted so strange at the presentation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>How can any of this be true? This is insane, or maybe I'm just insane and I had a blow to my head-yeah, that's it.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But there was just no way I was backing down from this! I would regret it all my life if I did.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdEBzvU0H0ghJtaYSnosyT6GVZ83nW8d9qbngipE4INo_u8VLaelAzPRp0gSK-mntH595UFNh10wxl6iPNuvzivQXV66-jdmFFtffCpTpjAf5WhAVTkuvIPOAuSAwU8sbQvZUScmbiU/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdEBzvU0H0ghJtaYSnosyT6GVZ83nW8d9qbngipE4INo_u8VLaelAzPRp0gSK-mntH595UFNh10wxl6iPNuvzivQXV66-jdmFFtffCpTpjAf5WhAVTkuvIPOAuSAwU8sbQvZUScmbiU/s640/Screenshot-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ah, another secretary to deal with. Wow-this time it's actually a guy.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello sir, I was wondering if I could see Ms. Turnwise."</div>"Are you the biologist?"<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured that meant that a biology person was going to visit the class, and talk about something. I'm not stupid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, that's me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I cannot give him any reason to tell me that I can't see her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's room 17. Take two lefts and you'll be there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you sir."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup, have a nice day."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Step one accomplished.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiOYX1PhBaPDE7DR5guDRIGODhNHk3OaOdm1YjiscZiBQYYPCvAafzBEdMmL30ZBTCCWCGIoukzXgzdAvagFCDpF0lgecwpyUFd69QCght-tu5vJ_-uypfq9cGFz1PrPfboVPuol8Rq8/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiOYX1PhBaPDE7DR5guDRIGODhNHk3OaOdm1YjiscZiBQYYPCvAafzBEdMmL30ZBTCCWCGIoukzXgzdAvagFCDpF0lgecwpyUFd69QCght-tu5vJ_-uypfq9cGFz1PrPfboVPuol8Rq8/s640/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon, I made it to room seventeen. I stood there for like two minutes gaining my nerves to go inside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>This is it.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened the door, and she was standing in the room, staring at some spilled water. To my happiness, it looked like her students weren't in the room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She just kept looking at it, and doing these funny annoyed faces. She seemed to be amusing herself. I was glad and sad that she didn't notice me yet, but it was making me more nervous every second. As each moment passed, my stomach's flip flops increased.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-iJVZe33yCEWKtfKSYCDCDVB7je3tgSDmpKf8tlCdf1rbPs8EOEfKDy3IRmXVHbthbCpW9n-pzrtQWTKzg0Axd3n6c4lwDigvvGJ1kfkFtuZ_0TCVcq3EdgHhTKc9lDu4JEy79M2dno/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-iJVZe33yCEWKtfKSYCDCDVB7je3tgSDmpKf8tlCdf1rbPs8EOEfKDy3IRmXVHbthbCpW9n-pzrtQWTKzg0Axd3n6c4lwDigvvGJ1kfkFtuZ_0TCVcq3EdgHhTKc9lDu4JEy79M2dno/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, she finally turned around, and she gave me this<em> look.</em> It wasn't the sort of look that many people in Bridgeport have been giving me. It wasn't that snobbish 'why don't you go away, you creep' kind of look. Her eyes expanded in size, and she surpressed a smile. It didn't seem like she was going to speak.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRg2omhcMM3yA8ak-F6x6N-9x9Uwc80SRJnOL-gU4d0gW1Ojo2TrLMS6DWPJ8HOrhTMPRxQ2pA6E_u8ydGnAirBDgVlBUnykaTes7nh5UDmL9CS_5RQYB3KlPplcoWhsm2r68pqbvna9g/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRg2omhcMM3yA8ak-F6x6N-9x9Uwc80SRJnOL-gU4d0gW1Ojo2TrLMS6DWPJ8HOrhTMPRxQ2pA6E_u8ydGnAirBDgVlBUnykaTes7nh5UDmL9CS_5RQYB3KlPplcoWhsm2r68pqbvna9g/s640/Screenshot-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't exactly about to speak myself. I just continued to stare at her with a supressed look. I guess I just wasn't as expressive as she was. Under other circumstances, I probably would've laughed at her look. In a good way, it was quite humerous. I was killing time, and I ended up yawning and touching my face. I know, it wasn't very attractive, and I came in here for a reason. But, I just couldn't get the words out. <em>Typical.</em> See what happens when I take initiative?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSollyneiIhNAkUPBsJz366_7gqzBzGGlwasjNpek3vgt37WryYSCBGxeN-Yy5AkI9_b2xdZbJFnsCoPE_zvj6RmUBJBSroCw_9ypSoNGCk9t282uIlmryYDOB-51-njNLXiEB2gA56Y/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSollyneiIhNAkUPBsJz366_7gqzBzGGlwasjNpek3vgt37WryYSCBGxeN-Yy5AkI9_b2xdZbJFnsCoPE_zvj6RmUBJBSroCw_9ypSoNGCk9t282uIlmryYDOB-51-njNLXiEB2gA56Y/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a few minutes of that awkward staring at each other, and our own feet, and just really looking over each other, she came walking over, slowly but surely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, sir. What can I help you with?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not exactly what I was hoping for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Nice classroom you got here. Where are the kids?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured a little small talk first couldn't hurt, so I can gain up my nerves. That way when she hears it, at least she won't think I'm<em> so </em>crazy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Actually, I just sent them out to recess. You see, one of the kids just threw up. One girl brought in some peanut butter crackers for a snack-and didn't even realize that Sammy is allergic! The poor boy didn't even realize it, and barfed right on my floor! The janitor should be coming soon. I couldn't let the kids stay in here with<em> that</em> all over the middle of my classroom."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sniffed, and I could suddenly smell it. Strange how sometimes you can't smell something if you don't know if there's anything to smell. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-that's unfortunate."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup, and it was <em>really </em>gross. One girl's shoe even had some of it on it! The poor girl had to clean it off in the restroom-luckily they were plastic shoes. It slipped right off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I smiled. Her speech was just so different, it was amusing. Her voice kept going up and down, and she wasn't shy, that was for sure. It was really expressive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What-what's so funny?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again with that tone!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, I just like the way that you talk."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, she said what I didn't expect her to say, "oh really, you think so? I do that on purpose sometimes. It amuses me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I laughed. "Yeah, it is amusing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She smiled wide.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzevBKEdmw8ili0xc-O2V5tuCUJxZoGMwlhUnEwBaHN6xw8kKSSDlSYtWargpF77yqZOV51ysEx1k4QOBxqkC5ahHvA0z0NIMMA6Z9V7oh4A0P-ztPplnGUXnK18sLCiXC2kpQehIG-Y/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzevBKEdmw8ili0xc-O2V5tuCUJxZoGMwlhUnEwBaHN6xw8kKSSDlSYtWargpF77yqZOV51ysEx1k4QOBxqkC5ahHvA0z0NIMMA6Z9V7oh4A0P-ztPplnGUXnK18sLCiXC2kpQehIG-Y/s640/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, why <em>did</em> you come here?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She wasn't going to give it up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, um-I just wanted to see what your classroom was like."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did have to stretch the truth a little, but I had to buy myself some time. I can't just ask her all of a sudden..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh really? Well, then what better a place then my classroom?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Funny how she didn't think that it was a strange reason to come in here, but of course I was glad that she couldn't detct it.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzcGtMjy0mAsOjcAt77-0xt9_eLcHl_l5nz1d4CoMjQHLf-JYPtAXe51TUU4d2RBYvcnLwTq0CAFFkOXZ9QeCBYSiwKgVKMYnTmfBp6N3AebbbokqIVJyBe237X8sOAbJwMagL_5LDHU/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzcGtMjy0mAsOjcAt77-0xt9_eLcHl_l5nz1d4CoMjQHLf-JYPtAXe51TUU4d2RBYvcnLwTq0CAFFkOXZ9QeCBYSiwKgVKMYnTmfBp6N3AebbbokqIVJyBe237X8sOAbJwMagL_5LDHU/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's a cute little reading corner over there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thanks. We call it the blue corner. Though-really it isn't in a corner, and it's not really that creative a name, I actually didn't even come up with its name. One of the kids did-and everyone seemed to like it, so we went with it. I just love to read to little kids. I like to change my voice for each character, ask questions to them, the whole bit. Sometimes it's quite amusing to hear there answers, and their little giggles. They laugh quite a lot, actually. Sometimes I laugh with them. I am quite the laugher!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was quite adorable how much she ranted. Strange how I didn't like it when Cassandra did, but I liked when she did. I guess I'm bias.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I smiled. "That sounds really nice."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What do you do for a living?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrqZZx9dh65Pv1WAOsG-eFT8cOwjmUCHDWE3wWdQLqCa1Y4IsjmdU13CDdW-EIMQRbgUwR5a3I-nLL-rvu8LAkBd9KNJHbMSHRQGh3VJkItniY7ehJptVgOsZAmK2o3Abxa_JPi70934/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrqZZx9dh65Pv1WAOsG-eFT8cOwjmUCHDWE3wWdQLqCa1Y4IsjmdU13CDdW-EIMQRbgUwR5a3I-nLL-rvu8LAkBd9KNJHbMSHRQGh3VJkItniY7ehJptVgOsZAmK2o3Abxa_JPi70934/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I found the courage to say what I actually came here for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Look, I didn't come here to ask about your classroom though I do find it very nice. Please don't think that I'm insane, because I'm not. You've been in my dreams for the past few months-and I couldn't help but notice that you were one of the presenters at the dream presentation yesturday-and I found out that you work here, and I came here to talk with you-and-and..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I stopped. It was out now, if she's going to think I'm crazy, then now it may as well happen. It's all out now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh lama, what will she say?</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0V3lUny_ioEaT9LcyEcHzFDe7PnCmwjdyJ5ToyAPMG4-u-WbnAKKLkpyilFnj1wpV5Te5Mk4qcuuN_08nwyX72CGT5CyIeudnHvqh4VD9gSnVPW_b4XjXIB9NJ0cFCifM6jc2Bzer_k/s1600/Screenshot-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0V3lUny_ioEaT9LcyEcHzFDe7PnCmwjdyJ5ToyAPMG4-u-WbnAKKLkpyilFnj1wpV5Te5Mk4qcuuN_08nwyX72CGT5CyIeudnHvqh4VD9gSnVPW_b4XjXIB9NJ0cFCifM6jc2Bzer_k/s640/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then her eys got really wide. They were a brilliant shade of green, they were quite lovely.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmt1bVrP-njW_Ra41g3QOFDF5IiKuRNtFMd-XbH7reSS91FZbn8CJn_ySytRQbU1Tu-2F4WxvDDxeRyadIbK2UepG8UeJT0FkjCUsIVugqcLJyKpXijUorOw-mVg8erVQMEBKEqibYmzk/s1600/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmt1bVrP-njW_Ra41g3QOFDF5IiKuRNtFMd-XbH7reSS91FZbn8CJn_ySytRQbU1Tu-2F4WxvDDxeRyadIbK2UepG8UeJT0FkjCUsIVugqcLJyKpXijUorOw-mVg8erVQMEBKEqibYmzk/s640/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She waited a minute, and looked around the room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex-right?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh gosh, yes...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've been having those dreams too. You've been in <em>my </em>dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then the janitor came in, perfect timing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sorry, did I interupt something here folks?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh llama. You have no idea.</em></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-43466970462392975982011-06-17T17:13:00.000-07:002011-06-17T17:15:19.925-07:00Chapter 17<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3f91YQgX0Q0r2k3ARY2ax4AyeU3vl7MuisKRXf8tVqhXThQvueHcuinudzDpgFg63NtFiTi-ZGv0jFTw_hFy6Hhji-3PQWjesp31bBdFyMboMQ_pixgPzMZIUd03xRzYoG16Pp-u4Tio/s1600/Screenshot-667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3f91YQgX0Q0r2k3ARY2ax4AyeU3vl7MuisKRXf8tVqhXThQvueHcuinudzDpgFg63NtFiTi-ZGv0jFTw_hFy6Hhji-3PQWjesp31bBdFyMboMQ_pixgPzMZIUd03xRzYoG16Pp-u4Tio/s640/Screenshot-667.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I left the presentation room, I went right over to the receptionist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I hope she will tell me...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Will you please give me some contact information for Rachelle Turnwise?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to give out any information about anyone to anyone. Maybe you could check out the phone book?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My heart sunk. I was counting on her telling me something. Usually I'm not one to chase anyone, but this is an exception. An epic exception that never occurs. You either know someone in real life in your dreams if you know them, or your brain conconcts some random person in your head. No, your brain doesn't concoct up a replica of an actual living person if you've never met them before. Impossible. Which is why I need to find her, one way or another!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't going to let this one little road bum stop me! I shall look her up in the phone book! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> I can do this, she won't think you're a freak. Why would she think that?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were many reasons, but I tried not to think of them. Unfortuanatly telling yourself not to think of them makes you think of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>She saw me today at the dream presentation-that much is aparent. If I randomly call her up and talk to her out of the blue in a non-profesional, casual manner, she could think I'm some guy that wants to hook up with her! Or she could think I'm stalking her. But really, it's much more than that! But she's been stalking</em> me<em> in my dreams, so it's not like that. Oh, but then if I tell her that surely she'd think of me not only as a stalker, but a freaky insane person!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whether she thinks I'm crazy or not, I'm finding her. I always let things like this slip away from me, but not this time! Otherwise, I will spend the rest of my life thinking about it, regretting it. I cannot let that happen!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp0ns7UkY7RbJdsVZdrciepTGHr9tSSDbnpVVUn0J5kPgPvHymkDdNO6d5ojKQ7aIDyVvR8Y-yt7R40EwbE17kmEfsTL2MKTyzhk5lZF78elK79t0143nqxlmuqfp2vdfTXHKNYRzFwk/s1600/Screenshot-671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp0ns7UkY7RbJdsVZdrciepTGHr9tSSDbnpVVUn0J5kPgPvHymkDdNO6d5ojKQ7aIDyVvR8Y-yt7R40EwbE17kmEfsTL2MKTyzhk5lZF78elK79t0143nqxlmuqfp2vdfTXHKNYRzFwk/s640/Screenshot-671.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I did look her up in the phonebook. And oh my gosh, just my luck, her name wasn't in there. I asked some lady about it, and she said that she might have just moved to Bridgeport! I wasn't going to go with that, though I considered it a possibility. Maybe she was just visiting Bridgeport for the presentation! I did find her number, and some random people answered. She doesn't live there anymore! I asked them if they knew where she lived now, and they said somewhere in Bridgeport but they knew no more. Lucky for me that didn't seem to think that <em>I </em>am a stalker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I wasn't going to let that stop me. All day I've been going around asking people if they knew her. It was slightly embarrasing, but I just pretended like I was the sales guy and they were my customers (and I'm used to rude customers), so that did pretty well for me. At least in my head and the way that I acted to them! Most people just gave me this funny look and walked away. Others just ignored me altogether and walked away from me from the beginning. One person looked at me and did this funny up and down motion thing with her eyes. Either no one knew who she was, or they just weren't going to tell me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did pass one guy in particular that seemed especially friendly at the park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Excuse me, sir, do you know of a lady named Rachelle Turnwise?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm sorry, but I have to be leaving soon."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And you just have to answer one little question, is that so hard?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Please sir, it will only take a minute."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok, if it's only one minute."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His eyebrows were caved over his eyes in a strange way, and he put his finger up. This guy was being sarcastic with me. Joy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um. She may be a teacher or something in town."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do you know what school?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I think it may be Bridgeport Elementary. Why do you ask?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Personal matters."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, personal matters. Like <em>what </em>exactly?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Note to self: city people are nosy and sarcastic.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"None of your business, now shouldn't you be on your way? Didn't you say you had somewhere to be?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He looked disapointed, but he gave me a look one more time, and walked off. Briskly.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41Y5Zf_ThWX_g0hShXQVRVI6wjcN59WxpWKhX5cPkRL_rvYxA7ShB44jPv5PyifzLbOU-9fCfzgD-N6CagH6RBe-3pFwlb7kz6qQCYn3YdwC_pILs4SgNdK6Qkx985rrXhhq59YkQExY/s1600/Screenshot-672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41Y5Zf_ThWX_g0hShXQVRVI6wjcN59WxpWKhX5cPkRL_rvYxA7ShB44jPv5PyifzLbOU-9fCfzgD-N6CagH6RBe-3pFwlb7kz6qQCYn3YdwC_pILs4SgNdK6Qkx985rrXhhq59YkQExY/s640/Screenshot-672.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After that little ordeal (well, numerous little annoying ordeals), I checked my watch and it was already seven o' clock! I was really hungry. Lucky for me, I noticed that a food truck had stopped at the park. That's one nice thing about cities: convenience. Though it may have snobs and traffic galore, at least the stores were within close proximity, and the food was right there waiting for you.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqiJeB7Hm4taQ3FU4wTI_Q6fiKb_Pxr-pv1rRpDFIrwzbEY5E2sxKIBowulhUVRzQsdeBQvlYpmdpYbad401MVzHDljYJvRvsw9FvvX4kQyUatnu6j7XmhYaj5OLMob1Opht5ZEsLqY1Y/s1600/Screenshot-673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqiJeB7Hm4taQ3FU4wTI_Q6fiKb_Pxr-pv1rRpDFIrwzbEY5E2sxKIBowulhUVRzQsdeBQvlYpmdpYbad401MVzHDljYJvRvsw9FvvX4kQyUatnu6j7XmhYaj5OLMob1Opht5ZEsLqY1Y/s640/Screenshot-673.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ordered a taco.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I took my first bite, well, it was food love at first bite. My cooking just can't beat the greasy city cooking of Bridgeport! I was even able to top it with what I wanted! I added meat (and a lot of it, I am a total meat eater. How do vegetarians do it? Well, I know I will <em>never</em> know), lettuce for health kicks, though I'm not too into it (and why did I add it exactly? It was all brown and gross. I ended up taking it off, then it tasted much better), sour cream (mm, cream in sour form full of delicious fat), and extra cheese (oh my llama, cheese is from the heavens). I'm not a tomato person, and especially not if the tomatos looked as gross as those did...and refried beans are not my forte. I'll just save those for the poor vegetarians around the world. Though they themselves don't think they're poor. They're like, 'I don't like the taste of meat', or 'I think that the poor animals are raised in poor conditions', or 'it's against my religion, or 'I'm on a health kick and meat is just <em>so </em>full of fat and calories- ew, how could someone pack in thirty grams of fat and a thousand calories in just one little burger? I'd rather have my salad anyway.' Yes, you THINK you want your salad, but not really. That is unless you load it in dressing and, newsflash-dressing can make it more fattening than a burger sometimes. But anyway (there goes me blabbin in my own strange way that no one gets), though those things may be true (except the first things-meat is amazing), it's not worth it. Humans were meant to be meat eaters! You vegetarians are going against what God wanted!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Overall, I was just eating my taco to the last bite, looking at it with strange eyes. I'm sure my eyes were gleaming. It's not everyday that I go out to eat. I guess I'm kinda frugal despite my up-ish lifestyle (yes, I'm a family of money, but I lived in a modest house with modest things, since my parents like it that way).</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4a2c459NVeLIM0Qlj4u5EuBYiePZLVlLNirG16-Pb0LX3luTqNKRWKmgJxnujAjneIhWLzZrCKMfpDiPldO1iRXFg84RElfy50YSlwf-kGKsY9NbCFU8DUkR2n0hn9D8FNXSuiHDuz4c/s1600/Screenshot-689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4a2c459NVeLIM0Qlj4u5EuBYiePZLVlLNirG16-Pb0LX3luTqNKRWKmgJxnujAjneIhWLzZrCKMfpDiPldO1iRXFg84RElfy50YSlwf-kGKsY9NbCFU8DUkR2n0hn9D8FNXSuiHDuz4c/s640/Screenshot-689.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After I finished eating, and it took me a while, I was savoring every delicious, greasy bite, I decided it was time I called Mr. Simmons. I should've called earlier, but really my job and Mr. Simmons was at the back of my mind. The strangest thing like, ever, just happened, so who would remember about their job?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey Mr. Simmons. How are you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm good, Alex. You?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-that's actually why I called..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't exactly going to mention that I was trying to find the girl of my dreams (quite literally), so I just skipped to my main part. It's not like I could be all <em>'oh yeah, Mr. Simmons. I'm actually feeling pretty crappy because I am looking for the girl of my dreams that often showed up in my dreams and I haven't been able to find her. I called her lucid girl. Yeah...at the dream conference I went to, she was a presenter and she bolted out of there so I pretty much</em> need<em> to find her...'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Look-something came up and I have to stay in Bridgeport longer. I'm not sure if I need to take tomorrow off, or the next day as well. Would you please let me stay here longer?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mr. Simmons is decent at crossing boundaries-so that's why he let's me get away with things often, but he is one thing that city people aren't: not nosy-he didn't ask what that was I was talking about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, sure Alex. Thanks for calling. Whatever you need. Just call me sometime tomorrow if you need the next day off too. Have a nice night, Alex! See you on Friday or Monday."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you so much Mr. Simmons! Alright, see you then. Bye."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Bye."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ah, well that's a relief.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good ol' Mr. Simmons-the boss that everyone wants.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, I am very tired after this long day. I guess I should check into a hotel.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pretty quickly I found a hotel. Cities are just awesome like that-hotels at every corner.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hDyCnVEGnnxY6VlY9nxB-k-2mUxL38cFG6YcKBrrt4k-JQAMfaJtp6-8WoI2LgF2mlsabe5InlJfS8ySRwuovXFgEHYW6kXzaPKK64L_vEq-ceb3qzIo4aAHRX8qYdLaKZeiPOkVGws/s1600/Screenshot-677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hDyCnVEGnnxY6VlY9nxB-k-2mUxL38cFG6YcKBrrt4k-JQAMfaJtp6-8WoI2LgF2mlsabe5InlJfS8ySRwuovXFgEHYW6kXzaPKK64L_vEq-ceb3qzIo4aAHRX8qYdLaKZeiPOkVGws/s640/Screenshot-677.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found a pretty good hotel quickly (ok, only an okay hotel, but I didn't exactly pocket a thousand simoleons, not even thinking that I'd need pretty much any!). The receptionist was like Mexican or of some exotic ancestory, in a good way. She had really nice long brown hair, but you and I know that I wasn't really looking at her like<em> that</em>, because I already had my eyes on the impossible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My heart fluttered at the thought of Lucid Girl-er, Rachelle (now that's going to take some getting used to!), now that she's actually real I don't feel so guilty to feeling that way. At least I'm not in love with what's in my head-or wait, I technically don't know if my brain just sprouted a random her in my head that's not actually <em>her. </em>Ah, how confusing this is! This is why I need to find her. I need to figure this all out-I can't let myself feel this way forever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello sir. Welcome to Fargo Largo's Sleeping Hideaway!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hotel has a very cheesy name, I know. Who knows what that could mean the place is like (at least the lobby looks decent), but I decided to go here only because it was advertised to cost a mere fifty simoleons a room (for its basic lodging). It's just me and I'm here for one night to sleep, no biggy! I can live.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello miss, I would like a room please."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alright, sir."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looked on her computer for about thirty seconds to find an open room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That'll be fifty simoleons."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I handed her the ching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Your room number is 27. Go up the elevator to the second floor, and it should be one of the rooms near the end. I hope you enjoy your night."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8DgNYYhjYD2JGEGrF4VQ2yA8hROWdsWiC5oG2GteHigLxEd9FYXHBF9MZrfYsV31WyvNwCNOGvEuTE8uO3uXnAT25J4uQAqnDh_tehyphenhyphenQcHEmy0TsdZcA9ns-8tGqMBph6eyB896cXKM/s1600/Screenshot-678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8DgNYYhjYD2JGEGrF4VQ2yA8hROWdsWiC5oG2GteHigLxEd9FYXHBF9MZrfYsV31WyvNwCNOGvEuTE8uO3uXnAT25J4uQAqnDh_tehyphenhyphenQcHEmy0TsdZcA9ns-8tGqMBph6eyB896cXKM/s640/Screenshot-678.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the lobby, I walked past a very strange couple. The lady was plump and blonde, and the man had on a sweatshirt and a hat, and was no where near plump. It's funny. Usually the "strange couple" consists of a pretty obese woman and a super skinny muscle-less wimp with glasses. The guy was no wimp. I laughed in spite of myself for even thinking of this.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4bg7YSIRXYEmVYATOx_zjuV1T8zv_mQvZe1k39GClB31hg-4f9R38hLrnsVDjxrcKOkyfVEj6r1azsZ6TN5sXUrSgEM9XwIGbwv9Syr7YiCxAHIGFSte7We_QYvmfM1lupn_aeXAgC0/s1600/Screenshot-679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4bg7YSIRXYEmVYATOx_zjuV1T8zv_mQvZe1k39GClB31hg-4f9R38hLrnsVDjxrcKOkyfVEj6r1azsZ6TN5sXUrSgEM9XwIGbwv9Syr7YiCxAHIGFSte7We_QYvmfM1lupn_aeXAgC0/s640/Screenshot-679.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got to my room, I was nevous in a way as to what room was going to lay before me. I shouldn't really have anything to worry-if the lobby was nice, shouldn't the room be too? But, somehow I thought that fifty simoleons had to be reflected in one way or another. I've never really been in a hotel like this before, but I've heard the stories. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIq3mhf5NLI_YftFWaxFGBzbGTHZwGDz5ciYcde6NM5_7pzrF71wHqia7oL2C9aldZv9Xrbe22qxXcavqt9GG5it73wiZ1HtYxPgGVmwlzCcbMXj5GOuO5A6GKLIEikZTToMQIs1fXMc/s1600/Screenshot-680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIq3mhf5NLI_YftFWaxFGBzbGTHZwGDz5ciYcde6NM5_7pzrF71wHqia7oL2C9aldZv9Xrbe22qxXcavqt9GG5it73wiZ1HtYxPgGVmwlzCcbMXj5GOuO5A6GKLIEikZTToMQIs1fXMc/s640/Screenshot-680.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I watched tv for a while on its small, microscopic screen, but I got bored of it quickly because they didn't have that many channels. I tried watching a soap opera, but it was just so dramatic and even more cheesy. The room was really a nightmare in style...the beds had metal frames, and the wallpaper was extremely hideous, but whatever. There was a fridge and counters, though. Don't see that in many hotels! But, the fridge is probably not cold and the counters are probably scummy. At least with my luck. But I wasn't about to check.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got tired pretty quickly (mostly because I was bored of the soap opera), so I took off my clothes and put them on the other bed (it looked like the cleanest thing in the room-not that I'm a neat freak, but I'm not exactly a slob either). I went into bed, and I was disgusted by its sheets. They were thin (the room was air conditioned heavily-and there wasn't even a thermostat!) and scratchy. But, at least I'm one to fall asleep quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdeRCvW4CbuZsWBRFW_t87BtiajsbF2Jm8-bAfsKUQ1ZVIkkP4TGx_BB1OFWDdcOBPD6Gh2jIAqe_GlzBS6oN-Dq1BlXWb0men52EIHotgbczkZOoRsA001GRbLssGlHppln-rzsGYco/s1600/Screenshot-681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdeRCvW4CbuZsWBRFW_t87BtiajsbF2Jm8-bAfsKUQ1ZVIkkP4TGx_BB1OFWDdcOBPD6Gh2jIAqe_GlzBS6oN-Dq1BlXWb0men52EIHotgbczkZOoRsA001GRbLssGlHppln-rzsGYco/s640/Screenshot-681.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up and I could see the sun peaking through the blinds. Quickly, I bounded out of bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Where's Lucid Girl-erm...I mean Rachelle! I need to find her. Gotta get up-I must find her!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFEuun8LvOytpBBDwmWBxGzIOJczVsmW-acfBrzRkpIxqAE6JYTUsk98K5LkvwqZxjIqKrMppMKg4xiqpGjUkL_kFpqe_juL0X8xWmf9B3g1Tosybezp1yNfhX_uxIoFFqlEw-vb5_ts/s1600/Screenshot-683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFEuun8LvOytpBBDwmWBxGzIOJczVsmW-acfBrzRkpIxqAE6JYTUsk98K5LkvwqZxjIqKrMppMKg4xiqpGjUkL_kFpqe_juL0X8xWmf9B3g1Tosybezp1yNfhX_uxIoFFqlEw-vb5_ts/s640/Screenshot-683.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started bounding across my room and out the door. I didn't even bother to shut it-I was too set on finding Rachelle. I even forgot to put on underwear-but I didn't care! I wanted to find her as soon as possible! Putting on clothes is just going to slow me down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Where's Rachelle? Where is she? She's gotta be around somewhere! I must find her! I must!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSKZdS_Tp5YDQxM8qyk8GrhPTlLiQ2oMLqDqdJEqDiPKMgMRgT99C3ce4YpdbY4TFzQRsekaPDSNAUkkUsnqivjtYfhr1A_rWAmrRnANtLtNM547_Jv8VDsqcRk7ExxXdZkQR8a2eXj0/s1600/Screenshot-684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSKZdS_Tp5YDQxM8qyk8GrhPTlLiQ2oMLqDqdJEqDiPKMgMRgT99C3ce4YpdbY4TFzQRsekaPDSNAUkkUsnqivjtYfhr1A_rWAmrRnANtLtNM547_Jv8VDsqcRk7ExxXdZkQR8a2eXj0/s640/Screenshot-684.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made my way to the elevator. The room in which it was in was a sort of eating room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I can eat breakfast any time! That will just slow me down. I don't care about eating!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seemed to take forever for the elevator to close, and slowly veer down.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWiS33qaYt77eAgUboV_kSvXACHaYXqgueW9WL2a7xPoTgBdFv2FWtYDfeqCX1VR5CAjEgXXLog594ASlDBxJoFc1pQPRfWnZu_XOpSqio0cLpaHBjMG1goLMIpt2aj1Lqhz4vRaGc-Q/s1600/Screenshot-685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWiS33qaYt77eAgUboV_kSvXACHaYXqgueW9WL2a7xPoTgBdFv2FWtYDfeqCX1VR5CAjEgXXLog594ASlDBxJoFc1pQPRfWnZu_XOpSqio0cLpaHBjMG1goLMIpt2aj1Lqhz4vRaGc-Q/s640/Screenshot-685.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran as soon as the elevator door opened. I was already trying to get out before it even opened-the elevator door threatened not to open because I was there, smacked up against it. Luckily, it did, and right as the smallest opening was seen in the elevator, I bolted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I saw the lady and man standing up just as I was passing them. I was going so lightning fast I was just able to register that they were there while I was passing them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do any of you know where Rachelle is?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't even think to mention her last name. But anyway, whose name is Rachelle for there to be more than one Rachelle anyone?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The blonde one answered, "I don't know what you're talking about! I've never heard of the name <em>Rachelle </em>before. Why do you even want to know, are you stalking her?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I slowed down at her last sentence. It pierced me at my heart- <em>am I stalking her? Is that what she will think when I find her-if I find her?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I shook my head and quickened my speed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>No. I'm not the type to stalk-this is much bigger than stalking. I must find her-I must. She will understand! I am not crazy.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXvFhavgxoaMLzys3dsswLnXPlRrSmRop7NvGtHSLWCZQbhxmwLQgHuq2R37N8SVVg9zmy4c6JSJ3S7odTaC5tf3I9g0NcpDcFJqhbDHqD15jrKm_bXrTOZuDypgOb3GKlBTpu5Ub-WE/s1600/Screenshot-686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXvFhavgxoaMLzys3dsswLnXPlRrSmRop7NvGtHSLWCZQbhxmwLQgHuq2R37N8SVVg9zmy4c6JSJ3S7odTaC5tf3I9g0NcpDcFJqhbDHqD15jrKm_bXrTOZuDypgOb3GKlBTpu5Ub-WE/s640/Screenshot-686.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to run in the street, and realized that I probably should get back on the sidewalk, I don't want to get run over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Right-right, this is a big city, this isn't Longview. I can find her perfectly well on the sidewalk!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed up ahead of me one of Bridgeport's lovely monuments called the sextuplet mountains. I don't really know why it's called that (they look nothing like mountains). I guess it's an abstract thing. I just really don't get modern art.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlqqkgUKAxaKZF1ZA8oQRpBFDrV6dlDadwEkKzdqqKpYVqKSBJgbJdAL-Elv3yUFImKlQyvQDs7vo7okc1URedFMlVzMAQ5bd-SWUCZbm5sJBL-n6lYtLAGO_Cvi5sb4G7yidJvBE4GM/s1600/Screenshot-687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlqqkgUKAxaKZF1ZA8oQRpBFDrV6dlDadwEkKzdqqKpYVqKSBJgbJdAL-Elv3yUFImKlQyvQDs7vo7okc1URedFMlVzMAQ5bd-SWUCZbm5sJBL-n6lYtLAGO_Cvi5sb4G7yidJvBE4GM/s640/Screenshot-687.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, right next to it, I saw the back of a girl's head-and on that head was blonde hair!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran faster still.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my gosh-that must be Rachelle!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My frown quickly changed to a broad grin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>My search is done at last!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5O4QSFaBFlHlMNPdvPmCiX79D7ubYR6kNl0XNb6g4h-MTfDvNwjdc-Ty_LZqw6G0OuTMnNsUsEBQeaCyl0GHDZ1mRcYEqWd2ooO3J23LwXgE2dNU64cwW6voPAMrVd8VGTLwroV3Wf0/s1600/Screenshot-688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5O4QSFaBFlHlMNPdvPmCiX79D7ubYR6kNl0XNb6g4h-MTfDvNwjdc-Ty_LZqw6G0OuTMnNsUsEBQeaCyl0GHDZ1mRcYEqWd2ooO3J23LwXgE2dNU64cwW6voPAMrVd8VGTLwroV3Wf0/s640/Screenshot-688.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then she turned around, and there was the fat lady.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, hello handsome young man! Look at those abs."</div>She did this weird eyebrow thing, and as my grin turned right back to a frown, her mouth changed to how mine was, except it was dirtier.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come to mama."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Unfortuanatly for me, my feet were firmly planted and I couldn't run away from her and continue my search. I just looked down at the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I will never find Rachelle. She doesn't even want to be found.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawTC0jE3IgtkaGd1D2ccDo9Bi-3AFRUjoxiwNfOBtDFD-CYKJJVinhfGkVibq7VgK0cyiGMuPaBdRecyrMVvWBeTCywpZ7_vyyJzq5zGArpwt5EdAAOoIALFrsJsgHpV1PF1QtG7lM-Y/s1600/Screenshot-682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawTC0jE3IgtkaGd1D2ccDo9Bi-3AFRUjoxiwNfOBtDFD-CYKJJVinhfGkVibq7VgK0cyiGMuPaBdRecyrMVvWBeTCywpZ7_vyyJzq5zGArpwt5EdAAOoIALFrsJsgHpV1PF1QtG7lM-Y/s640/Screenshot-682.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I woke up, relief flowing through my veins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ew, I'm glad that </em>she <em>never was able to get ahold of me. And oh-her touching me with her flabby stomach would've been so unpleasant...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But now, I must have breakfast, I'm starving! This time, I will get dressed and I am not leaving this room in my underwear! I want to find her-but not <em>that</em> badly. Even if she does not want me to find her-well, too bad for her. I can't let this go away. Everything else in my life I could've left alone and I would be fine. But this,<em> this</em>, I cannot walk away from. Too much is on the line.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-56886716677469958692011-06-15T22:50:00.000-07:002011-06-15T23:01:12.585-07:00Chapter 16<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgwsdWNY7YO0hnerxzPNJcaL0KtasKFMTu-G5E2fPyQx-tVFqNnxpUM5q47XFqnsatkFLAMzLglw2Tl1W9ZkUn0aaTx-kSHS1f0Rcb8l9OFkYEsLgTeF5cCcAyQ0inzEmlBydk4ZMLKk/s1600/Screenshot-621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgwsdWNY7YO0hnerxzPNJcaL0KtasKFMTu-G5E2fPyQx-tVFqNnxpUM5q47XFqnsatkFLAMzLglw2Tl1W9ZkUn0aaTx-kSHS1f0Rcb8l9OFkYEsLgTeF5cCcAyQ0inzEmlBydk4ZMLKk/s640/Screenshot-621.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up and I was on an island.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Hmm, that's strange. When did I get on an island exactly?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried to think of when, but my mind wasn't telling me any answers.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqWKtHlA-7AKNcN7vp8wpiN2H3ynmGar5GmdLsuTQWPUA91ER9t89lK8Iu-RLT6AFQaA0r6xn7bFzJzy5XWLixyIr_pLNwLSQkPhKsweYWOLTauHfnvrBlw7B5SoTfA4B18QzFiQAULU/s1600/Screenshot-622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqWKtHlA-7AKNcN7vp8wpiN2H3ynmGar5GmdLsuTQWPUA91ER9t89lK8Iu-RLT6AFQaA0r6xn7bFzJzy5XWLixyIr_pLNwLSQkPhKsweYWOLTauHfnvrBlw7B5SoTfA4B18QzFiQAULU/s640/Screenshot-622.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got up and looked at the big, lonely sea. I wasn't just anywhere-I was on an island.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, at least I'm good with my firewood! And it's so warm and toasty here, ah....</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubRxppa_YYbh36Z4d5Ko0AiMdTTSWbEmBwTTejwfzELwrVeWBxj4GmqIMQeRkWU7lpojLM3H749a_51M1IzwK4MVxhbCOfmAmnwolC27S4j2SzTEOXBmuHds-AVAIMnl1si9RfusrexA/s1600/Screenshot-623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubRxppa_YYbh36Z4d5Ko0AiMdTTSWbEmBwTTejwfzELwrVeWBxj4GmqIMQeRkWU7lpojLM3H749a_51M1IzwK4MVxhbCOfmAmnwolC27S4j2SzTEOXBmuHds-AVAIMnl1si9RfusrexA/s640/Screenshot-623.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walk closer to the shore and I notice a boat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh yeah-that's it. It was a shipwreck. My giant boat sunk that I was on, and I managed to get the only lifeboat that didn't sink!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By some miracle, I saved myself and forgot about the whole event. <em>Yeah-yeah, that's what happened.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sT1uDttk7NR5ADNmnRy_QeN6_PlZIdrLJ0tcuGGSUwAV_Qxh75CnrXyteNxlS5ycOo3ohVPiPDxnZbxDVgJZ6gJb1WorirA5by4qjA9LM3H7gWEK8R-r0UOmigkFbhkuP8E9yXU3fWo/s1600/Screenshot-626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sT1uDttk7NR5ADNmnRy_QeN6_PlZIdrLJ0tcuGGSUwAV_Qxh75CnrXyteNxlS5ycOo3ohVPiPDxnZbxDVgJZ6gJb1WorirA5by4qjA9LM3H7gWEK8R-r0UOmigkFbhkuP8E9yXU3fWo/s640/Screenshot-626.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I started to run, suddenly panicked. I was starving, and really, who knows how long it could take to get food on a deserted place such as this.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSNf7W1L3roT0kvw0_GnIuaeuka74u95nDUCE7z1WSFjh2EZ8-apSPWCuaAeaqS3rmdK9-_WoYY1tA5FlGPdt0hTZqEhYgKEC_4Ane67YqLU7bMubmKN129DGvNpDDJPj3PcVsXTWRjI/s1600/Screenshot-627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSNf7W1L3roT0kvw0_GnIuaeuka74u95nDUCE7z1WSFjh2EZ8-apSPWCuaAeaqS3rmdK9-_WoYY1tA5FlGPdt0hTZqEhYgKEC_4Ane67YqLU7bMubmKN129DGvNpDDJPj3PcVsXTWRjI/s640/Screenshot-627.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On my little journey, I passed a magnificent waterfall, but I told myself I had no time to gaze at its beauty. Food first, gazing second.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4dc9WhY3UcYQjaUW-9B0A6pNC2aENNnGDfZlWU07PZzZaELXVWweqAX7QqZUiMwAjMT01_aFPnJbsyuKUBrP3zM-vLPCSKWtcWGwzO8xwDh_O-nVV-JRohRKmQ6KY0PoBBqOXn6V9w0/s1600/Screenshot-628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4dc9WhY3UcYQjaUW-9B0A6pNC2aENNnGDfZlWU07PZzZaELXVWweqAX7QqZUiMwAjMT01_aFPnJbsyuKUBrP3zM-vLPCSKWtcWGwzO8xwDh_O-nVV-JRohRKmQ6KY0PoBBqOXn6V9w0/s640/Screenshot-628.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I arrived at the food I sought! There were a few bushes of grapes-some that looked delicious-but I had something else in mind.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSQJui7UQ0PVrGJWnciFcDq0mo3JESNMRbJe8SR61w3LVQs1hZlar8iLhIvg5ppXukb2Vr0ro86d9JUlGvZ_cUKOQePj_Cxpb9QcnUixaB2aOYK1hgvTSJKWHw4NRHyk-Hyk-rm3zVlg/s1600/Screenshot-629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSQJui7UQ0PVrGJWnciFcDq0mo3JESNMRbJe8SR61w3LVQs1hZlar8iLhIvg5ppXukb2Vr0ro86d9JUlGvZ_cUKOQePj_Cxpb9QcnUixaB2aOYK1hgvTSJKWHw4NRHyk-Hyk-rm3zVlg/s640/Screenshot-629.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to make myself a fortune cookie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So glad I brought this with me when the ship broke down! It's genius, I mean, who couldn't go for a fortune cookie on a deserted island? There is just so much that it could predict.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'You are going to be deserted on a deserted island for the rest of your life. You lucky numbers are 11, 12, and 13. But especially 13.' That would </em>so <em>happen!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjykSvAxDDmrp0SGVyxVWeRDvptp3tucM58IuVXCm6JSen7W87IPFTYmZZ7_sNglK9JpTbTbnQqrzGc0dkUT8tR6MVoKRPg98HrefCunGpH3-EXKr2X83aS70VPIrTZ7KX0ZOC2i3-Aqc/s1600/Screenshot-630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjykSvAxDDmrp0SGVyxVWeRDvptp3tucM58IuVXCm6JSen7W87IPFTYmZZ7_sNglK9JpTbTbnQqrzGc0dkUT8tR6MVoKRPg98HrefCunGpH3-EXKr2X83aS70VPIrTZ7KX0ZOC2i3-Aqc/s640/Screenshot-630.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I opened up my fortune (yes, a bunch of those were already premade, and I slipped one inside), it said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Something significant is going to happen in your life soon. It could be positive, negative, or neautral. It's outcome is not yet known.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Your lucky numbers are 10, 21, and 11.</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
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</div><em>Yeah, um...what exactly significant can happen on a deserted island? A rescue party? Not likely.</em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ate my fortune cookie and was disapointed by its taste. Ooo, bland. So awesome. Why do fortune cookies even have to taste like this? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I should've brought the chocolate fountain instead! I could go for a chocolate covered oreo right about now...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEfWFzasd3bovxCpirvrQHYTRhYKH7aS8ojRv-ABff66HupEhwbrDUdiViCSjsMcfyfmyuy-IkejrAphFIA1WCwpRzLuq94vZ-0CNfE8pU1MOY34SsPZTnom94-527J6FFEBTs0kOgsc/s1600/Screenshot-632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEfWFzasd3bovxCpirvrQHYTRhYKH7aS8ojRv-ABff66HupEhwbrDUdiViCSjsMcfyfmyuy-IkejrAphFIA1WCwpRzLuq94vZ-0CNfE8pU1MOY34SsPZTnom94-527J6FFEBTs0kOgsc/s640/Screenshot-632.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> After I was finished with my mini (disapointing) feast, I decided to go to the top of the island, just to see it in perspective. It was a surprisingly tall island (good, that means that this must've been volcanic at one point, so it should stay up for many centuries to come!). Looking at everything was so beautiful...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I realized something. This isn't real, I'm not really stranded on a deserted island! This is a dream. How silly of me to think so!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTBGXga8-eRifLWXEvViYMGZFnN8DNGcGwvdN2NPtKkopN3kgUHhVNE8zMxduR1T-xpjt4lmBFWfH3oxNSBOy3mP4GbaDi9VJCzo7D9pWm7TwVI2GpE2YSnH0kKTibTl-1LLcViTch0A/s1600/Screenshot-633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTBGXga8-eRifLWXEvViYMGZFnN8DNGcGwvdN2NPtKkopN3kgUHhVNE8zMxduR1T-xpjt4lmBFWfH3oxNSBOy3mP4GbaDi9VJCzo7D9pWm7TwVI2GpE2YSnH0kKTibTl-1LLcViTch0A/s640/Screenshot-633.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So then, I decided to fly down from my high up place. I was doing it pretty well, considering lucid girl wasn't there to watch over me. I seemed to always be able to fly so well with her along.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ah, lucid girl. I miss her presense!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPyj2nRPwthUjrXQl4JWIRRLUbMFGdNVJDKV_d3YzbCFcnmb7hyphenhyphen3K2tbmQTDsPnF72bv2S0csQrF4ermtDeHerFhiPZjWeISEQBvxKKPERBVs2jukrVkfHUG9-yD35Yhxd3TYeq3div0/s1600/Screenshot-634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPyj2nRPwthUjrXQl4JWIRRLUbMFGdNVJDKV_d3YzbCFcnmb7hyphenhyphen3K2tbmQTDsPnF72bv2S0csQrF4ermtDeHerFhiPZjWeISEQBvxKKPERBVs2jukrVkfHUG9-yD35Yhxd3TYeq3div0/s640/Screenshot-634.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough I reached ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I am SO going to spend the rest of this dream looking for lucid girl. Now, what would lucid girl do?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought about it, and I had my answer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I know! I'll make people appear in my dream and imagine one of them being lucid girl. It always seems to work so well for her! Or-better yet- I'll teleport to where I think she'll be, and if I THINK she's there, then she will be. This is my dream and believing dictates what happens!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was about to teleoport, but then I looked around my island one last time. It was beautiful, and surprisingly not very <strong>hazy </strong>at all. My whole dream was pretty clear, in fact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I could feel my dream escaping from my fingertips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyguEMvI_w8zDFAVuLnqcHtTQUPzl9LUGdVRQXEEOmuAQJBpRqGSI7PEkkyOsg9LHm2uoWl0PELphxsNRyzpwHRzepzvWAkxvEz2J9pZSxAHp25EiQBtA87z0fuG14x6ryYogjl6LcI0/s1600/Screenshot-654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyguEMvI_w8zDFAVuLnqcHtTQUPzl9LUGdVRQXEEOmuAQJBpRqGSI7PEkkyOsg9LHm2uoWl0PELphxsNRyzpwHRzepzvWAkxvEz2J9pZSxAHp25EiQBtA87z0fuG14x6ryYogjl6LcI0/s640/Screenshot-654.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I then woke up and sighed. Lucid girl hadn't been in my dreams lately...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What's wrong with me? Why won't she come anymore and save the day? I miss her so much. Oh llama, I miss a person from my dreams! What's wrong with me? I have more...no, no, of course that's not true. No no, that's not possible. I just especially like her because my own mind made her up! Of course I'm going to especially like a girl that I see that has no flaws as my mind is tricking me! My mind is begging for a relationship, and this is what's happening! I still know exactly what she looks like. I'll never let myself forget! So it's not that. She</em> will <em>be in another dream, and soon!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After thinking about my dissapointment, I realized it was August fifteenth, the day I've been waiting for! Today is the day of the dream presentation. I wonder what they will tell us!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went downstairs to eat some cereal and got on the road. I am all set, Mr. Simmons gave me the day off no problem, and Marshall and Jeff can just have breakfast made by our butler! This day will be perfect. I had to get there at 10:00. It's in Bridgeport, so I had to leave bright and early (that's nine for me). I go there sometimes, and it being a big city and everything, an hour isn't bad.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwmH-moZl8h4rx6dpnaWMvSE1kRUBH7CWiqpfvIwH0vCNnfkz7k5pLBQbJ42GzzpE9-OTOG1OBr12R8lo3RLqB3TgjDaL5Z0zsa4C_-O9PwQt66N2jIHOLcRYFhNEpY_JAyfHXoGU874/s1600/Screenshot-655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwmH-moZl8h4rx6dpnaWMvSE1kRUBH7CWiqpfvIwH0vCNnfkz7k5pLBQbJ42GzzpE9-OTOG1OBr12R8lo3RLqB3TgjDaL5Z0zsa4C_-O9PwQt66N2jIHOLcRYFhNEpY_JAyfHXoGU874/s640/Screenshot-655.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough, I arrived at Bridgeport's Town Center (a lot of events take place here). I was arriving a little late thanks to traffic (I really need to time things better. I'm not used to Bridgeport's traffic). But unlike Cassandra, I wasn't sweating. Too much. But unlike with us, I was arriving somewhat late and not right on time.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK31ISaAZ3wHS9vgP_ReLZCFQQO8MzeiqZRONRX4HVb4cuOc-ceXm5mQ5j7x8vo4FcjZJx-Dq9XJgxvlk-Cm40xdPTetUCi6oYdJR21Fpkvu5JDPQhC-a_FOfzLxBv7fVvduawXNkzzo0/s1600/Screenshot-656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK31ISaAZ3wHS9vgP_ReLZCFQQO8MzeiqZRONRX4HVb4cuOc-ceXm5mQ5j7x8vo4FcjZJx-Dq9XJgxvlk-Cm40xdPTetUCi6oYdJR21Fpkvu5JDPQhC-a_FOfzLxBv7fVvduawXNkzzo0/s640/Screenshot-656.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, hello sir. May I help you? Are you here to look at the art gallery? It's just right down the hall."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Actually, no. I'm here for the dream conference."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gave me this big eyed look, but it soon changed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok, can I see your ticket? Hang two lefts, and you'll be there"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes ma'am."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It did cost a little money, but it is supposed to go to some dreaming institute that studies dreams, so I figured it was worth it. What's five simoleons to a working man?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH00mNFfTtXd3SWKpTM-v4v09tCZBwhvo0hLovz8ckgx4S1LDbO0ermDIj3ebpSF0KrMs4lcyqpNMDhJpf1rR-SkMB0i_GFnb1MouMmRucQLxgcPUOUhBb5ZfGj2m8Fby07DdwJgvanDk/s1600/Screenshot-657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH00mNFfTtXd3SWKpTM-v4v09tCZBwhvo0hLovz8ckgx4S1LDbO0ermDIj3ebpSF0KrMs4lcyqpNMDhJpf1rR-SkMB0i_GFnb1MouMmRucQLxgcPUOUhBb5ZfGj2m8Fby07DdwJgvanDk/s640/Screenshot-657.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I arrived in the room, it was fairly empty. And I now understood why she gave me such a funny look. Not only were there such few people there, but everyone besides myself and one other guy (oh thank llama) was geeky with very bad clothes.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSoZ_lreQ3otBCUujjZukkg3QzLzwVnLT4g5mVbp3-HcH8OmOUzS6x-tVOOGbgsmOSCrPSYOlN_7R5DRL97pdGFfd1g-ihzYKeF2FTDvBPyVGGL2-p5KYDuROSbWpK7dW95hh09i1Ydo/s1600/Screenshot-658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSoZ_lreQ3otBCUujjZukkg3QzLzwVnLT4g5mVbp3-HcH8OmOUzS6x-tVOOGbgsmOSCrPSYOlN_7R5DRL97pdGFfd1g-ihzYKeF2FTDvBPyVGGL2-p5KYDuROSbWpK7dW95hh09i1Ydo/s640/Screenshot-658.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Apparently I wasn't so late, because the presentation began about five minutes later. It was like they were waiting, and hoping, for their to be more people there, but that didn't happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello everyone, thank you for attending this dream presentation. I am Rachelle (Ra-shell) Turnwise, and I am a dreamer."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She had a really interesting name. I've never heard of Rachelle before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I would like to start with a little backround information of myself. I have always been somewhat fascinated with dreams. In seventh grade, I had my first lucid dream. A girl told me that I was dreaming, and there were a bunch of other people there. I believed her, but that dream didn't last long. A lucid dream is a dream that you know you're dreaming when you're dreaming. You'd be considered very lucky if you have these dreams often, you would be considered a natural. However, I am not a natural. When I was fifteen, I became a member of a dream site and started a dream journal, and learned more about lucid dreaming. Thanks to this site, I got many more lucid dreams. When I'd stop going on that site, my lucid dreams became less numerous."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhk9558YtoBtXdVvmWKmV4ofBJF8X_yuUOhoI5m3nmpIvJEAL4lgNvvE9H7unzg6XQLtEtHbquIxc84VzVOs79MRzGl054p1_L6d9T32ePOyK8IkGwTcGJ0WT8qvNKiHkMPbylsgdXsU/s1600/Screenshot-659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhk9558YtoBtXdVvmWKmV4ofBJF8X_yuUOhoI5m3nmpIvJEAL4lgNvvE9H7unzg6XQLtEtHbquIxc84VzVOs79MRzGl054p1_L6d9T32ePOyK8IkGwTcGJ0WT8qvNKiHkMPbylsgdXsU/s640/Screenshot-659.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Soon, I became quite good at not only having lucid dreams but also learning how to control them. I read about things I could do, and I also taught a few techniques to myself. Today, I would like to share with you how you can learn to get lucid dreams if you're not one of the lucky naturals. But even naturals can learn to fine tune their skills. Before trying to lucid dream, you should be able to remember your dreams. It wouldn't really pay to have a lucid dream if you can't remember it! To remember your dreams, some can just simply think about your dream throughout the day. Upon waking, try to go through every last detail of your dream. Sometimes thinking about it for a minute can help everything come back, even if you think it's hopeless at first. Talk about your dreams, too. But make sure first that those people are willing to listen and appreciate dreams. There are all too many people that don't."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Understatement of the year!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOejEzkzgtIyJ8C5_VF7mbZx4MFYScZq1hvNoZikW8Au8SHkgBevMBQQkdKj3VL7g2a8OlFGQADZdUNcy39esYzzqS9QbuxNaASVhXV7t3yGa0oOMonfjvX8uLDlGqhAFJg_0xnRcyFU/s1600/Screenshot-660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOejEzkzgtIyJ8C5_VF7mbZx4MFYScZq1hvNoZikW8Au8SHkgBevMBQQkdKj3VL7g2a8OlFGQADZdUNcy39esYzzqS9QbuxNaASVhXV7t3yGa0oOMonfjvX8uLDlGqhAFJg_0xnRcyFU/s640/Screenshot-660.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed throughout her presentation she was glancing at me. It was really discreet and I could detect it. She had some major perpheral vision going on. I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I was listening to her speech, and I wasn't quite sure why... I could tell that she was starting to sweat. Nervous about public speaking? I guess so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"If those things don't help you remember your dreams, then you will have to write a dream journal. Type it up on microsoft word, or write it on a notebook, it doesn't matter. Just write everything that you remember about your dream in as much detail as possible. Preferably this should be done upon waking, but if you don't have the time you can write brief notes and finish them later."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIQx4OIAbJK8HRccrT5K7KN69CgaZGfEoMAKd6kVtRxx79TKMCanpVlRcIXOL-bDBQKq28gs8d3sN6xdbRnASDj_gWuaQmuDuwWfhtXSGWVWSpDpG6zPQx6q7oxeSi3UfXWFR_d5uAkE/s1600/Screenshot-661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIQx4OIAbJK8HRccrT5K7KN69CgaZGfEoMAKd6kVtRxx79TKMCanpVlRcIXOL-bDBQKq28gs8d3sN6xdbRnASDj_gWuaQmuDuwWfhtXSGWVWSpDpG6zPQx6q7oxeSi3UfXWFR_d5uAkE/s640/Screenshot-661.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, after that you should be able to remember your dreams. After a while, you may even remember multiple a day! But do not get discouraged if you can't remember them that well at first. Sometimes it takes a very long while for this to work for some people. Just make sure you don't smoke or drink, or do any sort of drugs, because this also is very bad for remembering your dreams. Now, let's hear Jake tell us about reality checks!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1XZ5JXt4oL9lmLZ89vU0k25QLehiJP8hXHSyvbgWzwKznYDsMjm_n6oQM57rPXekslxwWLdawX9NP4x4UljX12yxPCFGMIX8eI_bh1LUJ0WqL9wFLB8H1rHSBGtasx9sSlTI9bpyfuA/s1600/Screenshot-662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1XZ5JXt4oL9lmLZ89vU0k25QLehiJP8hXHSyvbgWzwKznYDsMjm_n6oQM57rPXekslxwWLdawX9NP4x4UljX12yxPCFGMIX8eI_bh1LUJ0WqL9wFLB8H1rHSBGtasx9sSlTI9bpyfuA/s640/Screenshot-662.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could tell that Rachelle was feeling very uncomfortable during his speech. She was figiting a lot and not daring to look at the audience. It seemed like she was thinking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, hello everyone. I am Jake Struskie and I have been a natural lucid dreamer all of my life. You wouldn't be able to imagine the places I've been, the dream characters I've seen. Now, once you remember your dreams, reality checks are a very good way to help you become lucid in dreams. The idea is that you'll do the task in your dream and ask yourself if it's a dream, and if you do one of the tasks I'm about to tell you, hopefully it 'shouldn't work', and you'll become lucid. I do not reccomend pinching. Sometimes you don't feel the pain in dreams, or you think that you will feel the pain. That is very unrealiable-but there are other ways that are almost one hundred percent reliable. I usually do the watch test. The idea is you look at a watch or a clock in waking life. Before you look at it, you ask yourself if you're dreaming. Now, don't joke about it and think 'duh this isn't a dream', because then you'll believe that and go on believing in reality. No, you look at the clock and ask yourself if you're dreaming. Look at the time. Then, whole heartedly ask yourself again and look at the time once more. If you're in a dream, almost one hundred percent of the time the time will change drastically and you'll know it's a dream."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He went on to list a bunch of other reality checks.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBAoHxMm2pnaZulztsOI6g7BU_iTTnulPCsHBVz44GO99XFeU3EQhuk9Sv6DvKGcw-iS9YcUBTbxI18BO1Txqx8h6AwWjA9wY-QhOX66iX5HhOEFY9Ps8WlVrRnVVN_a6lY-meLGPJqo/s1600/Screenshot-663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBAoHxMm2pnaZulztsOI6g7BU_iTTnulPCsHBVz44GO99XFeU3EQhuk9Sv6DvKGcw-iS9YcUBTbxI18BO1Txqx8h6AwWjA9wY-QhOX66iX5HhOEFY9Ps8WlVrRnVVN_a6lY-meLGPJqo/s640/Screenshot-663.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then, Rachelle sprung out of her chair, whispered in the girl's ear next to her, and left, leaving me puzzled. I looked at my watch and it was eleven o' clock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The one that I like to use the most is this. You ask yourself how you got to where you are. Because in dreams usually you don't know how you got there. In order for these reality checks to work, you have to make sure you do them a lot in waking life, so you can ensure that you will ask yourself in dreams. I reccomend doing it every hour. But if you can't do them whole heartedly, don't do them as often. Nothing like doing a reality check in a dream and then thinking it's still reality! You don't want that. After time, you should be able to get lucid sooner or later. Eventually you may even become lucid without a reality check. I believe this is because dreams have an "aura" that don't feel like reality. Eventually, you will be able to feel this aura. Now, let's hear it for Lilly with her techniques!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0uhGQofNwCIo0e8Mq0qav1X83cRemDJUaBvD0a-pNwO_mQRaFvTpRXjBHIn1ftB_XNp5TR5jvv0xds9cTwMmvbVRsKtoYySXCzaszh74JWdfFAu1iDHod5Mc2qU0zaKfR9MEyFCSaFE/s1600/Screenshot-664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0uhGQofNwCIo0e8Mq0qav1X83cRemDJUaBvD0a-pNwO_mQRaFvTpRXjBHIn1ftB_XNp5TR5jvv0xds9cTwMmvbVRsKtoYySXCzaszh74JWdfFAu1iDHod5Mc2qU0zaKfR9MEyFCSaFE/s640/Screenshot-664.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello everyone, I'm Lilly Useabaga and I am a lucid dreamer. I am not a natural like Jake, but I use the techniques already stated on a regular basis to get my lucid dreams. I cannot stress it enough: do not give up! Some people have to try very hard to get lucid dreams sometimes, but it's worth it. Trust me. The satisfaction you feel when you're lucid for the first time is undescribable! Just don't feel too excited in your dream or you could wake up! Just knowing that you can do ANYTHING in a dream is just what has always allured me. I am quite satisfied with where I am currently in my dreams, but I still have much to do! On of the things that everyone loves to do with flying."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She talked about flying for literally ten straight minutes! I never knew there were so many flying techniques and ways to recover from falling!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Teleporting in dreams is also quite fun. I have jumped in a mirror, through a television, in a book, through a door, simply through closing my eyes. There are so many ways it could be done. Just believe that what you're going to go through will bring you to a different place, and it will. Talk to your dream characters. Sometimes what they say will make you laugh, and other times make you think. And other times, you could be digging within yourself through talking to a dream charactor."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She went on and on talking about many other things she has done in her lucid dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"If you ever feel like the dream is slipping, you have a few options. First, focus deeply on something in your dream. Often, that brings you right back. You have to concentrate on not thinking too hard because this could make you lose some of your dream. Also, spinning works too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She talked for like another twenty minutes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you for attending this dream conference today. I hope that we have been informative and an inspiration to you to start or fine tune your lucid dreaming skills. Have a nice day everyone."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqz53OAjUyQd59NBoOGhlqUORNhWbHT0Fo2zd42OdQ82_J4WjeXa84YbfLQDU7nndWMJsFkgEmFPeEjAbyFBY0Y5ejSjRg_KWzQQHJCAYwtSF1mHSNwK4bD4uUgewyGBQtUkALzQLDYI/s1600/Screenshot-665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqz53OAjUyQd59NBoOGhlqUORNhWbHT0Fo2zd42OdQ82_J4WjeXa84YbfLQDU7nndWMJsFkgEmFPeEjAbyFBY0Y5ejSjRg_KWzQQHJCAYwtSF1mHSNwK4bD4uUgewyGBQtUkALzQLDYI/s640/Screenshot-665.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When it was done, I had some time to think. I was really concentrating on all of their advice, and wow was there a lot! I'll have to use some of that in the future. But then I started to think about the first girl that presented-Rachelle. I was having a mental battle in my head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh no, of course I don't know Rachelle! She must live in Bridgeport and it's such a big city. Of course I've never met her before! That's crazy. But-but-I feel like I know her really well.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Five minutes later, I came up with something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Pch, of course she can't be-no, no that is impossible. The laws of science don't allow it! It's an imposibility, no, no.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, somehow I knew that I was only trying to think against my gut.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I know this girl, she is from my dreams-Rachelle is lucid girl. I must find her. But the question is-does she know me, or did my brain just spawn her in my head somehow?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mind was blaring crazy. How could the impossible be true?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, was anyone expecting that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know that I went totally crazy on the dream presentation thing. All of that stuff is fact, and I didn't look any of that up on google! All of that is in my noggin. I know a lot about lucid dreams, it's true! LOL. I hope that some of you try some of that stuff and tell me about it :).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still can't comment, FYI >:(.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-33789311813219859262011-06-12T22:24:00.000-07:002011-06-12T22:24:48.531-07:00Chapter 15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcyPmAFOzzbueAuCOs8OjLAh5nKnsQYOl3f4_dnMPdpc9vW5J9Qzw6cAlaD5S6c3x_dhw0SNK8G6oqFOp1f688iSS8GqZz75u0LNoFoLBFEJYtmSDHDGAHALLNMNaumKaViqVw8c7Tnw/s1600/Screenshot-433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcyPmAFOzzbueAuCOs8OjLAh5nKnsQYOl3f4_dnMPdpc9vW5J9Qzw6cAlaD5S6c3x_dhw0SNK8G6oqFOp1f688iSS8GqZz75u0LNoFoLBFEJYtmSDHDGAHALLNMNaumKaViqVw8c7Tnw/s640/Screenshot-433.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have noticed lately that the new cashier-Cassandra (she's the type where she wants you to call by her full name), has had her eye on me. Every day when I'd come in to get some new equiptment to sell, I'd see her looking at me. I'm the type of guy who needs barely any clues at all to get it: 'yeah, that girl likes me.' We've already gone through that I'm no normal guy, so hopefully this comes to no surprise to you. I do have issues igniting a convo with girls, but it doesn't mean I don't notice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, one day after work, as I was heading to go home, she comes up to me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwK9vVAB8BAJZx8u03E8snETLvECvoAfiFH2JhZKS79KaBMpuTlEhw1BnbxN31FeOVbUHaOHFw3mXoIuf18TZkZ7lzvkNM22BuNYV6o34UE7p8zQBLAwvwWkZRF7ZU1-n69zt3Sw05dHM/s1600/Screenshot-434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwK9vVAB8BAJZx8u03E8snETLvECvoAfiFH2JhZKS79KaBMpuTlEhw1BnbxN31FeOVbUHaOHFw3mXoIuf18TZkZ7lzvkNM22BuNYV6o34UE7p8zQBLAwvwWkZRF7ZU1-n69zt3Sw05dHM/s640/Screenshot-434.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So-erm...Alex. Alex, how was your day today? Mine was good except when one lady brought in coffee and a dog-I could've sworn she was insane. Then she spilled her coffee on a guitar and the dog peed on it. She said it was because she thought it smelled good-aparently he loves coffee. And then I had to get Mr. Simmons over-cause she wasn't listening. She wouldn't pay for it. I don't know exactly what happened-then she left." She blushed big. She is so nervous talking to me, aparently-babbling and everything. "And you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it was only okay, that is until you walked over here. You are a burst of sunshine."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, Marshall and Jeff have been trying to teach me to pick up women. But I never really get a 'chance' to talk to any (that's just my excuse for being too nervous to confront anyone), so I'd say that their skills are being wasted. But, being the girl pick-uppers that they are, wouldn't hear it. Their best friend will get one sooner or later. More like later-or at least that's what I've been thinking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But now-now I have an excuse. It's the confrontation that matters, right? And-since I don't have to do that and I know that she likes me-I'm good. And yet that also makes it more complicated. Now I can't mess up. Oh dear llama.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The difference of me between Marshall and Jeff, though (along with many other things), is that my pick up line didn't sound nearly as good and confident as the way they say it, so I just looked at the floor. Not blushing-because I'm not <em>that </em>nervous. It's just Cassandra-it's just Cassandra.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yeah, yeah. That's right. It's just Cassandra. I'm cool, this is cool. I'm all good.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though I felt like a dork, she did light up like sunshine. Then she blurted out: "Wannagotoaconcertwithmetonight?" Yeah, she said it really fast her words almost collided together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my llama! A girl just asked me out. A girl just asked me out! And she's not a psychopath or anorexic!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, the joys of being me. <em>For now.</em> Marshall and Jeff say that girls never ask the guys out! They can be so old fashioned sometimes. But only with girls, really....Sexist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, sure that sounds great."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Cool-pick me up at seven. You'll have to drive an hour to get to it. Don't worry, I'll have the directions!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alright, see you then."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Alex, you just landed a date. Your first official date!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got home, I started to embarrass myself from my giddiness. I must've been staring at myself for hours in the mirror, repeating to myself "now, who da man? You da man."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not to mention, I did a bunch of freaky hand gestures and poses to myself. I was a circuis show with no crowd (and thank llama for that!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall let me wear his jacket for our date since he thought that I should dress up, but not too much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"First dates are when the girl is staring at you, and checking you out. You need to look your best-but you don't want to look like you're trying too hard. Just put this on and some jeans."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I did.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqx8wm9bIgdZ2q5xDIHF9rM47H8cfx-AABRsdqTDhaxO6wO-ZZqm2GkhvF2o57NtgAcj2wY1L0mnxzxKwD_MwT3bZ-Hqm-6B_r5kDvAlPF0CHTNpgn_0vP_kyoRuh2HrGZqRUTqplpE8/s1600/Screenshot-597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqx8wm9bIgdZ2q5xDIHF9rM47H8cfx-AABRsdqTDhaxO6wO-ZZqm2GkhvF2o57NtgAcj2wY1L0mnxzxKwD_MwT3bZ-Hqm-6B_r5kDvAlPF0CHTNpgn_0vP_kyoRuh2HrGZqRUTqplpE8/s640/Screenshot-597.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later, I arrived at her house precisely at seven (I'm just cool like dat).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a humble northwood-ish cabin house. Naturally, I went with my job's frame of mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What does that mean, then, according to this house, what Cassandra's personality is?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first thing that came to mind was the obvious: she is an outdoor-sy type person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Hmm, could be true.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe she also likes the cold, since it's freezing in the northwoods, but really only someone like me would think of that. There's no way I could really tell anyway-cause it's July!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, chances are this stereotype is wrong. Only in my own little strange mind do these stereotypes ever prove to exist. It's just that there's always <em>one </em>person that it is true for. I just can't help but to think about it! It's in my own, messed up nature. My strange, strange nature.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaufewsP_1xSt45TAGiTG-7Z-jl7awyiJ7hCC1YVAf4FOuDPETAjio58GYPXE7hLLQv4-eiqbigauTrKN6XlMVb9ZdTsyfsc-YkmyBlmDhnSn3eMgAVehBM9onOQh_lNV6cuxmRrORlI/s1600/Screenshot-596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaufewsP_1xSt45TAGiTG-7Z-jl7awyiJ7hCC1YVAf4FOuDPETAjio58GYPXE7hLLQv4-eiqbigauTrKN6XlMVb9ZdTsyfsc-YkmyBlmDhnSn3eMgAVehBM9onOQh_lNV6cuxmRrORlI/s640/Screenshot-596.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I rang the door and she strolled out, I didn't see the "hot librarian" anymore (that's what I always think of her as. Her glasses, and her clothes...just remind me of a librarian. But she has such nice hair and makeup, and the clothes just work for her-hot librarian). She looked hot in her little red dress.<br />
But I could tell that she was nervous to tears-bless her. We are alike in our shyness, yet not at the same time. I'm both and neither...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Anyway</em>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey handsome! Let's get going. We don't want to be late."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, the librarian speaks again- the 'we need to be on time and I don't want us to be late even if you're perfectly on time' situation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, of course. Let's go."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While we were driving, she was fiddling with the maps she brought. I really should just get around to asking mom and dad-or uncle Otto (the best uncle ever) to buy me a GPS since I'm too poor to buy one for myself. But for now, I'm stuck with old fashioned maps. Annoying maps. She was having issues using it, and I was starting to "panic myself up". So, we basically had no time to small talk. It was all her fumbling with the map and telling me which way to go, figuring out how long that would be, and me just concentrating on the road. I have no idea where this concert was going to be taking place or anything. I don't know, it was some random town that I've only heard of.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCPEoNoNHrJ4PFVHtTQ3C56evKUzoI88iMjy-IFTLu2v0A9fNz9JycZ99qb__5lT-tzGXGsh19V80m4C_uLUeo0Zf_J5pAc8AXK7vQQXMXVXuo0FztqnA4WEzB-KpyQFx1YgbKcUatjI/s1600/Screenshot-505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCPEoNoNHrJ4PFVHtTQ3C56evKUzoI88iMjy-IFTLu2v0A9fNz9JycZ99qb__5lT-tzGXGsh19V80m4C_uLUeo0Zf_J5pAc8AXK7vQQXMXVXuo0FztqnA4WEzB-KpyQFx1YgbKcUatjI/s640/Screenshot-505.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was pretty obvious where it was when we neared the concert. There were spotlights shooting up in the sky, and there were big tv screens, and it was just beautiful. I'm not really the type to go to concerts-and I didn't think that Cassandra was (what type of a hot librarian goes to concerts?). It was also a little weird that she invited me the day of to go to a concert. Aparently she just had tickets sitting around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh, she was probably just nervous and bought them a while ago, and just got up the nerves to ask me. OR MAYBE...maybe her best friend died and she decided 'hey, why not go with that cute guy from work?'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There goes me, jumping to conclusions. But only in my head. I was sure it was the first one.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_EAsiLAkX31vzA9OuqzxLtYmupz8EB0-cOovdA2PN0CQAdq2e2RCzM7HcYzFrY_oEDjtO3zgdADAiP0_VIp4mWgItDsrPT7WvsiMpZj6o4wBUZCgkSSBg_hPPqy7Hae787C-We2264A/s1600/Screenshot-588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_EAsiLAkX31vzA9OuqzxLtYmupz8EB0-cOovdA2PN0CQAdq2e2RCzM7HcYzFrY_oEDjtO3zgdADAiP0_VIp4mWgItDsrPT7WvsiMpZj6o4wBUZCgkSSBg_hPPqy7Hae787C-We2264A/s640/Screenshot-588.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we got there, there was a good number of people.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1Aid4BxBahu9LXDQ67mzxYlbYdyxA6aHArk2ptk0TaF7aykPxpP2_MjMYkLgs2HvGv2PXhK_jkZ6YestMJzXEbNI4aqvUmeEKmG0hj3UV3bv8hKnCVeuz-zRz6Q3ZMXkQ7SPs917XQc/s1600/Screenshot-589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1Aid4BxBahu9LXDQ67mzxYlbYdyxA6aHArk2ptk0TaF7aykPxpP2_MjMYkLgs2HvGv2PXhK_jkZ6YestMJzXEbNI4aqvUmeEKmG0hj3UV3bv8hKnCVeuz-zRz6Q3ZMXkQ7SPs917XQc/s640/Screenshot-589.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Normally, small talk is just a 'meh-ish' kind of thing for me, but we actually could go right on to the 'real talk'-if that applies. Because we're at a rock band...and I knew nothing about it. I'm not really a music person. Sure I listen to the radio now and then, but I'm not "music savvy."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, who is playing tonight?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"They're called Victory to the Downtrodden. They're a really cool band."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I never thought that you were into rock music..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>...Because you always have reminded me of a hot librarian. The type of chick that sits at home reading a good romance on a Saturday night.</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, underneath this shy girl exterior is a girl with an edge. But it's not like I'm obsessed with them. They're just one of the bands I listen to."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2VQc3L5seJamWbCHtMB-b87i6M2arMWFQF_rerVLIcinbBr7Mr5SyBwWXiIWwOoibOE20akO-sCStjr6zLjlwjfFJs33dkj0pehEubfEj5UrPR2ktAC66ZmiwwjcRT9i58K1ODQuwE0/s1600/Screenshot-591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2VQc3L5seJamWbCHtMB-b87i6M2arMWFQF_rerVLIcinbBr7Mr5SyBwWXiIWwOoibOE20akO-sCStjr6zLjlwjfFJs33dkj0pehEubfEj5UrPR2ktAC66ZmiwwjcRT9i58K1ODQuwE0/s640/Screenshot-591.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon, the whole band came out. They really were a rock band. I could tell because I would never wear the clothes the guys wore, and I never see girls in the outifts that the girls wore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The music blared so loud, I wished I brought earplugs. The tune was exhilerating, but the lyrics were strange.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"This is one of my favorite songs of theirs! It's called "Eaten by the Devil."" Somehow, hot librian had a very loud voice that I could hear over the blaring music. Granted she was right beside me screaming in my ear, but still.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>"There are many people in this world</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>that get eaten by the devil</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>those are the weak</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>but the strong are the ones that <strong>overcome</strong></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>the weak</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>the weak just get smooshed to the edge of life-</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>of society</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And we are the strong we are the strong!..."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lyrics were hard, the lyrics were strange. But somehow the hard bass (that echoed the whole place, I swear it), drew me in.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMFPB4-KI0D3WuVHOytHkcdRgbDrrikeHThBxhVyHex8X6xFACCJjD5hFsdOeoc6dLKGJO4i2aG6Ry1cJVM8FrERaZKViGz8WMP3bvimsT09Vn03EBGtSKD9ZK5oMHffXOzrDY0cgf-s/s1600/Screenshot-590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMFPB4-KI0D3WuVHOytHkcdRgbDrrikeHThBxhVyHex8X6xFACCJjD5hFsdOeoc6dLKGJO4i2aG6Ry1cJVM8FrERaZKViGz8WMP3bvimsT09Vn03EBGtSKD9ZK5oMHffXOzrDY0cgf-s/s640/Screenshot-590.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I took a closer look at the bass player and guitar player as Cassandra told me about them.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"The bass player's name is Viper. You may not think so by the name, but he's a sweetie! He always seems so-so <em>mature </em>in interviews. And the guitarist is named Fushcia Fusion. She is okay. She always says the wrong things when she's interviewed. I don't think what she says is always appropriate, but maybe that's just me."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWb87rnOh6iQye-yJ1LKuOeo0nL2NbpLughRXSTEvItzpeUkAgXATliF8u4si8ba39tF1Xa6MJOXbRqguJGUdbalH8y8Z6iphI50G6_rqBi54gwo-0zRT_9rdNxe267BjgNN_O33Q-2I/s1600/Screenshot-592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWb87rnOh6iQye-yJ1LKuOeo0nL2NbpLughRXSTEvItzpeUkAgXATliF8u4si8ba39tF1Xa6MJOXbRqguJGUdbalH8y8Z6iphI50G6_rqBi54gwo-0zRT_9rdNxe267BjgNN_O33Q-2I/s640/Screenshot-592.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I looked at the keyboard player and drummer.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"The keyboard player's name is Razor. She throws really cool parties-at least that's what I heard. But she's a total slut! I don't really like her. And the drummer's name is Trenton. Everyone always calls him that because he hates his real name which is Bob. Ha! He has anger issues though. So he really is fit for the drums, am I right?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"So what's with the tatoos on their chests? Do they all have that?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh! Yeah, they all do. It's the band's symbol. Cool huh?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgEZ42f4T8ehks6tlk5vDl63sUB1Uch88HSWoG20VEaHks7CSaHOBSW9qg4iCEvJguuSmMrAz3RJEgPB4V4WEGoWfXzq6FrJWZ0VAkKruCfJdSuN-W2RT6ewB5TKpGEqqoJbUan-HX9g/s1600/Screenshot-593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgEZ42f4T8ehks6tlk5vDl63sUB1Uch88HSWoG20VEaHks7CSaHOBSW9qg4iCEvJguuSmMrAz3RJEgPB4V4WEGoWfXzq6FrJWZ0VAkKruCfJdSuN-W2RT6ewB5TKpGEqqoJbUan-HX9g/s640/Screenshot-593.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"The singer, Zeus Thunder was the one that started it. Before they even started the band, he got that as his tatoo, and when he started the band, they all decided that that would be their logo! It's totally brilliant."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, that's cool! You don't see bands doing that everyday."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"No you do not."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The songs throughout the concert were all similar in nature. The words devil, fire, hell, the end of the world were all phrases and words used heavily. By the end of it, I was really sick of "Victory to the Downtrodden." No way was I going to go to a concert for them again. It's not that it was bad, but I guess hard rock just really isn't my thing.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-NRh9w9zLWpjbzTA2jlW1ScdoQ_rjscrGDN76byVynS9ympC6Niy9lcDvSaONGvu0kn404iHQMw_OS9kgraD7-om4rY4miqKyLMkd6HG-sjH4LmIbmve-nIfzo8zCrvBq6yPHWuFTKk/s1600/Screenshot-594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-NRh9w9zLWpjbzTA2jlW1ScdoQ_rjscrGDN76byVynS9ympC6Niy9lcDvSaONGvu0kn404iHQMw_OS9kgraD7-om4rY4miqKyLMkd6HG-sjH4LmIbmve-nIfzo8zCrvBq6yPHWuFTKk/s640/Screenshot-594.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">While leaving, there was less fiddling with the map (thank god), but more talk of the band. She kept going on and on about everything there was to know about them. Um, yeah, she isn't a casul listener like she implied. She is an obsessed wannabe.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Maybe she isn't such a librarian as I thought...</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But really, who ever lives up to stereotypes anyway?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When I arrived at her house, I thought I would just have to walk her to the door like a good guy is supposed to. But, lucky for me, I was spared from having to do that.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When we arrived at her house, she hopped out. "Bye Alex! Thanks for the ride. This was fun. I have to go to sleep. I am so tired!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So is she a party animal or is she not?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She is obsessed with a rock band, speaking about them nonstop. <em>Yes.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Is shy at times (yet still blabs awkwardly at other times), is afraid of not being prompt, has an early bed time (as far as coming home from concerts go with a guy dropping her off at home). <em>No.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, real life is full of contradictions.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured I might as well go to bed too.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJHj_Fgq-eTthnJUSoTvKgq6S7O-POi_SJprIxbpkGdJ95c7RwEW4ujB9Ab6NN1yFafGumaznmw7bPBG4LwzhHOAGcbaXetCRvGd1z6UEI72qmuF2v6Eg0D0bOZw_rboyNvNsUhTjLAo/s1600/Screenshot-602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJHj_Fgq-eTthnJUSoTvKgq6S7O-POi_SJprIxbpkGdJ95c7RwEW4ujB9Ab6NN1yFafGumaznmw7bPBG4LwzhHOAGcbaXetCRvGd1z6UEI72qmuF2v6Eg0D0bOZw_rboyNvNsUhTjLAo/s640/Screenshot-602.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was with a girl, and she was beautiful. She was skinny, but not so skinny, with gorgeous light brown hair, with a nice girly outfit without overdoing it. I wasn't really looking at her face, but her lips were lucious.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9DqK6OwZRH-NCMiw5AlZhRlNPaLxTl9LAPcs21_B3SimUJi-u_X3dpHjriw-Kyhh-b8hkgJ6sLx5MG5oYvrlkMSqteN1_sVEZf-EJHson7x3UxuH4sQZ-lAsuDIvdYFQB0xMiAhFdVo/s1600/Screenshot-598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9DqK6OwZRH-NCMiw5AlZhRlNPaLxTl9LAPcs21_B3SimUJi-u_X3dpHjriw-Kyhh-b8hkgJ6sLx5MG5oYvrlkMSqteN1_sVEZf-EJHson7x3UxuH4sQZ-lAsuDIvdYFQB0xMiAhFdVo/s640/Screenshot-598.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We started staring at a painting. Aparently we were in an art mueseum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, if you're not careful you're going to become like those lit trees in the background. You gotta do something with your life. Be like a deer and run away from it all."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0IQtQbsz8YMP-8Pm5tP92TSNqfQvuXVLwDNcbITIabdz388Xmi-Mh71dSBZj1a3upgoC-8fYXgEr9Ltw84qME9p6c5OevFkmlHyq9kwiWfCZfflFtUYj3ssGqAQOzJrhwk-fbqwwWvY/s1600/Screenshot-599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0IQtQbsz8YMP-8Pm5tP92TSNqfQvuXVLwDNcbITIabdz388Xmi-Mh71dSBZj1a3upgoC-8fYXgEr9Ltw84qME9p6c5OevFkmlHyq9kwiWfCZfflFtUYj3ssGqAQOzJrhwk-fbqwwWvY/s640/Screenshot-599.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we were looking at another painting. Confidence rolled up in my veins, and I put my arm around her, and she put hers around me. I just felt like concentrating on the warmth I felt from holding her, and I listened to her in a daze.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm so glad you never got into sports, Alex. Sports are so cliche."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTGUDuJyeyBsEab8s1-2nKFaHbphIiO87SGiYPJlBnKjJSHqElizZBEgICgMzpmOo4BANqa1i18tWg4_JahnDxCxFP_QaXDx_ER74ybB3OyLV35Cn5FguBURL_rrKkX5Vgtbmg7rQE8Y/s1600/Screenshot-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTGUDuJyeyBsEab8s1-2nKFaHbphIiO87SGiYPJlBnKjJSHqElizZBEgICgMzpmOo4BANqa1i18tWg4_JahnDxCxFP_QaXDx_ER74ybB3OyLV35Cn5FguBURL_rrKkX5Vgtbmg7rQE8Y/s640/Screenshot-600.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we were staring at a painting of a beautiful yet chilling woman.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Does this woman remind you of anyone, Alex?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And of course it did. Marina-or whatever her name was. Her skin was a similar color, but not quite so pale. I then felt the same way I did seeing that painting as when I saw her like a vampire for the first time. Such chills, such chills it made me freezing. But the girl wrapped me up in her arms. I felt warm where ever she was touching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"There there, Alex, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel that way."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVcD5krl2mivGDe7-0uLgpLb7Sj7d-vRhueVMeVxQied_j5crNrHCwK7tH-5mE4pJnJd0sMXTek534P3vrcEA1QQzGrjrHODPZPG5neUWXxrMVIVlm_mNDZqSrUJd2M62hpJ5-5zuCuY/s1600/Screenshot-601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVcD5krl2mivGDe7-0uLgpLb7Sj7d-vRhueVMeVxQied_j5crNrHCwK7tH-5mE4pJnJd0sMXTek534P3vrcEA1QQzGrjrHODPZPG5neUWXxrMVIVlm_mNDZqSrUJd2M62hpJ5-5zuCuY/s640/Screenshot-601.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I freaked out when I looked in the mirror. I was a girl-and the girl was no longer a girl...but a guy. But what was even creepier was that I found him....I found him <em>attractive. </em>But then I looked at myself and I was attracted to my female version.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Just look at my volumptious cleavage!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But staring at me and him creeped me out. Especially my being attracted to him. <em>No, no. I am perfectly straight! I am not gay, I do not find him attractive!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But the more I tried to convince myself of that, the more I looked. And the more I looked the more I was attracted to him. Even creepier-I wanted to kiss him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then it all became so confusing for me-and I woke up.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWOqzRt0fEuVzqgwL8gOfihrH2PoSLIOPAbvNdHGYyRFFKcZeWLDmkxTeUvr1-quPAnJaZY5bYOq-6MT8gYR6JGbsC-XtnnKuRRaQ-E7GZNHG-QzMffC-s8pgVks9L5jVJiNEEhPK7e8/s1600/Screenshot-603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWOqzRt0fEuVzqgwL8gOfihrH2PoSLIOPAbvNdHGYyRFFKcZeWLDmkxTeUvr1-quPAnJaZY5bYOq-6MT8gYR6JGbsC-XtnnKuRRaQ-E7GZNHG-QzMffC-s8pgVks9L5jVJiNEEhPK7e8/s640/Screenshot-603.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Most disturbing dream ever.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upon waking, I realized that the lady that turned into a guy...his clothes looked exactly like Viper's did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But I didn't find him attractive. At least not in a gayish sense, right?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just brushed off that thought. It was a dream, playing tricks on me. I can't truly think for myself in dreams, so of course my self consious was making me think that. It was just a dream, truly random dream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But really, it wasn't so random. Another fling with a girl, and it didn't work out. If this happens again, I'm going to just blow up! Is it so much to ask to find a girl that I'm compatible with? If only...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>If only..</em></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-16425475936018195362011-06-06T22:28:00.000-07:002011-06-07T07:08:46.144-07:00Chapter 14<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I appreciate all the comments I got last chapter guys, keep em coming! I still can't reply to them, so let me do this here...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">@vampire comment- I'm glad that you guys weren't expecting her to be a vampire!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I use the club crymson body skin for the guys, peggy body skins for the girls, and Ephemera default faces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter :).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIPXA025DTp1gLi5spzzemBNIo74x78SlUBVmMbDylMfamRrZGWFQuf4R9NxSCtr20gqkolC6TvYbmfOyFCC5TpNoc3jz0ATQrA_2aZqfYF9s3PKamYodxCOR4NInkWjljQ4ngxpT0G8/s1600/Screenshot-397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIPXA025DTp1gLi5spzzemBNIo74x78SlUBVmMbDylMfamRrZGWFQuf4R9NxSCtr20gqkolC6TvYbmfOyFCC5TpNoc3jz0ATQrA_2aZqfYF9s3PKamYodxCOR4NInkWjljQ4ngxpT0G8/s640/Screenshot-397.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up, and I noticed my reflection in a giant mirror. Then, out of the corner of the eye, I saw other me standing, looking at nothing particular. Well, he certainly wasn't staring at me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got up to observe the strange mirror.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Why don't I remember putting in a mirror?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Huh. I couldn't come up with an answer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ah, well, Marshall or Jeff must have done it without my noticing</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, <em>right</em>.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLIXhSD2snFNoLJ-5Uz_F2Z7rYb0qF2p8o8Nx1cKpwdtcHZvT9RBmlGR1JJLb5pcPAVK0obf6-YVrkiWziIGLMM0IHCPhIXl-99U2T2ZcljPg2Rrc77Ed9nIrXZ4_b8v_RQFmEif-5d4/s1600/Screenshot-398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLIXhSD2snFNoLJ-5Uz_F2Z7rYb0qF2p8o8Nx1cKpwdtcHZvT9RBmlGR1JJLb5pcPAVK0obf6-YVrkiWziIGLMM0IHCPhIXl-99U2T2ZcljPg2Rrc77Ed9nIrXZ4_b8v_RQFmEif-5d4/s640/Screenshot-398.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that I gained some weight and I was lacking muscle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh great, I should really start to excercise more with Jeff and Marshall...no way do I want to look like THIS.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I touched my belly in disgust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I blinked.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcil4VidM3MJTvMEEHZayBFcmXHBCqtQaEH-K_m2Z8m_28q2HIl7DLE7PwT6R7Jn8Lps4bU16RDVZMJAEcIQmLlogMOgL3zWEiTKbrbh_5Lx57rKpcv3NB0FAcZU6z7hjm0t_d4Dasrw/s1600/Screenshot-399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcil4VidM3MJTvMEEHZayBFcmXHBCqtQaEH-K_m2Z8m_28q2HIl7DLE7PwT6R7Jn8Lps4bU16RDVZMJAEcIQmLlogMOgL3zWEiTKbrbh_5Lx57rKpcv3NB0FAcZU6z7hjm0t_d4Dasrw/s640/Screenshot-399.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I opened my eyes, and I realized that I gained even more weight than I realized. I didn't even want to look at myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>OH NO! I didn't realize it was so bad. Gah, I don't even like salad...but salad I will have to eat! And, oh, maybe I should do something more than speed walk on a treadmill. Run it?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I shivered at that thought. Running and me are like Marshall and Jeff not having girlfriends.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3xiKuE17W7SABQbjo5ZPQqNgUed0NTRuZrhMfGOfxuMiNYf1cdZYVaIMoEjBI5wFDyq9HpYsOnQoVSRb7Yz9hLnvgXWgM8j8y_JR2tXu3hLQd49HGQrqGZvobjNZYdsQcVd5T5CUvlA/s1600/Screenshot-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3xiKuE17W7SABQbjo5ZPQqNgUed0NTRuZrhMfGOfxuMiNYf1cdZYVaIMoEjBI5wFDyq9HpYsOnQoVSRb7Yz9hLnvgXWgM8j8y_JR2tXu3hLQd49HGQrqGZvobjNZYdsQcVd5T5CUvlA/s640/Screenshot-400.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I saw other me coming through the mirror. His foot looked quite eery from the mirror's reflection. Not to mention it was strange simply to see him walking through walls-well, a mirror. Close enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No, no, no, Alex. You are fine."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7mkPW2Dju6dpOOHMPBxbF0kHVR6ZdynHjQzF9iA1LlYyfAvkzf5zACEQHP4fFhGGn6kKbdr9rnDJinRpIq1jnG0brmi0VlmmyyhWJAI7U0esxUcFM1ykR56hYOFEolNc4gcqSHlCMpY/s1600/Screenshot-409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7mkPW2Dju6dpOOHMPBxbF0kHVR6ZdynHjQzF9iA1LlYyfAvkzf5zACEQHP4fFhGGn6kKbdr9rnDJinRpIq1jnG0brmi0VlmmyyhWJAI7U0esxUcFM1ykR56hYOFEolNc4gcqSHlCMpY/s640/Screenshot-409.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um, what?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still get the chills when I see my other self.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You are still dreaming, Alex. This is a false awakening. You see yourself in the mirror, Alex? You're not really fat in real life. That's you, right?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um...well, yeah..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes. Well that image to you is what I am to you. We appear to be exactly the same. But there is one very important difference."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My eyes widened. So, now I'm still in another dream and other me is trying to philosophisize about my <em>reflection in a dang mirror</em>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The difference is I am real, unlike that reflection of yourself, I am real, I am not just some character in a dream, Alex. But, I am a reflection of you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was racking my brain trying to understand, but if I tried too hard everything started to go black. I couldn't. I had to keep hold of the dream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's ok, Alex. Just think about it when you wake up. <em>And whatever you do, DON'T forget about this conversation."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Note to self: remember what he said throughout the rest of this dream.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I heard his thought: <em>'good. This is important.'</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFa3et3_P2aKpcQIrxT7kI825TVvrDj8zQdAV5KMxA6xG-dYsekigqkMZZKcNtbmVxluEg32fCckO-qQSo-5g6Uf2tsFYNbMLIrjM1ngcHIETi8x7gbOgvSWTF8ir7N_CUjaOJ_9okMk/s1600/Screenshot-413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFa3et3_P2aKpcQIrxT7kI825TVvrDj8zQdAV5KMxA6xG-dYsekigqkMZZKcNtbmVxluEg32fCckO-qQSo-5g6Uf2tsFYNbMLIrjM1ngcHIETi8x7gbOgvSWTF8ir7N_CUjaOJ_9okMk/s640/Screenshot-413.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I started to walk away. 'I' dissolved into myself and walked out of the room. In passing, I noticed laundry on the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Really, Suzy is a crappy butler. When is she ever going to do the washing?</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKxM2Uqyy30jpZEV7MdwveRlFm_Dnrb02BMk9las0T7VmPKszE0_M4ULV1XZ6f9SJPMJBLqI3Dhn72KsJFw-E31sOe9fYFF88ht2m8GL77hBCDHLUGDO9JQ4ro29HcX__nlV6hy0JVA8/s1600/Screenshot-414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKxM2Uqyy30jpZEV7MdwveRlFm_Dnrb02BMk9las0T7VmPKszE0_M4ULV1XZ6f9SJPMJBLqI3Dhn72KsJFw-E31sOe9fYFF88ht2m8GL77hBCDHLUGDO9JQ4ro29HcX__nlV6hy0JVA8/s640/Screenshot-414.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Outside my bedroom, I saw a plate. Not just any plate either. Green fumes were coming off the plate, and it smelled like dead fish.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And, why do we need Suzy exactly? She fails at her job. Oh right-um...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I noticed the tortoise block stand. We never took it out-a few years ago, when we recently moved in, Marshall and Jeff tried to babysit to get us some extra money. They failed miserably. They aren't really kid people, or at least they were too young and irresponsible. The parents told us that the kids really like blocks, so we bought them. And that's because they made a mess around the house. But, they just used the blocks to throw them at Jeff and Marshall. It was pretty funny since I wasn't apart of it.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxsAZnKDyv4kF6MyDRNTykK7wtT4qkk5-EsPKhtZHryGvXikbZNg4gLAdxLqbI7kWwkrco18YxfRRwKSbV0-mcQJQl2x1xCA5H94fCBIC5VNRl_6-O2o0fxS1cIb3aGAkxp4V-FNdD7U/s1600/Screenshot-417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxsAZnKDyv4kF6MyDRNTykK7wtT4qkk5-EsPKhtZHryGvXikbZNg4gLAdxLqbI7kWwkrco18YxfRRwKSbV0-mcQJQl2x1xCA5H94fCBIC5VNRl_6-O2o0fxS1cIb3aGAkxp4V-FNdD7U/s640/Screenshot-417.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went downstairs and I decided to do what Lucid Girl has done before. But of course I adapt it to me with girls: I told myself that when I walked downstairs, a bunch of pretty girls would be there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Lucid Girl is just a girl of my dreams, so it doesn't really matter, right? I just want the sensation of kissing again. Nothing personal.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To my utter happiness, there were four girls when I arrived downstairs. I looked at them. One was muscular (in a creepy way), showing off that 'beautious stomach' and strange outfit. <em>No thank you.</em> Another was fit for a day in the jungle with odd orange colored hair. <em>Ew, no.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at the girl directly in front of me. She was hard to miss. She had some gorgeous waves and bright red lips.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nKq7ka1rLgUSfzZwRmYTNJwgVR1a6yvT2aGrUYvlEUC6fVA1e0IKh2b2aMWwmBnaR5vqjqiqb43JFgIysaHTLAipTzrw_dSnNZ-GesWNP5aInptSOb79Il_5wx7KVJHLkahu2FIoB7c/s1600/Screenshot-418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nKq7ka1rLgUSfzZwRmYTNJwgVR1a6yvT2aGrUYvlEUC6fVA1e0IKh2b2aMWwmBnaR5vqjqiqb43JFgIysaHTLAipTzrw_dSnNZ-GesWNP5aInptSOb79Il_5wx7KVJHLkahu2FIoB7c/s640/Screenshot-418.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But when I studied her nose from the side, it was really hideous. For some reason a bird came to mind.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQXRIwbJDVx4kc0R_ci4RU-oz4cMK2I5RwfqksTyAE2q5uJS6d8wuH-vU_QrZxUFZ3C4Zqgu8ajm_6kGgbFxoh4ZkkUf-rjgkHF1oOWz3_TPIeTyBrSRnrpM75t-7EcEMsfn3MraUojg/s1600/Screenshot-419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQXRIwbJDVx4kc0R_ci4RU-oz4cMK2I5RwfqksTyAE2q5uJS6d8wuH-vU_QrZxUFZ3C4Zqgu8ajm_6kGgbFxoh4ZkkUf-rjgkHF1oOWz3_TPIeTyBrSRnrpM75t-7EcEMsfn3MraUojg/s640/Screenshot-419.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I saw a girl I missed. She was really pretty with a normal look to her. But I didn't really care <em>that </em>much. In fact, it was like I only noticed her appearance from the corner of my eye. I just wanted to kiss her, that's all.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFwzQtzbtOliV2PjO1AxiSkFnOr7a_HtsG1_mLdP6AxIDu52RIS6dX-UnH6zqk1z3l1dGuITKoVx3jUNU8xNiMp-QRvLqc9vDuHr6fSHZaU_vT7_AOK2uU5Vjrp-QtaaL1Cj3wPGO-tI/s1600/Screenshot-420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFwzQtzbtOliV2PjO1AxiSkFnOr7a_HtsG1_mLdP6AxIDu52RIS6dX-UnH6zqk1z3l1dGuITKoVx3jUNU8xNiMp-QRvLqc9vDuHr6fSHZaU_vT7_AOK2uU5Vjrp-QtaaL1Cj3wPGO-tI/s640/Screenshot-420.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasted no time. I planted one on her without letting her say no. It's my dream. She'll do what I want her to! I didn't even care that the other girls were still there. Why should I be self consious in my own dream?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The kiss made me dizzy. It was really tingly. Unfortuanatly, I couldn't hold onto the dream any longer. But I loved the sensation of butterflies in my stomach.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8ljBuCT7gLy2P5vd2JqekilENMvK2jOifirWluYIZehSZgkw1RgSMviTDptj3uesAIjLfwXnp_ni8bCXCmIGaLhgNojBugpzq8tsmzPI9GAHBl7nWvAAJ4Iamja9S-rxtZXU_WSPGxg/s1600/Screenshot-421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8ljBuCT7gLy2P5vd2JqekilENMvK2jOifirWluYIZehSZgkw1RgSMviTDptj3uesAIjLfwXnp_ni8bCXCmIGaLhgNojBugpzq8tsmzPI9GAHBl7nWvAAJ4Iamja9S-rxtZXU_WSPGxg/s640/Screenshot-421.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I woke up, I was just glad to be at a normal weight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Maybe I</em> should <em>go to the gym more often again...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That dream with Marina really was creepy, thank gosh Lucid Girl could save me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ah, Lucid Girl.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And, even in my lucid dreams this morning, other me insisted on being there and lecturing me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I have a very creative mind, that's for sure!</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And for some reason, I even believed him in my dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Pch, goes to show just how irrational you can be in dreams, even in ones that are lucid.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAvlORstb8K3QqMaxCOV953qDIPY0HmdeL5vIcevXELMFcAgVH3kFLNlWuNPgiFG0WS1r0RXepinNJXqIKFJr66UshK0a9-NZunSbZo4kcayK2hahVu3sy_nORadCO1tFN4OOHGaj8pE/s1600/Screenshot-422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAvlORstb8K3QqMaxCOV953qDIPY0HmdeL5vIcevXELMFcAgVH3kFLNlWuNPgiFG0WS1r0RXepinNJXqIKFJr66UshK0a9-NZunSbZo4kcayK2hahVu3sy_nORadCO1tFN4OOHGaj8pE/s640/Screenshot-422.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided to call the only person I knew who I could talk to that takes me seriously.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, grandpa this is Alex. Could you guys please stop by my house soon? It's sort of important."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wanted to somehow 'convieniently talk' about that girl Marina. Like, I would go alone to some public place and they would watch me while hiding or something. Marina isn't <em>that</em> smart, is she? Surely she would grab the bait! Then I would scream at her again, and leave and I could follow her home again. Or maybe I could just chance it and stalk her house with them? Then they could see how strange she is, and, I don't know, help me somehow? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not sure why, but I felt like I could trust them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, that would be lovely Alex. But I'll have to get approved first."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stupid nursing home and its rules.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you okay Alex, you sound a bit-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, I"m fine. Hope to see you soon! Bye grandpa."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Okay-see you later Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really want to wait to tell both of them what's wrong, and it would be impossible to believe over the phone. '<em>Hey grandpa? Yeah I called to tell you that there is this vampire lady named Marina-or at least that's what she calls herself- that is stalking me. She always 'surprisinly bumps into me' when I'm alone in public. Then, she gets me to like her only when I see her. But then when she tries to kiss me, I somehow am able to back away.' </em>Yeah, they would believe<em> that</em>. Besides. I didn't feel like talking about it really...I'll do it when I have to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG43ARydc31TuFkMIkYXY-plre8RJ83zXAp1-v0O6-7FUrjuYIo4zb7l57HpZh-IMWG_k5JsHVQkUzSiJsoWO9UM1W2NkROhftiIg7nTCbgE02PHFb2wMsa-5KQSk-4Uf5kzlsDCX1D8o/s1600/Screenshot-427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG43ARydc31TuFkMIkYXY-plre8RJ83zXAp1-v0O6-7FUrjuYIo4zb7l57HpZh-IMWG_k5JsHVQkUzSiJsoWO9UM1W2NkROhftiIg7nTCbgE02PHFb2wMsa-5KQSk-4Uf5kzlsDCX1D8o/s640/Screenshot-427.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went downstairs and sat on a barstool. It was really weird to have Suzy cooking for us. I was able to wake up somewhat later, since I knew I wouldn't have to be in charge. Of anything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I am making you boys some mac 'n' cheese!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, actually it was 11:00. It's been a tiring night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I was thinking we could go swimming after I'm done with the rest of what's around the house. I just have to dust Marshall's room, and we can go."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't even care that Suzy crossed her employee bounds. We all like her a lot, and she knows it.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCg0gS1PRHAZyXbZqPeM06Se_9ofA1f_MKMEN1etkNLxh9wWyUOD49uZZyBXLOYZ7huMoqd-52dlrz3WfgzvYNHMJ3OLLncnH-UZyb_ovKM1SxzaD5tFrf2WNkVrPAVnvaYQalGMJNN4/s1600/Screenshot-428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCg0gS1PRHAZyXbZqPeM06Se_9ofA1f_MKMEN1etkNLxh9wWyUOD49uZZyBXLOYZ7huMoqd-52dlrz3WfgzvYNHMJ3OLLncnH-UZyb_ovKM1SxzaD5tFrf2WNkVrPAVnvaYQalGMJNN4/s640/Screenshot-428.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all sit in silence thinking of her suggestion, not knowing what to say. If we agree, <em>could that give her more oppurtunities to goof off and not work, or demand a raise or something?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While she gives me the last bowl, Marshall decides to speak for all of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, that would be great fun, great idea Suzy! Besides, Marshall and I broke up with our girlfriends last night."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why am I not surprised?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, what happened?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Eh, we just got bored of them. They were getting too clingy."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, we're so over them. Now it's time to let a couple of new lucky ladies some time with us-for their own happiness."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>We this, we that.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm surprised THEY aren't identical twins, or whatever other me and I are..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh, but silly me. That's just from my dreams...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Marshall, I told you so. You should've waited to milk out the relationship! That goes for you too Jeff. You guys COULD have chilled in the beginning to make that fruit tree so you could take more of its sweet fruit, but no. No one listens to Alex.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwt54ykLoJPi1m8D0enfaEXlNWLXNpHKT4K9Dus2LvEPyXcOlkzy2-2W5x2wJCoBkCyXA147b0a6bOljPCs9S7kgdF5Q5D9OLLv4UBvr7VpoAFUJt7if5bNmB9Fo62WzV6fGt05IUdla8/s1600/Screenshot-424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwt54ykLoJPi1m8D0enfaEXlNWLXNpHKT4K9Dus2LvEPyXcOlkzy2-2W5x2wJCoBkCyXA147b0a6bOljPCs9S7kgdF5Q5D9OLLv4UBvr7VpoAFUJt7if5bNmB9Fo62WzV6fGt05IUdla8/s640/Screenshot-424.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we were done changing an hour later and at the pool, Marshall and Jeff veered away from us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"See you guys later."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He winked at me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"We've got our eyes on something."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course. Newly broken up, and they're already after their next girls. But, at least they never cheat. They just forget all about the girls they dump, and go on to new ones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And yet, Marina will stil be on my back.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though plan 'not going alone anywhere in public' still stood, who knows when I'll break from that promise?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at Suzy, and Suzy looked at me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Jeff senses the chemistry between us. He didn't only want to leave to see those girls, but to leave us aone.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Win win.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BThiMTYecE5-nH02v_2sgxC-AcI_D2bL0vXLv3uUup6-9lXMKAL7Kt7aHgjGAildDBnUBnH_qTpmv-Lzr7BWFH1XhrIvBroD0-B1o1SgSJEpU1sG_V1u-SR7ECjS9Y2Gd4xf80s7DvQ/s1600/Screenshot-425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BThiMTYecE5-nH02v_2sgxC-AcI_D2bL0vXLv3uUup6-9lXMKAL7Kt7aHgjGAildDBnUBnH_qTpmv-Lzr7BWFH1XhrIvBroD0-B1o1SgSJEpU1sG_V1u-SR7ECjS9Y2Gd4xf80s7DvQ/s640/Screenshot-425.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We both walked over to this cute little glider. She crossed her legs and arms, and I put my arms awkwardly on my legs. Seeing her practically naked was making me feel a little dizzy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Not a sign of cellulose...at all.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again, I was glad that I wasn't super fat like in my dream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I just gotta keep up with it, that's all. Note to self: go to the gym later.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I realized that not only was I nervous, but so was Suzy. I caught her glancing at my abs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clearly, she liked me. It was now or never.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to put my arm around her and our lips almost met, but I convulsivly pulled away against my will.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>You don't REALLY like her. Don't do this to her.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My brain was having a thought that was not really mine.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNTbZnOitQaFBf-Ru9HPBD86hlOE_g2-jq4wmXSD6Qg8_Ck75FPTd-iT43uIlubSmoqbmrMvFWUEWlAvepVzUZpk8A4ZDM6JuVLsF9EzLESk4n5qKsXBSKGZ2syYipwryThzYX0IGHk8/s1600/Screenshot-426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNTbZnOitQaFBf-Ru9HPBD86hlOE_g2-jq4wmXSD6Qg8_Ck75FPTd-iT43uIlubSmoqbmrMvFWUEWlAvepVzUZpk8A4ZDM6JuVLsF9EzLESk4n5qKsXBSKGZ2syYipwryThzYX0IGHk8/s640/Screenshot-426.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just like with Marina, I left her. After that thought passed through my head, I didn't have the same feelings for her. But, I wasn't really repulsed like I was with Marina. Then, she was just my butler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sorry, I can't..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Suzy looked away, and I heard a small little sob, but I just couldn't do it. I didn't mean to make her sad, but I just... <em>couldn't</em>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I wondered: <em>why do I really like her? </em>We didn't really have that much in common. Besides being nice, there was nothing. She seemed like a completly normal person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And besides, I just can't do this to her.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And why was it that Lucid Girl popped into my head?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>NO. I can't have feelings for her-she's not really real...She's what I want in a girl. My brain made her up!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I realized why I liked Suzy. She reminded me of Lucid Girl so faintly-and that's just because I don't really know that many girls, I guess. She had her blonde hair color-but that's where all similarities stopped.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lucid Girl had curves where Suzy was stick flat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I glanced back at her, <em>how could I have liked HER figure?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I realized for the first time that she was as skinny as a stick. And not in a good way. I tried to remember a time I saw her eating, but I couldn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh llama, is she anorexic?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This girl is messed up. But not in the way I'm messed up-my self esteem is fine. I just want someone that gets me, that's all. I don't feel like I can truly open myself up to her, and I need a girl like that. I just haven't found her yet.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-48654926141413511032011-06-02T21:00:00.000-07:002011-06-03T07:03:38.533-07:00Chapter 13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpsbakimhbtafrySWBrz72wIoMTtbvz40lSL595UyNFEwLUjxeeOjXG_LVkWFHS3NS0SEEzxAVTjdcxCDyjwlSpP5zFWuXj3Aoji6EFx-odowfxYD2-98x6je2MXyQPzX4nKmJkI5q5E/s1600/Screenshot-314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpsbakimhbtafrySWBrz72wIoMTtbvz40lSL595UyNFEwLUjxeeOjXG_LVkWFHS3NS0SEEzxAVTjdcxCDyjwlSpP5zFWuXj3Aoji6EFx-odowfxYD2-98x6je2MXyQPzX4nKmJkI5q5E/s640/Screenshot-314.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After work one day, I went to the park. It was such a long day, and I decided it would be nice to people watch. Sometimes it's nice to see just how other people are. It makes me truly see how weird I am, but also I see the even stranger. Crowds are a strange thing, if a few families in a park could be considered a crowd.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sfsUndYYEd2x2sqs2JEOZEnZ9kDyXI4kuvFs-sJVEWapk3TWnyk6xo5oBxdC9aRKAm2BVd8DKiUGh7xlxGY7PataBKzjRbyel0V_-VcGog1TJI4tZl3q1PggoSZNQk94HDaVETXfE5s/s1600/Screenshot-315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sfsUndYYEd2x2sqs2JEOZEnZ9kDyXI4kuvFs-sJVEWapk3TWnyk6xo5oBxdC9aRKAm2BVd8DKiUGh7xlxGY7PataBKzjRbyel0V_-VcGog1TJI4tZl3q1PggoSZNQk94HDaVETXfE5s/s640/Screenshot-315.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then to my <em>complete </em>surprise, Marina turned up half an hour later. She's been really bugging me. I am alone in a public place, and eventually, she shows up. When will I learn and just go places with Marshall and Jeff? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I answered my own question. <em>Because I'm not quite like them. I like alone time, to sort through my thoughts.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, I don't think that when Marina is in the vicinity.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd1b-ShxhpXfISzGnaZt_ROEh7mVk1Upvj2iNr2FH-BEvZo5CfmuKCKuoeATC8OVfUL1NomJ1K2irqa2oLNYWfvwCXej6fOwkgltNU2QkdxpAHudSKGC7NZY9OyxDVAxnh7RISnO1tXk/s1600/Screenshot-316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd1b-ShxhpXfISzGnaZt_ROEh7mVk1Upvj2iNr2FH-BEvZo5CfmuKCKuoeATC8OVfUL1NomJ1K2irqa2oLNYWfvwCXej6fOwkgltNU2QkdxpAHudSKGC7NZY9OyxDVAxnh7RISnO1tXk/s640/Screenshot-316.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her spell washed over me, and when she got closer, I patted the seat next to me. She smiled and quickly sat beside me. Losing no time, I put my arm over her shoulder. She felt really cold.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Um-are you okay, Marina? You feel really cold."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I rubbed my arm up and down hers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um...yeah. I'm-cold, yeah. I'm cold."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With a combination of her strange response, and becoming more aware of how her body felt, I jumped a little. It just didn't seem normal. The sensation of her body was...not just cold, but something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED42tTSMDblJmLw7amtXHOaFS7oe_tDFUFYeULiS4zoNHzfYPHNBFuK1qPIE2yPFd75iCBg_MRka4meOc81gZ7bluk_HWhbuuSuTiJDT-WHo4bDriTHY2ytvqJMpH-u5ST_wpmJO7mGE/s1600/Screenshot-317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED42tTSMDblJmLw7amtXHOaFS7oe_tDFUFYeULiS4zoNHzfYPHNBFuK1qPIE2yPFd75iCBg_MRka4meOc81gZ7bluk_HWhbuuSuTiJDT-WHo4bDriTHY2ytvqJMpH-u5ST_wpmJO7mGE/s640/Screenshot-317.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got off the bench. Somehow I managed to break away from her spell, probably with the help of my doubting thoughts. It's all starting to make sense, with her skin and her power over me, but I just don't know quite what I figured out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Marina, just get out of my life already. Stop...doing whatever it is that you're doing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marina looked guilty, she looked back and forth, but I didn't see any perspiration. "I don't know what you're talking about!" She may have denyed what I said, but she still ran. Lightning fast-faster than any olympic runner could run.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>She hopped in her car, and I waited a minute. I had to know where she lives, but I couldn't let her know I was following her. I gave her a thirty second head start, and ran as fast as I could to my car. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got near her house but not close enough to where she could see me, I parked and ran. I could just see where her car went.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gMZQJ0EAlWyE1BbZUAlzjblGcvAL8n3vU8N1Hu0NDsG3kQ5M0SJ-1u_Dsf6wq8-zGxU8yUUi-xOD3t2BQQ0o16prBjRTeRLROuBDtRaVMQBOk859zQlNHMpSKB6ddw1bL-lPTglqcTc/s1600/Screenshot-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gMZQJ0EAlWyE1BbZUAlzjblGcvAL8n3vU8N1Hu0NDsG3kQ5M0SJ-1u_Dsf6wq8-zGxU8yUUi-xOD3t2BQQ0o16prBjRTeRLROuBDtRaVMQBOk859zQlNHMpSKB6ddw1bL-lPTglqcTc/s640/Screenshot-320.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I made it to her front door, I dared look at her. I saw Marina, but she vanished with this thick greenish yellow fog. In her place stood a very creepy woman. This lady started to mop up the fog that condensed on the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What kind of fog condences on the floor?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So for some reason, this extremely dangerous woman is making me have a relationship with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But why?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It made me truly shiver that she was able to control my feelings and my actions when I'm around her, all to romance her.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjv3rjd3Enk7AFj04xF6OK7_Pybg7syKD22Nhgf7nSS_MRhouhp74THhaprZC_z2LRtOwrQyvQ3aQ0sZ7_r22lYh_huqgZxzZJoEDZlOHlmBuTEPSvyJetH2tawbcEDgY1vhaCkk7mEk/s1600/Screenshot-321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjv3rjd3Enk7AFj04xF6OK7_Pybg7syKD22Nhgf7nSS_MRhouhp74THhaprZC_z2LRtOwrQyvQ3aQ0sZ7_r22lYh_huqgZxzZJoEDZlOHlmBuTEPSvyJetH2tawbcEDgY1vhaCkk7mEk/s640/Screenshot-321.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For a second she looked up from her mopping. Lucky for me she was looking at some random spot at the wall, or I'd be dead meat. Or worse. I could never guess what she could do to me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Of all the things she could do to me, why the supposedly 'nice' interactions of romance?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My inclination was right. Marina-or whoever she is, has to be demented. Her motives are all wrong. And if they weren't, then she was insane as well as the obvious of her being evil in some way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her eyes sneered at that random speck. If I were that speck, I would've dissolved away. She had off colored skin, but it wasn't a sickly gray...just...off in color. Her eyes glowed, and they were a peircing, terrifying red. Her hair was white with purple streaks in it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was obvious what she was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>A vampire.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A vampire that can control minds and shapeshift. Nice! I don't even want to find out what else she can do.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6v6pO-w-MtQuqqyRLOy7wHEiNilv5IwmSpz1UPFe8pfxZNLNG9yP6b7KgJx2Lyz6tVeUnqUaGA4g1R42ASFG7IVUO29TwMZJohFTunx1HUHFWokxXmrOkccviRyjxqnyybNn-jOIggBA/s1600/Screenshot-322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6v6pO-w-MtQuqqyRLOy7wHEiNilv5IwmSpz1UPFe8pfxZNLNG9yP6b7KgJx2Lyz6tVeUnqUaGA4g1R42ASFG7IVUO29TwMZJohFTunx1HUHFWokxXmrOkccviRyjxqnyybNn-jOIggBA/s640/Screenshot-322.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran away from her house so fast. There was no way I could go back there. Absolutely no way. I can't let myself romance Marina again-or maybe I just should never be alone anywhere public again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Fine. If I have to I'll give up my way of life for my safety. And sanity. I have to fight it. I must be strong!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went straight to my car and went just a <em>little </em>too much over the speed limit. I just wanted to go home and into bed, and snuggle up in my covers.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJLbf296uA_2s60sgHE5mF9JyKrkxmKcn4RqNv_CmZpNA_yoLax8egGeRCgKWAososFdWU0Eq5O6w_4jlFbaSVsPI5dxPNyTwIG8ITV0kx2XxsPbQ0SYnopcpS57YADx36LTwtRnw6c8/s1600/Screenshot-323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJLbf296uA_2s60sgHE5mF9JyKrkxmKcn4RqNv_CmZpNA_yoLax8egGeRCgKWAososFdWU0Eq5O6w_4jlFbaSVsPI5dxPNyTwIG8ITV0kx2XxsPbQ0SYnopcpS57YADx36LTwtRnw6c8/s640/Screenshot-323.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I got home, and there was Suzy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, hello Alex. Let me go put this washing in the machine and we can talk."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're pretty much on a friends basis right now. And I like that. For now.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjcnC8_drdz8ykEJj-PvkNf7bdbSy4UM83VqBwgASTAiB3AhtdP4D83QOwiG-5zuaNfH5z-aLqQvNBNd3FE_6B72NVii4MfPHDJPtggdEr67-gMgWUPST8tyaz7F97MU5Q8KC23k_WyU/s1600/Screenshot-324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjcnC8_drdz8ykEJj-PvkNf7bdbSy4UM83VqBwgASTAiB3AhtdP4D83QOwiG-5zuaNfH5z-aLqQvNBNd3FE_6B72NVii4MfPHDJPtggdEr67-gMgWUPST8tyaz7F97MU5Q8KC23k_WyU/s640/Screenshot-324.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sorry if that took a little long. How are you, Alex? You don't look so good. Do you want to talk about it?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not typically what a butler would ask you. But Suzy isn't a typical butler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, thanks Suzy. But I'm ok. Really, thanks. And-I'm actually really tired. I want to go to bed now, we can talk tomorrow."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok Alex, if you really don't want to tell me. Good night."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not like I could really tell Suzy that there is this girl, Marina, who tries whenever she can to romance me when I'm alone and she<em> makes</em> me do it, and she miracuously finds me. Then, I get in an argument with her and follow her to her house and discover that she's a vampire. A <em>vampire.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pcch, yeah she's going to believe that. When great grandpa thinks I'll get a girl then she would!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, in your face grandpa. I'm getting there. Kinda...Kinda? Oh gosh, I hope so...</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_MDmFKIElCW3GTctbT3b1kbhmtVr9NBMSxAEL6qo7dqJqodKft1qeVAW4yWeqduoE38AMIHfK4bOzexmUN9cyTMYQzh6qAih0ttrFT_s7OIPDazzlfyUwtf_SLJMPPyRgfERnG1suMg/s1600/Screenshot-325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_MDmFKIElCW3GTctbT3b1kbhmtVr9NBMSxAEL6qo7dqJqodKft1qeVAW4yWeqduoE38AMIHfK4bOzexmUN9cyTMYQzh6qAih0ttrFT_s7OIPDazzlfyUwtf_SLJMPPyRgfERnG1suMg/s640/Screenshot-325.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I quickly scurried to bed. I just longed to have the blankets around me, and to feel the softness of my bed and pillow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My tingly feeling subsided when I got into bed. I tucked the blankets around me tightly, and pulled them up all the way to my nose and over my ears.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Gosh, It's like I'm five again.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not many people have to go through this everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before I fell asleep, a very crucial thought wiped over me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But...supposedly Marina is missing. Her friends Stella and Trista....</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was too sleepy to let those thoughts settle too much. I fell asleep in a heartbeat.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4LW28Q7EvK9ncE_iByUGDvq2_deZcXzjmeD1zmIFgI6H_HgPWZpRHurRY1uXcXmbdiyfo-GhffUAxAadQoDTdMcCYR1CM2eEmlWv-P2AJUTRtliRr8wX9XReMcM2eIxYpURESj6jZBs/s1600/Screenshot-327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4LW28Q7EvK9ncE_iByUGDvq2_deZcXzjmeD1zmIFgI6H_HgPWZpRHurRY1uXcXmbdiyfo-GhffUAxAadQoDTdMcCYR1CM2eEmlWv-P2AJUTRtliRr8wX9XReMcM2eIxYpURESj6jZBs/s640/Screenshot-327.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was in a small tan room, full of cracks and imperfections. And there was Marina, walking toward me. Her radiance and presence seemed to light up the depressingly, small room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her eyes sparkled, she looked at me and smiled. I practically melted to the floor. She was just so beautiful.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELtP5QagLror54tFIzCduOCZRQgdM9OrEzAe8xOBNGBgBL81bAZGZklrTNqqQVdcxwyeRiVcJyOcT1FaFa69TvF8DTgq9aJqYinhzYjSpUG5d2PwLItn7AZyPbXe03M-LMWlMCi3k074/s1600/Screenshot-328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELtP5QagLror54tFIzCduOCZRQgdM9OrEzAe8xOBNGBgBL81bAZGZklrTNqqQVdcxwyeRiVcJyOcT1FaFa69TvF8DTgq9aJqYinhzYjSpUG5d2PwLItn7AZyPbXe03M-LMWlMCi3k074/s640/Screenshot-328.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, there was that disgusting creature. That...that...I didn't even let myself think what <em>it</em> was. Gone was her loving look, the sparkle in her eye. She didn't even look at me, but looked at a spot on the wall as if it were more interesting than me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm-eeULRnojYjI0S0pTnvKJt_mflT5yUDvAeX2FOtW-sGEMJJtfkwuz83N01nqxEwKx_hno2CXfABXvlpM1aQvd-gRdS8WhmusDCgYB0mPfIhATve09xEVukgd7xavoIO46EZLXKLaMY/s1600/Screenshot-329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm-eeULRnojYjI0S0pTnvKJt_mflT5yUDvAeX2FOtW-sGEMJJtfkwuz83N01nqxEwKx_hno2CXfABXvlpM1aQvd-gRdS8WhmusDCgYB0mPfIhATve09xEVukgd7xavoIO46EZLXKLaMY/s640/Screenshot-329.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, without warning, she pinned me down and loomed over my throat. She was going to do something to my neck, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just lay there helplessly, I was so frightened I couldn't scream out, and I also wasn't able to move my face muscles. I was just that scared!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKD3ZTxFlUz1ph0-jG7cpy1O20FO-kYmtTJUt9PxgoloOUmdhqwwY79Hx3nOX1Utd3Q8LqkrJBW03WcoOYH1_233XWcDzO3PZEM_GVxUJl7lgMfJeG5YnqiYXHH6kIgSZ18eBpnDBnS8M/s1600/Screenshot-330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKD3ZTxFlUz1ph0-jG7cpy1O20FO-kYmtTJUt9PxgoloOUmdhqwwY79Hx3nOX1Utd3Q8LqkrJBW03WcoOYH1_233XWcDzO3PZEM_GVxUJl7lgMfJeG5YnqiYXHH6kIgSZ18eBpnDBnS8M/s640/Screenshot-330.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't utter a sound, and neither did creepy vampire lady, but still. Lucid girl came to my resue.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She just stood there. She didn't touch us or anything, but somehow she still moved her off me without difficulty. She pinned her to the floor with nothing, without touching her. Though nothing bound her there, she couldn't move. And in an instant, I was standing without even remembering getting up.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dkLnnf7l2HV95ghnKiptirmbXa3be0qn7tAam7RFhVOn2eN6ASdxHRbYtQm6YL0atFKL_vtuH1NXFLfL7AWk8n9GCskhyqaZyZmoj7LPUWms8GxC02Giwi8AY_N7eyEi3c5ZvUqruCM/s1600/Screenshot-331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dkLnnf7l2HV95ghnKiptirmbXa3be0qn7tAam7RFhVOn2eN6ASdxHRbYtQm6YL0atFKL_vtuH1NXFLfL7AWk8n9GCskhyqaZyZmoj7LPUWms8GxC02Giwi8AY_N7eyEi3c5ZvUqruCM/s640/Screenshot-331.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wo, you just saved me. Thank you so-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it's ok. I'm so happy I could be here in time to save you, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then it hit me. This is a dream. Lucid girl saved me. This is when reading up on lucid dreams comes in handy: she is my dream sign. She's been in my dreams numerous times, so now I will know I'm dreaming whenever I see her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Unfortuanatly.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I know this is a dream! Thanks for helping me become lucid. And...how did you do that exactly?..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She stepped a little bit closer to me then was necessary, "I'm so glad I helped you become lucid! And I did that using what I call my 'magic hands'. I simply move my hands to make them do a job without touching anything."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's awesome! You should show me how."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Not now, another time. Come with me."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oIAFI28UkYQOjVfUHUrCgmWbxbzJSjETngg0H3DqKUO_BuqzzhguQgvQyEbfuXsxIUi8YX1nUnz3KhmMsNlUynwUBJ4LPOFpS1DTilFU03VXllj6-XVpupSDNLT61L-mPZpwyVkRFWA/s1600/Screenshot-332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oIAFI28UkYQOjVfUHUrCgmWbxbzJSjETngg0H3DqKUO_BuqzzhguQgvQyEbfuXsxIUi8YX1nUnz3KhmMsNlUynwUBJ4LPOFpS1DTilFU03VXllj6-XVpupSDNLT61L-mPZpwyVkRFWA/s640/Screenshot-332.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She took my hand, and we went out of that little, depressing room. Her hand was little and soft. I could feel the sensation!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Where are we going?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You'll see. Come. Follow me, Alex."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdwg1B6nkyw0KKk0PZlX55f2oHSaG9iofanS8M6eS_59xDhCq4UtNpxyZjr_aIaAyVqfcL-60dfsXulldFkY73DzWftipa53tgokWrMYhJAQrxtkxQm2YbeoBV46gfqBW2zq2kjp03YU/s1600/Screenshot-333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdwg1B6nkyw0KKk0PZlX55f2oHSaG9iofanS8M6eS_59xDhCq4UtNpxyZjr_aIaAyVqfcL-60dfsXulldFkY73DzWftipa53tgokWrMYhJAQrxtkxQm2YbeoBV46gfqBW2zq2kjp03YU/s640/Screenshot-333.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She flew off the ground in a swimming pose. I followed her and tried out her new style of flying. Unfortuanatly, she was a little higher then me. I tried to get higher, but I kept stumbling. I could tell I would soon fall. Lucid Girl sensed it, "Alex, don't think about falling. Think about rising. You are a feather-you are in control. This is my dream after all."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There she goes again, calling my dream her dream. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, she is a dream character and apart of my mind, so therefore she is thinking in terms of </em>me <em>me.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I rose just before I was going to crash into some crates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on Alex. Take my hand and we will go somewhere else. We are going to teleport, there is no way we want to stay her in this damp and dreary place of my dream."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>My, my, my.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed some fog appearing in front of us. I caught her hand at the last second. Then, I heard a whip of wind, and soon everything went black.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvPAxZ_O9lKx2qPWfiNbVyZu0UGLf-H6YwCqjCL2etqyRgrSu2zqfS8Yw7paOfC8-RBE62-50jpT-yKW0DTNKfsSMOCtFifDxJjtC3EoD-vDQiywNWNq1GAHO0lhH2OC8zPplc6Gp8nA/s1600/Screenshot-335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvPAxZ_O9lKx2qPWfiNbVyZu0UGLf-H6YwCqjCL2etqyRgrSu2zqfS8Yw7paOfC8-RBE62-50jpT-yKW0DTNKfsSMOCtFifDxJjtC3EoD-vDQiywNWNq1GAHO0lhH2OC8zPplc6Gp8nA/s640/Screenshot-335.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We arrived at a beautiful tropical island, and we immediatly let go of each other's hands when we arrived, admiring its beauty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I heard a voice behind us, "you didn't think you'd lose me that easily, did you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I whirled around and I was shocked to see it was other me, just like the other me I saw in the reflection of the water in a previous dream.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yBGYpB0mVRFFliQ2uOm8JNTOYFT-TDdwDPfsOR7PsqDPlt0X7IgTPiymT7U0NqN2-KPaJCINT6NhaGsXekWvO_0bRfoPTxPvt8lNqnchiHCFeaqOrAtNbpIibzDs3psHKtnvldEn9pA/s1600/Screenshot-336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yBGYpB0mVRFFliQ2uOm8JNTOYFT-TDdwDPfsOR7PsqDPlt0X7IgTPiymT7U0NqN2-KPaJCINT6NhaGsXekWvO_0bRfoPTxPvt8lNqnchiHCFeaqOrAtNbpIibzDs3psHKtnvldEn9pA/s640/Screenshot-336.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know why, but I was a little freaked out. Lucky for <em>me </em>me, Lucid Girl was on my side, but other me had no one. Maybe it's because it's not natural to see another you except in a mirror?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So it wasn't just wind that I heard right before we teleported. Other me followed us here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But how could he have-I didn't see him before...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I will answer your question."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Me' can read my MIND?!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes I can read your mind. Why don't you try to read mine?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried really hard to do what he suggested. I concentrated, staring at his skull, and telling myself <em>I believe, this is a dream and anything is possible.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I heard something come from a tiny corner of my mind.<em> That's the way, Alex.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I did it! I read his mind!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since he now knew that I could read his mind, he thought what he would have told me, '<em>Alex, I am you. One in the same. Well, close enough anyway. So close, in fact that we can trade views. But you're always in control, in first person.'</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So that's why I switched to third person when I was kissing Lucid Girl in that one dream-</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>'Yes, that's right Alex. But don't be jealous-I am </em>practically<em> you. Oh, and there is just one other thing. I would like to give you a message. Marina is more dangerous than she seems.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My brain really started to hurt when I tried to sort through that last statement about Marina-a dream is no place to think deeply.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Other me disappeared, as if he went back to being in third person, of me. As if he were my shadow.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBf8RYSZKD_SPX_kfb4wKSDZv7isnceBUuKyfSdkS41NZ5RCetuLBZwBPYFjRdivKzrC3pXhDJd0wZi2J-2vQ_dYYmgo6C4_SfbtIJV-iT8xkPt9mb7u5EbdiBWRzbTDAfdfXNAXZgMw/s1600/Screenshot-337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBf8RYSZKD_SPX_kfb4wKSDZv7isnceBUuKyfSdkS41NZ5RCetuLBZwBPYFjRdivKzrC3pXhDJd0wZi2J-2vQ_dYYmgo6C4_SfbtIJV-iT8xkPt9mb7u5EbdiBWRzbTDAfdfXNAXZgMw/s640/Screenshot-337.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wow, that was totally strange-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm sure she couldn't fully track the conversation, since we were mostly talking telepathically, but certainly seeing two of the same people isn't a common occurence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah. But-let's just not talk about it. You and I are here. Now."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhW8v7Gu0xHthyvU2j1XCPZKl8JGuD39L6LZvjBT2HmEEzUKvful6SW0W8TjpDYEp-hRSSHZYhgjYcXooPNM3EI5jM0eT7O6p8aVTL_lWPK75EIFtkOa6782OgdL7PcFE-lqXiJXTrGZs/s1600/Screenshot-338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhW8v7Gu0xHthyvU2j1XCPZKl8JGuD39L6LZvjBT2HmEEzUKvful6SW0W8TjpDYEp-hRSSHZYhgjYcXooPNM3EI5jM0eT7O6p8aVTL_lWPK75EIFtkOa6782OgdL7PcFE-lqXiJXTrGZs/s640/Screenshot-338.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I reached out and held her, sucking in her warmth, feeling her every curve. And dang was there a lot of curve to feel, all around. Even her back was curvy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But she wasn't getting into it-her arms were limp while she was staring into the distance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was something she was not telling me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*To be continued*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, and just so you guys know, I've been TRYING to comment. But for some reason it won't let me log in, and when I post anonymous, it never goes through, wanting me to log in again. It doesn't ever say that I'm logged in at the top, so if anyone knows how to fix this please let me know.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-50678577428263693662011-05-30T18:03:00.000-07:002011-05-30T18:03:24.368-07:00Chapter 12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf77b7zh14JBqL90jtc2v8o6wqVFBhyVOSAsclsiXMxCfzbbXzZ3eXJmK5h2x980OPxEQ8ey-w3dpAHDP1wQerb0up14MwjLKdBF3MsVZEqP8NuVyPSr3DvObYIfWumhfbe36QkTFhx3A/s1600/Screenshot-303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf77b7zh14JBqL90jtc2v8o6wqVFBhyVOSAsclsiXMxCfzbbXzZ3eXJmK5h2x980OPxEQ8ey-w3dpAHDP1wQerb0up14MwjLKdBF3MsVZEqP8NuVyPSr3DvObYIfWumhfbe36QkTFhx3A/s640/Screenshot-303.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked in the water at my reflection</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Gah, I'm so hideous! How did this crap get on my face? Who was it!? Marshall or Jeff?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked around and realized that I wasn't home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Why on Earth did I leave the house looking like this?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made up my mind, Jeff definitly did this to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yeah, you're going to pay for that Jeff. I'm not going to let you get away with this! I can come up with something much worse to do to you!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiqPpYRIwYrdq_Iv6ewPVbab9ayMEynnWBzKYwkcpma5C_kFjEsdXydglOreVSUcyRcwKHCkhjbD9OTEBKO5YdhvGP2P7w9HAhu4plpOMzJmZW_Pp49SD8X_9GXpV3lfjB79-s50A4jw/s1600/Screenshot-304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiqPpYRIwYrdq_Iv6ewPVbab9ayMEynnWBzKYwkcpma5C_kFjEsdXydglOreVSUcyRcwKHCkhjbD9OTEBKO5YdhvGP2P7w9HAhu4plpOMzJmZW_Pp49SD8X_9GXpV3lfjB79-s50A4jw/s640/Screenshot-304.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My thoughts of what that would be were suddenly interupted. I looked in the water and I saw my hideous clown like reflection, but I also noticed that I was also behind me, another me...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Jeff, I don't know how you did it, but stop. The joke is over and this isn't funny. You are such the master of disguise.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was jumping to conclusions since it wasn't logical that there would be another me behind me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigwQojDBk60hymmrcFWkfTjMQR4xVjKlpYXt9GyI4ixJjcPpUfOzvvum_cYBxxsy2R3ne7rhWI3UI6Ul-RxIcNkvJHLg92_4NMoRE0VdYXm725HWD4DJ1UGFoNtjee4V8hLThN70bxlw/s1600/Screenshot-305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigwQojDBk60hymmrcFWkfTjMQR4xVjKlpYXt9GyI4ixJjcPpUfOzvvum_cYBxxsy2R3ne7rhWI3UI6Ul-RxIcNkvJHLg92_4NMoRE0VdYXm725HWD4DJ1UGFoNtjee4V8hLThN70bxlw/s640/Screenshot-305.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I heard footsteps, and I knew it wasn't other me's footsteps. I knew it was lucid girl. Not that she was walking over super gracefully, but I heard her walking swiftly behind me. Certainly those were not 'my' footsteps. I sensed it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What's the matter Alex? You okay?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Here, let me see."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26fH54cwlr15p66iJZY_CuXEvqNiZhPzgCKtImdf_wx-3_DkQNRAYHnDR4suSiLt3XR0lY6F64_e61MkcOL6Fo8sT3asc7mh_WE73ZFFCox5fMDedSnICKl-fehsKqsHNk8sbXAUilRQ/s1600/Screenshot-306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26fH54cwlr15p66iJZY_CuXEvqNiZhPzgCKtImdf_wx-3_DkQNRAYHnDR4suSiLt3XR0lY6F64_e61MkcOL6Fo8sT3asc7mh_WE73ZFFCox5fMDedSnICKl-fehsKqsHNk8sbXAUilRQ/s640/Screenshot-306.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No I'm not okay. Look at my hideous face. Jeff must have did this to me!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it's okay. It's just a little makeup. Here, let me get that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slowly, she rubbed the makeup off my face effortlessly. Her hands weren't even stained when she was done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"All better now?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah-thanks so much..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just liked that she was finally here, and in my real life! It was my dreams come true.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come, let's walk awhile."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKfzyQxwqQiflCNbCGOnoBBEg3zm9LRbD9PiNH4cg4_HqUxX6j6kmtSvI6UarK8keeM1H7YGNyf0hcIzRVu8RKszB5lgIPmjZ9i12bFLpX8ERFrz47Y2aYPo0dzyVQVHxpjWgEs0lNaU/s1600/Screenshot-307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKfzyQxwqQiflCNbCGOnoBBEg3zm9LRbD9PiNH4cg4_HqUxX6j6kmtSvI6UarK8keeM1H7YGNyf0hcIzRVu8RKszB5lgIPmjZ9i12bFLpX8ERFrz47Y2aYPo0dzyVQVHxpjWgEs0lNaU/s640/Screenshot-307.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So we did. We walked all around the city. But then we stopped for a little conversation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found my eyes dipping into her cleavage. She even had a necklace on, I noticed for the first time. It glimmered in the sunlight. I've never seen a necklace quite like it before. Girls don't usually even wear necklaces. It's nice to see a girl wearing something different for a change.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She could see me starin down there...Her left eyebrow went up, "Do you like my dress?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She must have known that I was stareing down her cleavage, but didn't prefer to put that in her question.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um, yes I like your dress. Very turquoise-ish blue."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Gosh I'm lame. Turquoise-ish blue? That's the best I could come up with? She must think I'm a prick.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, you're not lame. I don't think you're a prick, it's just the natural reaction of a guy. You can't help your nature, can you? And it's not turquoise-ish blue. It's teal-ish blue. There is a difference."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Really, what is with girls and their obsession with exact description of colors?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Turquoise is more blue than green-but teal, teal is more green than blue. There is a difference."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Wow, it's nice that a girl likes a different color other than pink for once. And teal-I've never really heard of that color.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not like I obsessivly think about colors everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you Alex, that is what I was goin' for."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoWiJRb5_lKZspGpL-dHt0KH30u0zFUO5HyUh5G2z3YLAy9e3XuuEIy3NAWMkbIIt0IZBbjIUTNoZNMpquBV4E2nIVuO5uYetzUW4n0XThk2Hjao-XrLiTRxSmN8qfT0Sm6XC_jdXo8Y/s1600/Screenshot-310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoWiJRb5_lKZspGpL-dHt0KH30u0zFUO5HyUh5G2z3YLAy9e3XuuEIy3NAWMkbIIt0IZBbjIUTNoZNMpquBV4E2nIVuO5uYetzUW4n0XThk2Hjao-XrLiTRxSmN8qfT0Sm6XC_jdXo8Y/s640/Screenshot-310.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-and before you leave-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is where it got strange. She leaned over to kiss me in a much better way than last time (I got to touch her hair, she pulled me in).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But...For some reason I was pulled to third person point of view-literally. It felt as if my soul was pulled away from my body just looking at me and her kissing. Because of this, I didn't feel a thing. I was very disapointed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdXgjco8_Aq37KhrqjVyCe7CdokMnMuCm-uFzgfn4e4HZhOMJEp0yobozDZSuW-x2_fer1Vy_-_nRx7V4Dc_-5yMYaT1BE19jIzaNfGhjTxKSn8ZWunCzaDENcpycFU-qaTX3_rBTctM/s1600/Screenshot-289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdXgjco8_Aq37KhrqjVyCe7CdokMnMuCm-uFzgfn4e4HZhOMJEp0yobozDZSuW-x2_fer1Vy_-_nRx7V4Dc_-5yMYaT1BE19jIzaNfGhjTxKSn8ZWunCzaDENcpycFU-qaTX3_rBTctM/s640/Screenshot-289.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sadly, I got up. I stared at my feet. I invisioned them hurting really bad because dang does that lucid girl walk fast. Usually a girl walks slow when she's with her boyfriend (or whatever you want me to be called to her). But she was practically pulling me along when we were holding hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lately, my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder and more interesting. I've noticed that she is only in my dreams when I wake up before six-so I've been trying to get up earlier just so she could be in my dreams more often. I would love to see her all the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know, I like her because she is different. I know she is just a person of my dreams, but she is just what I want in a girl. I do not want a cookie cutter girlfriend. She isn't the skinniest girl ever, she doesn't try to look super pretty. She just is. She doesn't mind that she's different. And I like that.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEApQ8gcFV9YyuWb9wtpvqO7cYTICP2TKgYj6boPlTI_Fw8GNtcAODCsCjEemMA8Fj4ScENc5it55HbjFt5HNf90Ixl0RcppFZgBEU-_VQskrUMioHOSXlqY8KzmgMO9thW267hsPftk/s1600/Screenshot-290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEApQ8gcFV9YyuWb9wtpvqO7cYTICP2TKgYj6boPlTI_Fw8GNtcAODCsCjEemMA8Fj4ScENc5it55HbjFt5HNf90Ixl0RcppFZgBEU-_VQskrUMioHOSXlqY8KzmgMO9thW267hsPftk/s640/Screenshot-290.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since it was early, I decided to go on the computer. I wasn't going to look that dream up. I haven't in a long time, I really don't think they could mean that much. They're just dreams. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Instead, I decided I would look up some random facts. I am into that kind of thing. I saw one webpage like <a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~bingbin/">this</a>. These were the most interesting facts I saw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Random Facts</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The sound of E.T. walking was made by someone squishing her hands in jelly. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The Neanderthal's brain was bigger than yours is. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The three best-known western names in China: Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Every year about 98% of the atoms in your body are replaced.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am such a curious person! It's nice to know the randomest of things, things that you don't even think about.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once I was satisfied with my random fact browsing, I decided it must be time to make breakfast. By now Marshall and Jeff must be wanting food. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjZl2D4roVPCuo7Hl0-cL07NPS_b9bbQo9dOmpzqxshcPSXUsQWjM6zQO0lAjsNS52mlyOLE6sQP_3sHXBg2D9Ffsb8p0BFObqvxqlO5Re1a1LTvPpSCP0DhdB1xWaxzMvnv-GZ7EEUc/s1600/Screenshot-294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjZl2D4roVPCuo7Hl0-cL07NPS_b9bbQo9dOmpzqxshcPSXUsQWjM6zQO0lAjsNS52mlyOLE6sQP_3sHXBg2D9Ffsb8p0BFObqvxqlO5Re1a1LTvPpSCP0DhdB1xWaxzMvnv-GZ7EEUc/s640/Screenshot-294.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While I was making breakfast (which, by the way, is waffles, yes, I am in a good mood today), Jeff was looking at the newspaper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Something caught his eye, "listen to this, Marshall. There's a dream presentation in Bridgeport late this summer. Who really would go to that?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What the heck, are you sure? Who cares about dreams! They're just in your head. People that like them should just get a life."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their comments hurt me deep. That's why I never told them about my dreaming, they are only open to what they like, and they don't open up their thoughts to something so foreign to them. They probably wouldn't hate it so much if they just tried to listen to their dreams and lay back and try to remember them. But some people never change, and that's Jeff and Marshall. But they're not always so bad with certain things.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoygL4YT_8ssRhiQN8W5zPfP5HvXybcAJ8xSDHD43IPGNhaBGaPbBOhWEwDD4vi8f3UUkm8WWBe6vLPhaf0k51iN8BLGS4IZVFlw4UVKywfRFgbwVKwjswk22IyDZDzzb5XMjuJxdow0/s1600/Screenshot-295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoygL4YT_8ssRhiQN8W5zPfP5HvXybcAJ8xSDHD43IPGNhaBGaPbBOhWEwDD4vi8f3UUkm8WWBe6vLPhaf0k51iN8BLGS4IZVFlw4UVKywfRFgbwVKwjswk22IyDZDzzb5XMjuJxdow0/s640/Screenshot-295.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I handed everyone there waffles, Jeff threw the newspaper by my plate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Just look at the article. It's a riot."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course I did, but in a different way than they thought that I would look at it. I didn't look at it like it's a joke, but to see it's details. Maybe I'll go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I read the article word for word, and luckily Jeff and Marshall didn't question my interest, since they were much too interested in their waffles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Basically, there are a bunch of everyday people who talk about their dreams. But these aren't just any random people, people who's lives were touched in some way by dreams, or were just good lucid dreamers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Right down my alley.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Basic information about dreams will be shared, and basics of lucid dreams and how one can get one. Then, some people will share how their lives were touched by dreams, and how they started to lucid dream if they do. They'd also give tips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But unfortuanatly, the presentation was on a Wednesday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>No big deal, Mr. Simmons will let me take the day off! He'd understand.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lucky for me, he'd probably give me the day off without asking what I'd be doing.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEize-vwxgZn_Ug2px1xfl_ie5XUxqfdWHr1oItOyBvv8-XjHYHjZwvsrJh4sWV3sw5s1QPLtowzVYwfQHphFxF-GjBRCSrAgJGRGYyVqu0WFouyFOeNZ4igOrzrAxvyMc-GxRw5Af1iB5s/s1600/Screenshot-296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEize-vwxgZn_Ug2px1xfl_ie5XUxqfdWHr1oItOyBvv8-XjHYHjZwvsrJh4sWV3sw5s1QPLtowzVYwfQHphFxF-GjBRCSrAgJGRGYyVqu0WFouyFOeNZ4igOrzrAxvyMc-GxRw5Af1iB5s/s640/Screenshot-296.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thanks for these waffles, Alex. They're really good! You should make them more often. I can't believe you didn't even burn them! You would make a perfect wife."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah Alex, some woman would be perfectly glad to settle down with you, since they could just lay back and let you do all the work for them! You'd be a great catch."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I smiled at that remark, though I knew it wasn't true. No woman wants me, and if they do, they are demented.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Like Marina.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My whole body shivered at that thought.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, and speaking of that-we hired a butler so you wouldn't have to do all the chores anymore!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The only reason Marshall and Jeff got by without working is because of my rich family. Basically, we're old money. My uncle Otto lives in a grand mansion that's been in our family for generations. He's also a great CEO. My father moved out of the mansion when he married my mother. But they still get some of the money. My parents just didn't want to live in the grand mansion. It's not really their style.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um...a butler?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't quite too sure about that...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, you could use a break. Your the only one that works, so why should you have to do all of the cleaning too?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In other words, they want to be nice to me by using my money to pay for a butler. How ironic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"When is she going to get here?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, I don't know, she's supposed to get here any time this morning."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But the house-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, she's a butler. It's not like you have to make the house look nice for her."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He did have a point.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sSbqY-ApB67n7qdUwnU8L2UXjvdbe7zOOm8Nwtu3jekR9b6dHN1wzZKwQd4f6RKDGwcHdj87iAWPJHyyVkzY0j3_w0ETfogqYPeRsj967tDoA0OsXQaGLjTUreYurBdrPuHvPqrgGJE/s1600/Screenshot-297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sSbqY-ApB67n7qdUwnU8L2UXjvdbe7zOOm8Nwtu3jekR9b6dHN1wzZKwQd4f6RKDGwcHdj87iAWPJHyyVkzY0j3_w0ETfogqYPeRsj967tDoA0OsXQaGLjTUreYurBdrPuHvPqrgGJE/s640/Screenshot-297.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough, I heard the doorbell ring. Marshall and Jeff shushed me to the door, as if I needed to be the first to meet her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello sir, I'm Suzy your new butler."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, hello. You don't have to call me sir, call me Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um, are you sure?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aparently butlers <em>have</em> to be very formal at first.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I insist."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She smiled. "Alex it is. Now if you'll excuse me-I'll start to survey the place and clean."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYAkWBUt5zq4a2oCVc7G__rzDJ3SxszlisAZJNP-OPnuhH7wwvomfJkqN5WmcyfQ1s0f5o_DoLnmk_3bJ6QHGMF4MBp6J7znSXkRNXIjWiTGLibLqCXiY9dg16wCbSWSMSzVY6Tzzqfs/s1600/Screenshot-298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYAkWBUt5zq4a2oCVc7G__rzDJ3SxszlisAZJNP-OPnuhH7wwvomfJkqN5WmcyfQ1s0f5o_DoLnmk_3bJ6QHGMF4MBp6J7znSXkRNXIjWiTGLibLqCXiY9dg16wCbSWSMSzVY6Tzzqfs/s640/Screenshot-298.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She started with the living room. She not only dusted and polished everything, but she even was cleaning each and every leaf of our plants. I've never seen the place so clean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took a book, pretending that I would be reading it. But really, I was checking her out. She reminded me of Lucid Girl. I'm not exactly sure why, besides her blonde hair. They look nothing alike, but I thought so anyway. Maybe it was her aura.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6YUXVB4MmlkWGZhMwM91W7JtspRmUsrwjDmMA_p5zjFhIeyrSZD-kJ_e0EEoD9A6de2TN_2IXA1hzBgTdQDta_-4IfApLaw45LtoxzbJYf1rZSNFwZKQz34q_yMFRGs-RqlBlU9qAms/s1600/Screenshot-299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6YUXVB4MmlkWGZhMwM91W7JtspRmUsrwjDmMA_p5zjFhIeyrSZD-kJ_e0EEoD9A6de2TN_2IXA1hzBgTdQDta_-4IfApLaw45LtoxzbJYf1rZSNFwZKQz34q_yMFRGs-RqlBlU9qAms/s640/Screenshot-299.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to sit down to read my book. It was one book that my father had aquired at some point. With him being an author and everything, books just seemed to come his way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't even know what I was reading. Something about the relationship of a man and his dog helping him meet women. But I didn't care. I was just looking at the living, breathing woman before me in the same room.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ1_jtqx4JCWieOg5XJJubekr-jBL5sN34aYqxz0D0mi-zgwEQjTi6ouvAvKsr62Kfi2uCqK1gI78NH68ZHotvCbavRZU7_DCALINvm4yoGyOQ8FLH6raHsVZk9glD6iKHWQUo3ec_OU/s1600/Screenshot-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ1_jtqx4JCWieOg5XJJubekr-jBL5sN34aYqxz0D0mi-zgwEQjTi6ouvAvKsr62Kfi2uCqK1gI78NH68ZHotvCbavRZU7_DCALINvm4yoGyOQ8FLH6raHsVZk9glD6iKHWQUo3ec_OU/s640/Screenshot-300.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later, I went into my room because I felt like chilling a bit. But I noticed that Suzy was in there, and aparently she was finished. The room sparkled. I was about to leave since I didn't want to intrude (even though it is my room), but I was stopped. She was walking toward me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It's all right, I don't have to admit I like her. As long as she doesn't know, I'll be fine.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's the thing with me. As long as I know a girl doesn't know that I like her, than my speech is fine and I don't get red.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess she could tell that I was about to leave, "oh, it's ok Alex. You don't have to leave."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist1t3NWpi_jq8ZgXPDGJdvwc0UXUhpIgZjSZ0ByEhUXa9CW1zXQ2LScY-qVFlzUT_lRBYriBKiji9o8O7VfOHybJCghykbn6b_WV0i-GLxeIbmZAaucalzWvIz0-Pz5eQgxgRbXBHNZ0/s1600/Screenshot-301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist1t3NWpi_jq8ZgXPDGJdvwc0UXUhpIgZjSZ0ByEhUXa9CW1zXQ2LScY-qVFlzUT_lRBYriBKiji9o8O7VfOHybJCghykbn6b_WV0i-GLxeIbmZAaucalzWvIz0-Pz5eQgxgRbXBHNZ0/s640/Screenshot-301.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I want to get to know you better. Come, let's sit and talk."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh llama, she likes me. What kind of a butler hits on her employer? Like none, usually it's the opposite. Like those old political hotshots. They're bored with life, and force the butler/maid to woo hoo with them. It's sick. But I can't be told off for doing to that to my butler-it's her that clearly wants me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, um...sure."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAqmnqx9qiVwFMUG5U_p797bdZvP2kSbRvPpbTLI8XgMD2pRR1TUx9EBWw23x1uUEWC-BX4QNNlEp7SZLCUQo4mPxigpcaN-AA12AABGu8p58gmdWYFbWCbmZl6f_88XaC4hWJdImb_o/s1600/Screenshot-302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAqmnqx9qiVwFMUG5U_p797bdZvP2kSbRvPpbTLI8XgMD2pRR1TUx9EBWw23x1uUEWC-BX4QNNlEp7SZLCUQo4mPxigpcaN-AA12AABGu8p58gmdWYFbWCbmZl6f_88XaC4hWJdImb_o/s640/Screenshot-302.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, we started to talk. I was careful of what I said. I didn't want to tell her everything about my life. It's not that I was being phony, just that she doesn't need to know everything. If I told her everything, I <em>knew</em> she would instantly become uninterested.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I think I'm always going to have to put up this barrier with everyone in my life. *Sigh*.</em></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-68658035197646123142011-05-27T21:14:00.000-07:002011-05-27T21:14:28.240-07:00Chapter 11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVEDwgiTC4r41QYmsUnY3L0ppMua74PG39uYE3MSyAgc5X2_91prVZigthuZdBPKT65nfYJJqFQ6-amHlYBeckUllyTJNqOw8shRkvvq3SUl-lEtDBTBu1CGMYqciBi06n8RZ8WxUJjw/s1600/Screenshot-267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVEDwgiTC4r41QYmsUnY3L0ppMua74PG39uYE3MSyAgc5X2_91prVZigthuZdBPKT65nfYJJqFQ6-amHlYBeckUllyTJNqOw8shRkvvq3SUl-lEtDBTBu1CGMYqciBi06n8RZ8WxUJjw/s640/Screenshot-267.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex! You look so calm. What are you even doing on your f****** laptop at 12:30? Aren't you hungry or something! I burned my toast, and Marshall spilled his milk."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am totally their mom, if it weren't for me, the house would be lit on fire and burnt to a crisp. Clearly, Jeff was angry. 'Girls don't need to hear me on my bad side, so to make sure that doens't happen when one is around, I won't do it at all.' In other words, he doesn't want to slip up swearin to girls if they happen to be there, in case he did it without thinking. Smooth? Maybe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Truthfully, I couldn't be that worried about Marina. I had just seen her, so of course she must be near by. Maybe she went to a club and had a hangover, passed out? I really don't care.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I wouldn't let Jeff think that-Trista and Stella must be freaking out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, um, I-". <em>Do know where she is</em>, I thought. <em>I just saw her early this morning.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPubCNddqNsYPBjSWn_0D3j5ZVznH7ZGLNB-YBGhuHkaJeBYO3u7_Z9V48e2b9I_8__Uzprb9rnL2AIf-mloBVXo3Mout2yexMU28KVvQDFrzYrxhhyphenhyphenYrJrbLZBSLfFYRYdsSFXxplrI/s1600/Screenshot-268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPubCNddqNsYPBjSWn_0D3j5ZVznH7ZGLNB-YBGhuHkaJeBYO3u7_Z9V48e2b9I_8__Uzprb9rnL2AIf-mloBVXo3Mout2yexMU28KVvQDFrzYrxhhyphenhyphenYrJrbLZBSLfFYRYdsSFXxplrI/s640/Screenshot-268.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I got off my seat. This is serious. I will be able to say it. This is rediculous! Almost laugh worthy...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Jeff-I d-d-d..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">For some reason, I wasn't able to get the words out. I couldn't tell him that I already saw her. Things are just getting weirder and weirder.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, this is not the time to be playing jokes! My girlfriend's going beserk. Just tell me if you know where she is! We've gotta get a search party goin-."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, there is one thing good about Jeff amongst other things-he is always devoted and faithful to his girlfriends. It's just a matter of how long they last. He is the equivalent of Bella-clingy, but could go for someone else once he's desposed of her. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoAG7hOPJZMRq7vAaoWGaDlowAguiUiZJfzcNEQWvFy7L8_URViQAEol2G0WPsZqx8ik6QeUUmGr_z4FGjkQMWmZ3Ajyq_mzqJK_CMzIRlq4tYxlHpJlLjwihKEieGlWhsa0z8-gon48/s1600/Screenshot-269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoAG7hOPJZMRq7vAaoWGaDlowAguiUiZJfzcNEQWvFy7L8_URViQAEol2G0WPsZqx8ik6QeUUmGr_z4FGjkQMWmZ3Ajyq_mzqJK_CMzIRlq4tYxlHpJlLjwihKEieGlWhsa0z8-gon48/s640/Screenshot-269.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I really wanted to be helpful and supportive, honest. But, I really couldn't be. Something strange was going on with Marina, that was for sure. I just have no idea what that could be. I've never seen a girl act so odd ever. Or me act so weird when I even try to mention her name.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, aren't you going to come? Please? Alex, we need all the help we can get."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">For a second I thought about maybe texting on my phone to him that I just saw her this morning. But, wouldn't that sound a little odd anyway? Why would he believe that she just came in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, months later, to see me? For some reason I didn't think I'd be able to even text it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But oh-of course. I had to go to work. That saved me from trying to look in vain for the non-lost Marina.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewTmiRkQtcdsTyhtljll9PIZb0mx-5PSvRCbEem4hHLtA46Wn40jS0n7rUGw9HnalKScd6LK6bngwHilnmbQnbHD4D7UI1Nljc2FOtE6qgWV-o-AhPIKJRiBZRIc2MgUNd5bNEDEFndo/s1600/Screenshot-270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewTmiRkQtcdsTyhtljll9PIZb0mx-5PSvRCbEem4hHLtA46Wn40jS0n7rUGw9HnalKScd6LK6bngwHilnmbQnbHD4D7UI1Nljc2FOtE6qgWV-o-AhPIKJRiBZRIc2MgUNd5bNEDEFndo/s640/Screenshot-270.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After work, I decided I wanted to go swimming in our local pool. It was feeling extra warm this evening-so why not take a dip? I wanted to get a load off from the current events. The roar of the water in my ears certainly seemed to make me think peacefully about my new situation- the girl of my dreams, Marina...it was all too much to take in.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I heard footsteps when I surfaced. I was pretty sure that I was the only one in. Technically the pool wasn't open at six, but I have my ways...</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGt_SH7ewdX7ZsKpT8M2WxldnZ9GPU3sORQNj-CHLOWkr4Whu9pSkvmtlELcfshfd_GVT1FrJ_rLpmGTTjz5e_BaxuCBVRgtsBstDxXO_r2la1IasJVYXEWqSvHZAH5vWZs7rwlm6lck0/s1600/Screenshot-272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGt_SH7ewdX7ZsKpT8M2WxldnZ9GPU3sORQNj-CHLOWkr4Whu9pSkvmtlELcfshfd_GVT1FrJ_rLpmGTTjz5e_BaxuCBVRgtsBstDxXO_r2la1IasJVYXEWqSvHZAH5vWZs7rwlm6lck0/s640/Screenshot-272.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I turned around and I instantly saw Marina. She playfully sat down and tossed her feet in the water, kicking and splashing ever so slightly. She was even wearing the bikini she wore early this morning, which didn't help matters too much.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Instinctively, I found myself swimming to her. She smiled a dirty smile.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello, Alex. I'm glad to see that you're here-"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She was here, even though Marshall and Jeff and the girls must still be looking for her. She couldn't possibly have been found-or she wouldn't have been here. At least that was my gut feeling.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDyZ4-lQLpt4V5FpL-Sn3oSDOuuo1vLK45yHUcoKQMucRm5pEEyZkKdxXpyusxGRVPIYqGr70iCmq8PuTaD04jTZkPAS6clJZolTSpeg4CLd2XgygT_w-RJGFK2yKbxm7yYPsZ_cszVo/s1600/Screenshot-273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDyZ4-lQLpt4V5FpL-Sn3oSDOuuo1vLK45yHUcoKQMucRm5pEEyZkKdxXpyusxGRVPIYqGr70iCmq8PuTaD04jTZkPAS6clJZolTSpeg4CLd2XgygT_w-RJGFK2yKbxm7yYPsZ_cszVo/s640/Screenshot-273.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She leaped up from her sitting position, backed up, and plugged her nose and cannonballed into the pool. I really wasn't expeting that, cause really she seems like the kind of girl that would be like this:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">'Uh, there is no way I am, like, totally going to mess up all my lovely hair. Just, just no way.'</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But, aparently I was wrong. You can be beautiful, not care about your hair, and yet having it look good all at the same time.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgipjS-ZsYqfebg-DobM24n7ZF9jOZUFjuriZU6sCAWXKuHeTQIBkJ-cAXan2UNdJRfG7LQpQ9lCnKw-s_56Uxr9kE2qrFtF0Gub48j9OgmwmfPl2d638BwK66icB-denMlB0ny5fGw8/s1600/Screenshot-274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgipjS-ZsYqfebg-DobM24n7ZF9jOZUFjuriZU6sCAWXKuHeTQIBkJ-cAXan2UNdJRfG7LQpQ9lCnKw-s_56Uxr9kE2qrFtF0Gub48j9OgmwmfPl2d638BwK66icB-denMlB0ny5fGw8/s640/Screenshot-274.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When she surfaced, a lot of her energy seemed to have been wiped away by the cannonball. Calmy, she layed back in the water and closed her eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found myself swimming to her. I really longed to tickle her toes.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1r9799PZXgJhdFc04k4oZTc5trdQ18RefmkeomJnQBc9CMox3ztWusLZRA5rUyyGtKxXnQ7zgaolCncHpy0bs7dVqpMe23xgqjtCFfAtwXl-6eTrfvSNPLqWqpa7wJhB7mBGrOdnkXK0/s1600/Screenshot-275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1r9799PZXgJhdFc04k4oZTc5trdQ18RefmkeomJnQBc9CMox3ztWusLZRA5rUyyGtKxXnQ7zgaolCncHpy0bs7dVqpMe23xgqjtCFfAtwXl-6eTrfvSNPLqWqpa7wJhB7mBGrOdnkXK0/s640/Screenshot-275.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But when I actually got to her, she quickly sprang out of the water as quickly as she went in. I followed suit. I stared at the water, in a daze. Calmy, she snuck up on me and squeezed me from behind just like what Stella did to Marshall the other day. A girl never held me like that before.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I found myself melting into her arms. They were tingly where her soft arms and fingers touched.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9WqjsiPCoqtb91m1INlBjS1oh4R47B49EmVwdcXAHTlW-IyeSs_w1xMrmKRukMadw0EVA_C9kiW15V-TRHG5ew-5hqet-NhTMMLT3aLeYEDqmI9x6ESodg_NrW4yVwJTMcS3j4tFPGY/s1600/Screenshot-276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9WqjsiPCoqtb91m1INlBjS1oh4R47B49EmVwdcXAHTlW-IyeSs_w1xMrmKRukMadw0EVA_C9kiW15V-TRHG5ew-5hqet-NhTMMLT3aLeYEDqmI9x6ESodg_NrW4yVwJTMcS3j4tFPGY/s640/Screenshot-276.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I turned around and without thinking held her for a minute. She put her hands on my chest. Our faces were very close. I could feel her moist breath on my face. It smelled-it smelled like...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Huh. Nothing.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You thought I was going to say mint? Well, you're mistaken. It definitly wasn't mint. It was the smell of the lack of a smell-if that makes sense.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, the lack of a smell in her breath wasn't really a bad thing (better than bad breath). My lips were centimeters from hers-and I realized this was it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Now, I know this is reality. I just came from work, then I was swimming. This is Marina. I am not in a dream, this is real. And it's actually going to happen. For real.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjtbCxaoFr-V1c3sPo34g4Z1zLMKDdpFnS6YKxR1T-ZiMdFS-2HHVqgOeaBwXjKIBnZhiOBTVfxb7wVxX0bnw3BYXIZRerBY11I7VvYX_FpNiEVca6O-v2-LvrH4g0zd5Z1YJn2eSHV8/s1600/Screenshot-278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjtbCxaoFr-V1c3sPo34g4Z1zLMKDdpFnS6YKxR1T-ZiMdFS-2HHVqgOeaBwXjKIBnZhiOBTVfxb7wVxX0bnw3BYXIZRerBY11I7VvYX_FpNiEVca6O-v2-LvrH4g0zd5Z1YJn2eSHV8/s640/Screenshot-278.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But at the last second an invisible wire pulled me from her. It was as if the desire for her ended again, right at the pull of a brain neuron. It didn't even feel like I was pulled from her physically, only mentally.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran from her. I did not want myself to change my mind. Changing my mind seems to be the only thing I do when she's in my sight.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
I just wanted to go to bed and forget this little encounter!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDExLIe3Wyn3Dhrnmp20bjUcow8bXWsxL7RtNfiw41ZiQqst6qWTALHzG93rqbCJgh3udEHGQwxjW7W2iuArlXZWGV1KYVH2Mewugyi896JpB7XhXgx4j679Tb-6AgwmUDdjklUNQDRY/s1600/Screenshot-283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDExLIe3Wyn3Dhrnmp20bjUcow8bXWsxL7RtNfiw41ZiQqst6qWTALHzG93rqbCJgh3udEHGQwxjW7W2iuArlXZWGV1KYVH2Mewugyi896JpB7XhXgx4j679Tb-6AgwmUDdjklUNQDRY/s640/Screenshot-283.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was swimming. Then, I saw her across the pool. She was searching-searching for someone. There were many guys at the pool, and clearly she was searching for one of us. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>This is exactly what happened to me the other day in that dream with her!</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And bam, I used her as a dream sign. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What shall I call her? Oh, of course. Lucid girl.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It is because of her that I now know how to lucid dream- and I was pretty sure that she would be the cause of many more to come. What other name would suit her better?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigibR0oYf_vTWXm9CTzIFiMVIPqo2NfgJBVpicKw1TDZoo1hi6A4zBsX-GLEjO_9JZRmI9VcV6TJa_WGWP-3uOTmpRNbg9EK0rVTTd_EQcgA8890F4xFE069k_00rrOwPALtLbg0hagI0/s1600/Screenshot-284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigibR0oYf_vTWXm9CTzIFiMVIPqo2NfgJBVpicKw1TDZoo1hi6A4zBsX-GLEjO_9JZRmI9VcV6TJa_WGWP-3uOTmpRNbg9EK0rVTTd_EQcgA8890F4xFE069k_00rrOwPALtLbg0hagI0/s640/Screenshot-284.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I saw she spotted who she wanted. She spotted me. She started to walk to the pool, and I swam over to her as fast as I could.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VRKp4mnO8nBhDHuETlfp4AQBxXFaleTdXBaYSlwF2hmZKWnEuwxSnMrGPxE_L-tQL_-zNyjaSZpK9tSsxD0uff7RWxumz3w6-BmdxxpkEVy_kKooVRT32zOGuTTmp9zNPJ4xYIy9VXI/s1600/Screenshot-285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VRKp4mnO8nBhDHuETlfp4AQBxXFaleTdXBaYSlwF2hmZKWnEuwxSnMrGPxE_L-tQL_-zNyjaSZpK9tSsxD0uff7RWxumz3w6-BmdxxpkEVy_kKooVRT32zOGuTTmp9zNPJ4xYIy9VXI/s640/Screenshot-285.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, I was out of the pool and we were in the gazebo high up away from everyone else.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What is your name?" She smiled widely, sinfully.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her question was one that I wasn't expecting for just any old dream character (yes, that is what a person is called in a dream).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-my name is Alex Evans."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well-thank you Alex Evans."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My name sounded strangely sweet coming from her lips. I longed for her to say my name once more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, but Alex. That is a waste of time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked down sad that she didn't like me...</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfZkOH1pOd5u3ALsPh-qGS13W_5qBEkmLqHTh3ZjXsCuEKmS-1K_C1ahu2JOfw02w5Z_ihO0bzI-0gaUw29xoRsnxjusVcBeTzKz_4aezDxFrYq5tXM62k9hUEseyRc48ZHZ4lgr6cfs/s1600/Screenshot-286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfZkOH1pOd5u3ALsPh-qGS13W_5qBEkmLqHTh3ZjXsCuEKmS-1K_C1ahu2JOfw02w5Z_ihO0bzI-0gaUw29xoRsnxjusVcBeTzKz_4aezDxFrYq5tXM62k9hUEseyRc48ZHZ4lgr6cfs/s640/Screenshot-286.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, clearly that's not what she meant. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes her lips were on mine before I had a moment to think. It was a strangely sweet sensation. I felt an <em>intense </em>glow in my stomach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Huh, my first kiss and it's not even in the real world...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was all I had time to think of because before our kiss lasted any longer than three seconds, everything faded...</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsS8ZJII-pRENLcU17yW_lIJgfcKzVG6nuAVdygXObrWEJai63uV6eO1IuWoAkhjd5OeiPFO67z8nWulHcN6MD7HVDKKT0RDwBtLhHUXmD7opr1PZ77MFLjWl_imvq5HNWJJXW-nnq_c/s1600/Screenshot-287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsS8ZJII-pRENLcU17yW_lIJgfcKzVG6nuAVdygXObrWEJai63uV6eO1IuWoAkhjd5OeiPFO67z8nWulHcN6MD7HVDKKT0RDwBtLhHUXmD7opr1PZ77MFLjWl_imvq5HNWJJXW-nnq_c/s640/Screenshot-287.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the time the kiss was over meaning the dream was too, I just kept my eyes firmly shut.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Can't I just be back there for like twenty more minutes?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I read about one version of a lucid dream where you could go back into a lucid dream you just had, which is called WILD- wake initiated lucid dream. Instead of just finding out that you're dreaming in the middle of the dream, with this type you know instantly that you're dreaming once you land in the dream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I stared at my alarm clock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Gah! Only 5:30? What's wrong with my sleeping schedule lately?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, there is one thing I knew for sure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I have got to kiss me another girl again, and soon.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just hope that that is the sensation of a real kiss- a nice, hard glow in your stomach, soft lips touching...Everything. Well, there is one thing I know for sure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I</em> do <em>want to find out.</em></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-61292052983246095412011-05-23T19:50:00.000-07:002011-05-23T19:50:23.642-07:00Chapter 10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoA6kLPtZ2W_QiPaIsrV_7HySZ3-02Udtyf1J3f7K5GK0RNMa1U4nx1YuYuXYhTjANs8kloUDgxtEjU9-5zntZXwDRJb_7eeUG73F4PE-kCywPK2SA0ofIpsTr4le65pJNbi9_nyqrlg/s1600/Screenshot-246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoA6kLPtZ2W_QiPaIsrV_7HySZ3-02Udtyf1J3f7K5GK0RNMa1U4nx1YuYuXYhTjANs8kloUDgxtEjU9-5zntZXwDRJb_7eeUG73F4PE-kCywPK2SA0ofIpsTr4le65pJNbi9_nyqrlg/s640/Screenshot-246.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to get up. Unfortuanatly, I am a very light sleeper. And I heard a noise which I later insinuated to be the doorbell. I looked at the clock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Who would be at the door at this hour?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was three am. I didn't exactly want to get up, but it's not like Jeff or Marshall were going to. They weren't going to get up if they heard it, and not even that is likely. So of course, I had to put on some clothes. I can't exactly show up to the door with my underpants on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The person answering the door would be like "oh ma freakin gawd". Yeah, can't let that happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't even remember a single dream. Yeah, I guess that can happen when you're rudely awoken.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanz2MG7KBnGdxNe2b83CKCHZMgTNDLnt1t5dp35I-BHN_Nku-J6ePgEAu6IWibiNAOtbCdM-LgYq1diGV0RtreYDBJlAOKBHium6n5_w1qEMk2N5IuqCTQndGR2FPXe3m5KxIaFDByeg/s1600/Screenshot-247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanz2MG7KBnGdxNe2b83CKCHZMgTNDLnt1t5dp35I-BHN_Nku-J6ePgEAu6IWibiNAOtbCdM-LgYq1diGV0RtreYDBJlAOKBHium6n5_w1qEMk2N5IuqCTQndGR2FPXe3m5KxIaFDByeg/s640/Screenshot-247.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I answered the door and to my extreme astonishment, it was Marina. I hadn't seen her in like three months. I pretty much thought she was history, even though my friends are still dating Trista and Stella. They never were around too much with them when I was around, and if they were, there was never any mention of Marina. I mean, she was sending loud and clear, silent signals that she didn't want to be with me. And why would she? I made a total fool out of myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh...um, come in Marina."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I did my best to not act surprised, but that was pretty difficult.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKrlQyzs4FVak5Mep76dEyrDLBOCGr-YG6IQd2f0P1ErlXRSU_dSXsCM7BBXuxA8Lx-ZJkEUznMKQ6yGa8cTiLPopFnUbw98f2mmkIZcmMInB3ZRgmi84e-r7qsTWMQ_jiJCl7TIyTpc/s1600/Screenshot-249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKrlQyzs4FVak5Mep76dEyrDLBOCGr-YG6IQd2f0P1ErlXRSU_dSXsCM7BBXuxA8Lx-ZJkEUznMKQ6yGa8cTiLPopFnUbw98f2mmkIZcmMInB3ZRgmi84e-r7qsTWMQ_jiJCl7TIyTpc/s640/Screenshot-249.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, hey Alex. I missed you so much! I'm sorry I haven't kept in contact with you..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was lured in by her magnetic pull, and she hugged me tight. She had a certain smell that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But she pulled away too quickly for me to get a good whiff of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, it's okay Marina. I'm just glad you're here now. That's what matters."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes Alex, that's all that matters. Come. Take a walk with me. Oh-and change into your trunks."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did just as she said without question. I didn't even think of asking her about her strange suggestion. I just did it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB_P2_GLU3cu3nsFwS5RisOMg-EmzFK2oaCx2ex1YtSCTatAQI7y2Vy7Rzq6DNSG3bw37bMnBDNpq1WMtqAU6oHqWoP5hW_PHd57ij_a8O7zvd0tkd8m-7psOmLynheaUxGjZDGiad94/s1600/Screenshot-250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB_P2_GLU3cu3nsFwS5RisOMg-EmzFK2oaCx2ex1YtSCTatAQI7y2Vy7Rzq6DNSG3bw37bMnBDNpq1WMtqAU6oHqWoP5hW_PHd57ij_a8O7zvd0tkd8m-7psOmLynheaUxGjZDGiad94/s640/Screenshot-250.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She drove us to the beach, where she quickly took my hand so we could walk. The night was beautiful, and she even glowed a little bit. I swear, she did. I swear.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't even care that it was April and there was a chill in the air. Her hand was surprisingly cold, and yet she didn't have any goose bumps and she didn't shiver. I would've liked to wear all of my clothes, but I didn't really have any desire to. It was like I thought of leaving to put on some clothes, but instantly my thoughts of that were stopped.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtybhL5IL5uaLe5uIFyExDH5A1XgXUeVNhUWJHzTg7fBE-V2tsc4fMafsm2hc1faC2UEJ5zgYUufkEcW4WuZPDQXtp9oIFwLnfnUBkx7OpnYk5AzOwAIw5Kw2D6aSW73KpEP1ljuaB0sA/s1600/Screenshot-253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtybhL5IL5uaLe5uIFyExDH5A1XgXUeVNhUWJHzTg7fBE-V2tsc4fMafsm2hc1faC2UEJ5zgYUufkEcW4WuZPDQXtp9oIFwLnfnUBkx7OpnYk5AzOwAIw5Kw2D6aSW73KpEP1ljuaB0sA/s640/Screenshot-253.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then we arrived at a hot tub. I remember this exact hot tub as a kid. My mom would tell me the story about her and dad. While near this exact hot tub, my dad proposed to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slowly, she eased herself into the hot tub. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey come on in Alex, join me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was alluring, her voice had a certain tone to it that I didn't quite understand. I just wanted to obey. And I admit, that I was staring at her behind more than I should have. But once it sank into the hot tub, I just obeyed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW65aadidHA4sxUj4kjxIyJkyYjbNUYakmdJKVPSiwxGqo2Sqi5UxJqHOSRV7N_5gp3NzXP8dsxOc-cLBRa7y762GH1PeA-nMOXpTADIuWe7tJdV0AAUk8PvFv58u08khFMVmsWFnfRI0/s1600/Screenshot-254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW65aadidHA4sxUj4kjxIyJkyYjbNUYakmdJKVPSiwxGqo2Sqi5UxJqHOSRV7N_5gp3NzXP8dsxOc-cLBRa7y762GH1PeA-nMOXpTADIuWe7tJdV0AAUk8PvFv58u08khFMVmsWFnfRI0/s640/Screenshot-254.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was pretty awkward in the hot tub. She just kept staring at me, and I just sort of stared at the bubbles, as each one popped. I counted the bubbles. I watched the foam move in the hot tub. I just didn't want to think of her extreme presence right next to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She had the radio on (for some reason, the radio was just randomly there when we arrived. I've never seen it there before).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The tune was metalically, the rhythym was amazing, unlike anything I've ever heard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marina was getting impatient.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, come on baby. I didn't get up in the middle of the night just to sit next to you in the hot tub."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I almost wanted to do as she said. But something stopped me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rvmuJ5A12XWgBaJU1KZaNpAPhxW9ix2j0YuvX5eSO-idGjeH2mkQKm3wQE2H59FV0hw1FMDm9BvscKLKD8FzzYh1OxoqEPzTyAO6XuoSAljfvOXYMkjXwwd7WFO2cYrJPQhVeqY9bcU/s1600/Screenshot-255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rvmuJ5A12XWgBaJU1KZaNpAPhxW9ix2j0YuvX5eSO-idGjeH2mkQKm3wQE2H59FV0hw1FMDm9BvscKLKD8FzzYh1OxoqEPzTyAO6XuoSAljfvOXYMkjXwwd7WFO2cYrJPQhVeqY9bcU/s640/Screenshot-255.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got out of the hot tub, leaving her there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, why are you leaving? We were only just getting started?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just ignored her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leaving her presence, I gained the ability to just run away from her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Why was I even just with her? What was I doing? Why did I see in her?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went home to bed, where I should have stayed before. Quickly, I fell asleep.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5MDIES9DeuaY-c1X86EwZkfZ8_hk4Ve4UGxQ3tb4AF6O9ioWlEtZ3R-TlpZ4LYelRekpN8_JpiRA1Qc3rDMrPjYiUOPvbQvAM77wY2qAtMqCijhcoOdMQ3aCjjlRA4FaKo_8GhSkHqk/s1600/space+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5MDIES9DeuaY-c1X86EwZkfZ8_hk4Ve4UGxQ3tb4AF6O9ioWlEtZ3R-TlpZ4LYelRekpN8_JpiRA1Qc3rDMrPjYiUOPvbQvAM77wY2qAtMqCijhcoOdMQ3aCjjlRA4FaKo_8GhSkHqk/s640/space+4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was walking and walking, and it was pitch black besides some stars. They glistend as I continued to walk through the black. I walked without thinking, I was just walking. I have never been so devoid of thought. I just wanted to get to some unknown place.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavm7CcmGdmQHvRGxggmdCozqetgS5i45cTzbXiiVI6lFatpkMTG-an9hZqqKI-EpGHzl1_tG-yx_CxFtK9FbaGpDmbhWxOD8GaUcpX0E4PlAeJ5KblzT5A6qGxevQCPeGK4s1Ze0KZRE/s1600/space+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavm7CcmGdmQHvRGxggmdCozqetgS5i45cTzbXiiVI6lFatpkMTG-an9hZqqKI-EpGHzl1_tG-yx_CxFtK9FbaGpDmbhWxOD8GaUcpX0E4PlAeJ5KblzT5A6qGxevQCPeGK4s1Ze0KZRE/s640/space+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I suddenly stopped, and I decided to look down. It then came to me where I was. I was just walking in space.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Hey wait, that's not possible! I can't wlak in space!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMlj6uUv_oAUWIxklqBqLzbZz0Qq7iOfLLiaHWKJWJCIIkNGEeCSWgtoJp-FCAaZQFCC6BfixNLQldXQgVEXlAfqRvNgZAKNN3prTcPrXpLqaoDWPQqTYYhELzPxYyzWB7hWqwaA6XTc/s1600/space+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMlj6uUv_oAUWIxklqBqLzbZz0Qq7iOfLLiaHWKJWJCIIkNGEeCSWgtoJp-FCAaZQFCC6BfixNLQldXQgVEXlAfqRvNgZAKNN3prTcPrXpLqaoDWPQqTYYhELzPxYyzWB7hWqwaA6XTc/s640/space+3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to fall and fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh no. I'm in space and I'm falling. What will I do now? How will I reach Earth?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Earth's image was shrinking and shrinking in the background.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>How will I ever make it back to Earth?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was falling so fast I couldn't make out anything anymore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I have to say goodbye to everything now. Goodbye life. Grandpa was right. I will always be a faliure. twenty-two and never been kissed-now that just sounds pitiful.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKUhXKq3Zjii2o_Rsi26RNoaR-N6BSEBoTt_RPuQdif5NGDT97BPlx7iAf_brNLqwxxIIrZu31GWB4Bvg_bZ39KLPvavrwwJncOkWb4sxe9iEPuKmxFMU7sIQwlZ8GjboPnxhiuWDtLE/s1600/space+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKUhXKq3Zjii2o_Rsi26RNoaR-N6BSEBoTt_RPuQdif5NGDT97BPlx7iAf_brNLqwxxIIrZu31GWB4Bvg_bZ39KLPvavrwwJncOkWb4sxe9iEPuKmxFMU7sIQwlZ8GjboPnxhiuWDtLE/s640/space+6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then, I made out an image way above me very clearly. It was a girl, but not just any girl.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my god. It's </em>her. <em>She has come for me!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was flying gracefully, I saw no signs of her tumbing to a never ending death as me, she flew as well as a hawk.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-g0G9mZT8o6K3E1_zUpEFBktozfaw530b9iMtFC5uzgxT3kBHnlNgwSYaroOwxvgV0KI2qNgBH7MbskPy6hbCYzx4MXSTBY5Oe7AUa0_9V8UDunZRU87VabgQcOgcPMWGhWMaAZrrpI/s1600/space+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="504" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-g0G9mZT8o6K3E1_zUpEFBktozfaw530b9iMtFC5uzgxT3kBHnlNgwSYaroOwxvgV0KI2qNgBH7MbskPy6hbCYzx4MXSTBY5Oe7AUa0_9V8UDunZRU87VabgQcOgcPMWGhWMaAZrrpI/s640/space+5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quickly, she caught up to me. I lost sight of her, and before I knew it she was there. She took my hand and saved me from my neverending death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her grip was reassuring. I knew I was safe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Don't worry, I will keep you safe. You are fine now.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was genuinly reassured by her words. I full heartedly believed her.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiermVULDkzVrh683sQNU7IC8nfgDKUVeXD-LbOwyvOWlZqVZECE3-4wfUnAM5Iyc7rQRYbyADIWl2XEsVU44u_bEhEHw_LqzY5-Q82sRd-rDq5gEfsuUhyphenhyphenbfagCMVuh9rstecmZplisoA/s1600/space+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiermVULDkzVrh683sQNU7IC8nfgDKUVeXD-LbOwyvOWlZqVZECE3-4wfUnAM5Iyc7rQRYbyADIWl2XEsVU44u_bEhEHw_LqzY5-Q82sRd-rDq5gEfsuUhyphenhyphenbfagCMVuh9rstecmZplisoA/s640/space+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon, she let go of my hand, and she showed me how she flew. And I started to fly without falling. Next to her, I knew I would be alright. She wouldn't let me fall again.<br />
But, I was skeptical.<em> How can I possibly fly?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh Alex, it's ok. You can fly because this is my dream."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>How does she know my name? Why does she say that this is her dream? How can this be a dream?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, I assure you this is a dream. We're in space. How did we get here? You don't know, do you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought about it, and I realized I didn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And you're breathing. If this was real life, you wouldn't be able to breathe in this harsh environment. You would already be dead. And we're flying."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But then why was I able to walk in the beginning?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Because you thought you could. In dreams, you can only do what you think you can do. If you question why, then chances are it won't work anymore. You just do it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, get out of my head-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one smart person of my dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So that's why I started to fall only after I realized it wasn't possible.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwgHIy2beIfFeY-a1MJmhCzKB7Y8Huqw0HhPN_ce0QMtZPz7LZGVS_J3zWG9n77I8R9O8r-FyyuBdyye6WF7RC1w_A5nOVS-p9EvlyOk8gI88vK95wRzmPTLRwNaUbUAT4fKIxDbEP5Q/s1600/space+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwgHIy2beIfFeY-a1MJmhCzKB7Y8Huqw0HhPN_ce0QMtZPz7LZGVS_J3zWG9n77I8R9O8r-FyyuBdyye6WF7RC1w_A5nOVS-p9EvlyOk8gI88vK95wRzmPTLRwNaUbUAT4fKIxDbEP5Q/s640/space+7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's right, Alex. You only fell because you realized it wasn't possible. You are well on your way to lucid dreams."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-lucid dreams?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes. You now realize that this is a dream and not reality. That is called a lucid dream. You should look it up."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, I noticed the moon in the distance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come-let us go check out the moon. We will be able to jump there. Though of course you could even do that here. But it's much easier to do that there since you're new at lucid dreaming. It's all in what you believe. Don't you forget that. And, remember to always question where you are. That is the key to lucid dreaming. Remember. Promise me you'll remember?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, of course."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I genuinly wanted to listen to her. We continued to fly to the moon, but the dream faded.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8TbpFpxDZL24jRxZlrFSWktq3upv2dlKJLhp_ifpHvL0_fcGJxGQQc3oInJNzfInVCHZlBGhIle4Yf7CG4A7cLa6Cbj58rbvCmHMMHKBolAWQ5TnksTXTxriH61jJc9rnSoN9QT2Rh8/s1600/Screenshot-263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8TbpFpxDZL24jRxZlrFSWktq3upv2dlKJLhp_ifpHvL0_fcGJxGQQc3oInJNzfInVCHZlBGhIle4Yf7CG4A7cLa6Cbj58rbvCmHMMHKBolAWQ5TnksTXTxriH61jJc9rnSoN9QT2Rh8/s640/Screenshot-263.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt myself stir awake. But I kept my eyes shut. I figured that if I didn't open them, the reality wouldn't leave me, or more like, my fake reality: the dream world. I wanted to be back with her. But no. I was back to my plain, normal life. *Sigh*.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, what she said really got to me. She made me...what was the word she used? Yes, <em>lucid </em>for the first time. I never even thought about that. I never thought it was possible that I could ever know that I was dreaming while in the dream. She pointed out something totally new to me that I never knew before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And now, there will be more quality to my dream 'hobby!' I can try to get some more lucid dreams. I could do anything!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was about time I did some research. Who cares about a dream dictionary when I could have fun in my actual dreams, if only I could become aware in my dreams!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRof3lK68Td3CjFBVPzDc1fG4wH0ttyO3NqeFgy_Luy2QB6MH7HtoDg3-Eznigj5V9RP3f46tdPDMdDMl4Gn7xwpBedc7bv_cbtyQNknfHvmyRK_ON5watnUomV_20PKORT718jLBlwQ0/s1600/Screenshot-264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRof3lK68Td3CjFBVPzDc1fG4wH0ttyO3NqeFgy_Luy2QB6MH7HtoDg3-Eznigj5V9RP3f46tdPDMdDMl4Gn7xwpBedc7bv_cbtyQNknfHvmyRK_ON5watnUomV_20PKORT718jLBlwQ0/s640/Screenshot-264.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I started my research. There was a lot on google on the subject.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I found the exact defininition of it to be as follows:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>Lucid dreaming means dreaming while knowing that you are dreaming. The term was coined by </em></span><a href="http://lucidity.com/vanEeden.html"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>Frederik van Eeden</em></span></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em> who used the word "lucid" in the sense of mental clarity. Lucidity usually begins in the midst of a dream when the dreamer realizes that the experience is not occurring in physical reality, but is a dream.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Aparently dream control and lucid dreaming are different.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Lucidity is not synonymous with dream control. It is possible to be lucid and have little control over dream content, and conversely, to have a great deal of control without being explicitly aware that you are dreaming. However, becoming lucid in a dream is likely to increase the extent to which you can deliberately influence the course of events. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And the good news: lucid dreaming can be learned.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>Lucid dreaming is a skill you can develop, like learning a new language. A few individuals may have an innate talent for achieving lucidity, yet even they can benefit from instruction and practice in making the most of their lucid dreams. Many more people experience lucidity as a rare spontaneous event, but need training to enjoy lucid dreams at will. The best predictor of success with lucid dreaming is the ability to remember dreams.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1oweF83sA8kXdDUojIpKMT0NJhvBHqvNsQ_sDec-s-WQ1H9P35LL7TraXfnxG3Bwou3UZTbRqEBPBinD3hHLpJMWVG5lGzZRlv32E1qm6pIsPOHwqEMlJdbUlBbsXrv-hJwN43WkuEs/s1600/Screenshot-265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1oweF83sA8kXdDUojIpKMT0NJhvBHqvNsQ_sDec-s-WQ1H9P35LL7TraXfnxG3Bwou3UZTbRqEBPBinD3hHLpJMWVG5lGzZRlv32E1qm6pIsPOHwqEMlJdbUlBbsXrv-hJwN43WkuEs/s640/Screenshot-265.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued to google everything about lucid dreaming. There was so much information about them it was insane. It was getting pretty late (about time that Marshall and Jeff may be getting up on their own, ha ha!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>Another dream-recall related exercise introduced in EWLD and further developed in A Course in Lucid Dreaming is identifying "dreamsigns." This term, coined by LaBerge, refers to elements of dreams that indicate that you are dreaming. (Examples: miraculous flight, purple cats, malfunctioning devices, and meeting deceased people.) By studying your dreams you can become familiar with your own personal dreamsigns and set your mind to recognize them and become lucid in future dreams. The <b>Course</b> also provides exercises for noticing dreamsigns while you are awake, so that the skill carries over into your dreams.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And oh joy, I can aquire lucid dreams more easily in naps during the day! Music to my ears.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQISWWGac4TfUkRX9PVUeU5fdI_RyHmBTXlOJbEZvxaErXBx5i0hsmUikpRX16TdUndTbTBXGt1ynZBVj75uBcrbS4IbRnWnOT-z44BPJyTrdLn3D9Y2pKllfpPy74kdICVkz13kF5q7Q/s1600/Screenshot-266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQISWWGac4TfUkRX9PVUeU5fdI_RyHmBTXlOJbEZvxaErXBx5i0hsmUikpRX16TdUndTbTBXGt1ynZBVj75uBcrbS4IbRnWnOT-z44BPJyTrdLn3D9Y2pKllfpPy74kdICVkz13kF5q7Q/s640/Screenshot-266.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Just as I thought, Jeff was awake which probably also meant that Marshall was.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But he ran into my room out of breath which startled me. Naturally. I was sad to look up from my laptop, but worried at the expression on Jeff's face. This wasn't a joke.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex! Marina...is missing."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My eyes bugged out of my head.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Marina, missing? But I just saw her early this morning?</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">All of this information about lucid dreams is quite true. I've had a lot of lucid dreams before, and I would also like to say that the girl in his dreams is me, my simself. She is how I would be in my dreams. I know it's weird, and you'll see how weird I truly am! LOL. Anyway, I put myself in the story because I am very good at lucid dreaming (had over a hundred, easy), so I figured I'd be the perfect character to convey this dreaming information to Alex. I don't know how anyone else sees it that well-just me, so it seemed fitting to me.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I hope you will try to lucid dream yourself. It is very fun, quite unreal. Have you ever had a lucid dream before?</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-16228583478786465242011-05-18T20:32:00.001-07:002011-05-18T20:32:32.660-07:00AnnouncementHello readers! I have a little announcement.<br />
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So my story is quite far along, and what's happened in the story? He likes dreams now, and he still doesn't have a girlfriend.<br />
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I know not much has really happened yet, but please just bare with me. I guess in the beginning I tend to give it a lot of fluff. Stuff should be happening pretty soon, and one of that "stuff" is something you won't even expect. I so utterly believe this that I would bet money. Seriously. So please just stick around!<br />
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Comments on my story? :P I feel like I get so few of those. LOL.Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-84214316153601208762011-05-18T18:46:00.000-07:002011-05-18T18:46:34.824-07:00Chapter 9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlQMVpaod6DBLNMAG_AcKFnj-xakD5OLOVhu5lMEybKK_ELMlA1sS7305Kkbv0v6E3p-O2oDHQsqa3cxJzW_QRsxLhePSssPfJR1gUI7lzXZaP-OgRZ5aRdxejrdFI5nQJyNccKrwspI/s1600/Screenshot-198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlQMVpaod6DBLNMAG_AcKFnj-xakD5OLOVhu5lMEybKK_ELMlA1sS7305Kkbv0v6E3p-O2oDHQsqa3cxJzW_QRsxLhePSssPfJR1gUI7lzXZaP-OgRZ5aRdxejrdFI5nQJyNccKrwspI/s640/Screenshot-198.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was walking. And walking. Then after that I walked some more. I was in a dry, desolate desert. It was completly lifeless. Ahead of me was a very large dune, and a single rock, the only landscape miles ahead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Why am I even here? How did I get here?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I vaguely remembered what happened..<em> yes, yes. It was a crash. An airplane crash. And I was the only survivor. I've been walking for days and days,</em> so I ended up arriving here.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vaRG_bS0tnROs1Q8t6P_1QKl6en4zoSt7v9AdwA2dDzsV0lZ6IPjagJj7fTJzpA-DvZ435sl_GGs2o7YymsZZ2pNVL6JNI-rLmr2M9Y9kpGyslyan4xBvmkkgdrPZPJZ6DgrsYktVNI/s1600/Screenshot-199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vaRG_bS0tnROs1Q8t6P_1QKl6en4zoSt7v9AdwA2dDzsV0lZ6IPjagJj7fTJzpA-DvZ435sl_GGs2o7YymsZZ2pNVL6JNI-rLmr2M9Y9kpGyslyan4xBvmkkgdrPZPJZ6DgrsYktVNI/s640/Screenshot-199.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I leaned down to look at my feet. My aching feet. I didn't even recall the last time that I wasn't walking. It felt like I was walking for days on end and nothing more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh gosh, I definitly feel some blisters coming on. If only I could stop! But I just can't.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And to think I wasn't even looking at the road! Surely that meant civilization!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ5pg8CAwDUczqRLvRd8V4akiV_ZCZKnvbqQin4Fbkh7ONoK4MhQM9CTlT9wcY9FMXi39AGDUbqM6sigXqpC2NpKVsyDcBJpm4DyINL3JU4WmKlqJ3TuCCdXCIaEWlaispw35M-QogQ0/s1600/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ5pg8CAwDUczqRLvRd8V4akiV_ZCZKnvbqQin4Fbkh7ONoK4MhQM9CTlT9wcY9FMXi39AGDUbqM6sigXqpC2NpKVsyDcBJpm4DyINL3JU4WmKlqJ3TuCCdXCIaEWlaispw35M-QogQ0/s640/Screenshot-200.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I turned my head and I saw paradise, complete with water! Boy was I thirsty, and sweating up bullets. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my llama! It's a miracle! It's beautiful! Finally, fresh water, and I can cool down! Oh, how I'd love to cool down!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gJgKMtxIBhk-lSW8kJ2Z_ZNITSJg0-zqsA56MbV9UQpiVkv05OK-GQjr_v4T_xoR-6QXZSnI0NCSv5CaLr1ysZJTlxoPR0Lr8N6Wmjz634KvH23eRz-LL36tnREWXsVUZZWaxVget3M/s1600/Screenshot-201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gJgKMtxIBhk-lSW8kJ2Z_ZNITSJg0-zqsA56MbV9UQpiVkv05OK-GQjr_v4T_xoR-6QXZSnI0NCSv5CaLr1ysZJTlxoPR0Lr8N6Wmjz634KvH23eRz-LL36tnREWXsVUZZWaxVget3M/s640/Screenshot-201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked up to the little strip of paradise, and it surprisingly didn't disappear. It was still there in front of me. It was a dream (well, that's what I was thinking, really), there were such beautiful flowers and towering palm trees. And the greenest grass I've ever seen. But that's not what I was interested in. I wanted to go in the water.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, the dream could have been worse. Though I was so hot (yeah, it felt like I had sweat droplets on my forehead and everything), and so aching...Of course I loved teh dream overall, I mean, a tiny little paradise in the middle of a dry desert? Epic! And it wasn't even a mirage. The water just felt so incredibly nice...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I still want her to be in my dream again. No dream could ever surpass the feeling I had in that dream.</div><em> .</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: white; font-size: small;">To dream that you are walking through a desert, signifies loss and misfortune. You may be suffering from an attack on your reputation. Deserts are also symbolic of barrenness, loneliness and feelings of isolation and hopelessness. The desert landscape may also be a metaphor for feeling deserted and left behind.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Well, the first part was definitly wrong. My rep is the same as it always has been. But loneliness? Um, yeah. I like my whole semi dream hobby thing, but it doesn't exactly cure my feeling of loneliness. Do I feel deserted and left behind? I guess. Jeff and Marshall have been 'getting lucky' lately with their girlfriends. But I can't see it lasting forever. I'm surprised that they are still going out.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">I knew not to look up 'mirage' since technically the paradise wasn't a mirage, it really was there. But I'm sure that would represent false thoughts or something. But since it didn't disappear....Ow, my head hurts. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU8QS_Oqrmow3JVhyphenhyphenkGVUaoAqC_WNvLGSgvbk15hWvQKHSWcL5cy5IVZttn4CSFKiZAcQ8ZKBmuB_GcrkuDpYEOg_qYBy9xkojhpm77xUG_DCONoUDS4Z2vZW_Yd0ZaCPxBT7skVDj7M/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU8QS_Oqrmow3JVhyphenhyphenkGVUaoAqC_WNvLGSgvbk15hWvQKHSWcL5cy5IVZttn4CSFKiZAcQ8ZKBmuB_GcrkuDpYEOg_qYBy9xkojhpm77xUG_DCONoUDS4Z2vZW_Yd0ZaCPxBT7skVDj7M/s640/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided that I should make us some breakfast. I didn't really feel like making pancakes, or waffles or the like, I am just not in the mood. Just another boring day in the life of me. Woo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, hey, hey! Come on down you guys!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I don't wake them up now, then they'll just sleep till noon. But I can't let them do that, now can I? Besides, it's 8:30. It's not <em>that</em> early. Besides, they always come down when I tell them to. They're pretty much good at that. <em>Pretty</em> much. At least they have to be.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JDWs1E72XYdm0APDjkQY2RDki0m5JqxGFamVXDvxRa99JizDufrHUH0yOa3Xs5Jk8bqyJdDUlNTejxAHK_zS9wE6C5fefGIEhT7B2VF6-6q4JcGevDDe77L9xqVQHmGRix75HiUSLDM/s1600/Screenshot-225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JDWs1E72XYdm0APDjkQY2RDki0m5JqxGFamVXDvxRa99JizDufrHUH0yOa3Xs5Jk8bqyJdDUlNTejxAHK_zS9wE6C5fefGIEhT7B2VF6-6q4JcGevDDe77L9xqVQHmGRix75HiUSLDM/s640/Screenshot-225.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, Marshall was down pretty quickly. Dressed and everything. It doesn't take much to put a beanie on and to slip on a sweatshirt jacket (and yet, he doesn't look ugly).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall is usually pretty good with being woken up (lucky for me he's a light sleeper, so he has no problem hearing me yell to him).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Good morning sleepy head!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gah, I love rubbing it in!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, yes...good morning <em>Alex.</em>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He tends to have grudges when I wake him up. But I just go with it. It's so awesome to be the first up! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So glad you can make it!! Your cereal is ready for you to de-vour!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love being like this in the morning! It's not that I'm a morning person, more like I am more of a morning person than my friends so I can rub it in.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrut0Mc8CFAFJPHvw8OWj82-PwxUHzo_R1dQi0E30ww9RtIiPQ8SEGUSzbPZYMj1s43YL43jIVJB30vd6jcDW0OvxbG0BE6ZYqHGqTlZ505df9FFh0yXBTsTyZRGpAoIh8WeViaJ5ncpg/s1600/Screenshot-226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrut0Mc8CFAFJPHvw8OWj82-PwxUHzo_R1dQi0E30ww9RtIiPQ8SEGUSzbPZYMj1s43YL43jIVJB30vd6jcDW0OvxbG0BE6ZYqHGqTlZ505df9FFh0yXBTsTyZRGpAoIh8WeViaJ5ncpg/s640/Screenshot-226.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well...this is nice, thanks for breakfast Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being the more considerate one of the group, Marshall tends to thank me when I make food (almost for every meal...) even if he's not excited about it. He's most likely thanking, <em>gee thanks for pouring me cereal Alex. I most certainly couldn't have done that myself.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um..yeah, no problem..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall is too nice for his own good sometimes.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56rK2K9Q_jap2n8EkWEunMZYl3m-3d77n62hNUxHv4RMp11yEy6pg1PM5FGP3cZXwIl5OphtiqlZBn1CGm4jxw0hSRxPOZRwpceDv86UmRCR8vpKnTtTmiOsEoX5CLynzsTPKTAmJ8Cc/s1600/Screenshot-227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56rK2K9Q_jap2n8EkWEunMZYl3m-3d77n62hNUxHv4RMp11yEy6pg1PM5FGP3cZXwIl5OphtiqlZBn1CGm4jxw0hSRxPOZRwpceDv86UmRCR8vpKnTtTmiOsEoX5CLynzsTPKTAmJ8Cc/s640/Screenshot-227.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then came Marshall, a little bit later, but at least he was here. He has...never been good at concealing his sleepiness. Clearly he was extra sleepy today, his eyes were so strange. He is sometimes a drama queen anyway. But at least he was fully dressed, and didn't come down in his boxers.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4H12mWr4KJyxGlEPSqlEiOu4qlIsdip4UJcgM6cys_ggOL2mYCsBzvsPs0K8h6j_fDeq3V8aIzK9lGwxHH0VPNHCtCpR-8BDYQU__wzKCviZ-rV-T7F9AFJ2ojfrAHQJnQdST3Ycip4/s1600/Screenshot-228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4H12mWr4KJyxGlEPSqlEiOu4qlIsdip4UJcgM6cys_ggOL2mYCsBzvsPs0K8h6j_fDeq3V8aIzK9lGwxHH0VPNHCtCpR-8BDYQU__wzKCviZ-rV-T7F9AFJ2ojfrAHQJnQdST3Ycip4/s640/Screenshot-228.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, so thanks for waking me up. Alex. You could've at least waited till ten to wake me. But <em>no. </em>You always insist on waking us up when <em>you're</em> ready for us to be up!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though that comment did sound rude/mean, I just can't take it seriously. Not only is he being a drama queen and exagerating it, but when he's sleepy, he takes it out on me or Marshall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Glad to see you're up too, Jeff! Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or was it a bad dream?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What did a dream have to do with him being sleepy? I don't know. I am always thinking about my dreams, so sometimes it slips into my speech... I haven't even told them yet about my dream thing. They....would...be quite judgemental about it.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNLHh4xiGT3gsZToJjI83Xe9dfOQGuhesLPgPHjZUJcBhzux_mXohm1ECky8s2ZZiho0hm_xoYXYNcjNz-e4Ard8Ae1V5QKjgsk6hu8AzTh-r_F-3RQYNW9UxMtaKHDYUyGRlOloe8PY/s1600/Screenshot-229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNLHh4xiGT3gsZToJjI83Xe9dfOQGuhesLPgPHjZUJcBhzux_mXohm1ECky8s2ZZiho0hm_xoYXYNcjNz-e4Ard8Ae1V5QKjgsk6hu8AzTh-r_F-3RQYNW9UxMtaKHDYUyGRlOloe8PY/s640/Screenshot-229.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff sat down to eat his toast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Really, Alex, what is it with you and dreams lately? You keep mentioning them in your strange comparing thing of yours. What's the deal? They have nothing to do with what we ever talk about."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-it's just...never mind. It's nothing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You sure, man?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"...Yes."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gah, I can't tell Jeff! And I knew why Marshall wasn't talking. He doesn't like to get into this kind of stuff. He is a purely drama-free man. If this actually is considered drama. Well, he doesn't like to jump into these types of conversations.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNPZoi9fF3HsylbdPV5dlPYSj_MDi9gKVr8inWgFAPxv1vGeQNtAEK75FER5FcQg5WMc4fsrGB8NKT5Xx-e4Bz-E6X1p-fLxtl5J5u_rN_xld9iNK8oJzVDl2wm8CkSh2eGYdQv4baeY/s1600/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNPZoi9fF3HsylbdPV5dlPYSj_MDi9gKVr8inWgFAPxv1vGeQNtAEK75FER5FcQg5WMc4fsrGB8NKT5Xx-e4Bz-E6X1p-fLxtl5J5u_rN_xld9iNK8oJzVDl2wm8CkSh2eGYdQv4baeY/s640/Screenshot-230.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued to eat my cereal. Mmm...regular cheerios. It's just so...<em>yummy</em>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really wish I had the types of friends who I could just tell anything to. Mentioning dreams to them in and of itself would be....awkward. But if I mentioned the girl and my feelings in my dream for her? And that I am obsessed with wanting a dream with her in it again? They'd think I'm a complete insane freak. Heck, I'd have to go to an insane asylum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh, don't go there. I would not go to an insane asylum.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't want to go there not just because 'hello, it's an insane asylum', but also because it reminds me of what happened to my grandparents. Except they had to go to a nursing home at a young age.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Tgyr4u9bBI5oMzOOZ-eg_tmnwXcEm1qx4Zp6byegAiIyR43KdWFnU6-D4hOTNqGzuuG9u7RR4Pl6F_wONo7U-wPEAgr9ZekMmR3J6mE9Bea6ckuJ6I79v9mX2Cl-5w9w2CAf9OrS-U0/s1600/Screenshot-232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Tgyr4u9bBI5oMzOOZ-eg_tmnwXcEm1qx4Zp6byegAiIyR43KdWFnU6-D4hOTNqGzuuG9u7RR4Pl6F_wONo7U-wPEAgr9ZekMmR3J6mE9Bea6ckuJ6I79v9mX2Cl-5w9w2CAf9OrS-U0/s640/Screenshot-232.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You know, me and Trista, Marshall and Stella are going to hang out for lunch. Do you want to join us?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, he obviously forgot about our previous conversation. He sometimes talks inappropriatly/rudely/asks me stuff I don't want to answer, but usually he forgets about it two seconds later. Which is good for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Nah man, you guys have fun."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gosh, I really wonder if Marshall and Stella...and Trista and Jeff ever hang out alone, just the two of them. They are always on double dates. The guys are so close knit, and so are the girls, so it doesn't even faze them to split. I would never do that, I can't imagine even wanting to go on a double date. If I ever get a girlfriend, I will usually want to go to places alone with her. And I really don't want to be a fifth wheel with two couples. It's even more awkward than hanging out with one couple. MY LIFE!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5mWV_17JsrpJymIa44VdSlxq5grd9VCIuYO_ps3fCTM-HRWk4Kdytblnh9NeWfL-Myc6WBsK44UuwNZcFRvZsOaBhkGGuWxzlD6QP4mLmrJFCtIoVJOmOHbTuBtjZUIyXwX_SmfrBcg/s1600/Screenshot-234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5mWV_17JsrpJymIa44VdSlxq5grd9VCIuYO_ps3fCTM-HRWk4Kdytblnh9NeWfL-Myc6WBsK44UuwNZcFRvZsOaBhkGGuWxzlD6QP4mLmrJFCtIoVJOmOHbTuBtjZUIyXwX_SmfrBcg/s640/Screenshot-234.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After work, I played some video games with them (after I influenced them to say goodbye to their clingy girlfriends). I just wish times could always be like this with the guys. It was so much more fun when we hung out in middle school, just staring at the girls walking by and making up plans to get girlfriends, and failing miserably in the process. The good old days when we always hung out, doing guy stuff, without girls around. And now I'm falling behind, I have for a while now. I just need a girl to get to their level.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFK3t-cWp7oVNbc68vJiDwMz-ZwpqmNRc0fi1QpC0S5guW4zDWEKwb4EkPAG4bykTe3seVbSCJ0hZB-2Nne1Kfx9yi1WACdwyAVdC5S9_qDfM9kjArFI-ZpgA4-KGNKbimtFwZdu3uRk/s1600/Screenshot-236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFK3t-cWp7oVNbc68vJiDwMz-ZwpqmNRc0fi1QpC0S5guW4zDWEKwb4EkPAG4bykTe3seVbSCJ0hZB-2Nne1Kfx9yi1WACdwyAVdC5S9_qDfM9kjArFI-ZpgA4-KGNKbimtFwZdu3uRk/s640/Screenshot-236.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Controller in hand, it was all good. I just wish things could always go like this. I wish Marshall and Jeff would break up with their girlfriends, like that would ever change. I can't switch back the clock now. It's too late.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-44187150046954818432011-05-13T20:23:00.000-07:002011-05-13T20:23:37.110-07:00Chapter 8<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaLCGNetSJODxdtjfJdpdkFixukdJlLXv0uFKAg_acCbBg87nDVmafavc3ZaP5V1X_hXDCfJYrSMqTzw8Ij74Qd7jVbviyGS28CQVfuuU9oymTiG3dkXsZSsv-1aAy7wAy65yUC2u5zw/s1600/Screenshot-181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaLCGNetSJODxdtjfJdpdkFixukdJlLXv0uFKAg_acCbBg87nDVmafavc3ZaP5V1X_hXDCfJYrSMqTzw8Ij74Qd7jVbviyGS28CQVfuuU9oymTiG3dkXsZSsv-1aAy7wAy65yUC2u5zw/s640/Screenshot-181.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks pass, and something significant happens, as nothing significant ever happens in my life. Only, it seems, when dreams came into my life: has it gotten any more interesting. So of course, I am speaking about a dream.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_h1eTQ6RQBp2e6x41Zdz3T1LGTfKVqsVyD6AtQgBNO8zHFULX7D5ibP4vuE4NaPCwoBxYKpp5rs51reXKvx2mxcJM4JjUB5jA5THVjaOgFsd6Xi7KSemvfL7UBWikHzAa3EczzpzYUY/s1600/Screenshot-148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_h1eTQ6RQBp2e6x41Zdz3T1LGTfKVqsVyD6AtQgBNO8zHFULX7D5ibP4vuE4NaPCwoBxYKpp5rs51reXKvx2mxcJM4JjUB5jA5THVjaOgFsd6Xi7KSemvfL7UBWikHzAa3EczzpzYUY/s640/Screenshot-148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was running. Running and running and running. Two cops were speeding after me, and I had no clue why. The only thing I could think was, <em>Does Mr. Simmons have anything to do with this? </em>I continued to run even though I knew the inevitable. The only reason I could run like this is from going on the treadmill. I know that. And heck, I hate running. I much prefer speed walking. But, I don't have a choice, do I?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the people running after me-a man- seemed to be running straight through air, as if he was continually popping a balloon.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdI9rhOxPq7VYVXWxqqIKkJcJbxKaO3BK-ybwPVayUyzuURSDQjUysAcoYFtuAWl5ifG6YmKMQpyQTE4fXlogxiLBTnXjjCOhztVy6LfKSFNFrHDY5ILlFOuKDrMs0USzvJg56X1wWqGY/s1600/Screenshot-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdI9rhOxPq7VYVXWxqqIKkJcJbxKaO3BK-ybwPVayUyzuURSDQjUysAcoYFtuAWl5ifG6YmKMQpyQTE4fXlogxiLBTnXjjCOhztVy6LfKSFNFrHDY5ILlFOuKDrMs0USzvJg56X1wWqGY/s640/Screenshot-150.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued to run and run, and I wasn't getting tired at all. But the strange thing was, I could feel myself slowing down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>No, no, I can't slow down now! Who knows what the cops will do to me! No, no-don't go there. They won't catch me! I am coming to an intersection-I can lose them there! I can flag a car down to run over them!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Too bad I was thinking so illogically, otherwise I'm sure I could've out smarted them.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsXdPg1Bnhb04M_9fpUFAzN7fzuqRYB2hZMDE0BaspGJSPte8BBOfxuFkvNpVuWHSqBiB6vO6dqeLPT_d3x_IK1srglF4W7hqKatYIvNxLUkPHxGzXlw93srA8RqO7_aIKcQK0GYGn68/s1600/Screenshot-149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsXdPg1Bnhb04M_9fpUFAzN7fzuqRYB2hZMDE0BaspGJSPte8BBOfxuFkvNpVuWHSqBiB6vO6dqeLPT_d3x_IK1srglF4W7hqKatYIvNxLUkPHxGzXlw93srA8RqO7_aIKcQK0GYGn68/s640/Screenshot-149.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued to run and run, and I started to pass 'my' school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>No, no. They won't catch me! If they catch me-I'll be admitting defeat. I will just be as weird as everyone in school used to say.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sure they thought I was weird when I asked questions that were nearly irrelevant (you know, the questions that a person just wants to know but aren't necessary for a test. I was the only one that way in school), but not many kids thought I was super weird. I wasn't an outcast. Just a few select people didn't like me because of that, and my analogies. Other than that, I was just as liked as the next guy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Focus, focus! Stop slowing down-I must speed up! I will not let this happen to myself. DON'T STOP! I can't afford to slow down!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWtQfDCYTtMIF6FxS4tmMpmCqAfvm8pYQC-2mecuse9P5WRFIBcuDLVb-xKl2vVAB-gfFBeUjB4guhAubx6ro7LszoNP0vZM3r0eLz3-uVmVvHNGc3v0EBDzaKKRbNl_qBXKDxz33Tq4/s1600/Screenshot-151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWtQfDCYTtMIF6FxS4tmMpmCqAfvm8pYQC-2mecuse9P5WRFIBcuDLVb-xKl2vVAB-gfFBeUjB4guhAubx6ro7LszoNP0vZM3r0eLz3-uVmVvHNGc3v0EBDzaKKRbNl_qBXKDxz33Tq4/s640/Screenshot-151.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon, I was starting to run into a park, and they were quickly catching up to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I couldn't run any faster. I was slowing down. It was like two giant bricks were placed on my feet-and a giant's invisible hand was obstructing my speed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were coming so close, I knew...<em>this is the end. I must admit defeat! I have failed. Failed! I must admit defeat. I am a loser like everyone used to say!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIkboczRbS9F39rrJCLThNEdcHXAg4k2Ai8579Jr5gE5Q52z73NmgS9UvlCJXjMXkcFP8HVuL2Z0dLH6JcuJCvhxVYDXRcKTsoj9IZEthLQV1BWz1EaUibpsO7yag2i5ErKAcmpVy57Y/s1600/Screenshot-153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIkboczRbS9F39rrJCLThNEdcHXAg4k2Ai8579Jr5gE5Q52z73NmgS9UvlCJXjMXkcFP8HVuL2Z0dLH6JcuJCvhxVYDXRcKTsoj9IZEthLQV1BWz1EaUibpsO7yag2i5ErKAcmpVy57Y/s640/Screenshot-153.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But then I blinked, and I wasn't dead. The park was gone. The cops were gone. The bricks were lifted off my feet, the hand was gone. I was standing in paradise.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
Around me, I saw a beach, palm trees, crystal blue water, the whole bit. But that's not what I was paying attention to. There were some other guys in front of me, some of which looked strange. One was a rocker that belonged in a heavy metal concert, and another looked like an old fashioned French man or something... And another guy that must have dyed his hair. It obviously wasn't his color! And just some plain Joe. But they weren't paying attention to me. I looked up. And I saw what they were staring at.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskge5sGilqtqHyYTIu0H8pnzYZL_LKzfhAkvxVSvfcMGo8ytRpofGMQ9pOWnPPhjbvvOZXyyS82Xb3-TYZqFcQFXd5vBGxGDOQhuwoAu3_Hx18XS62iN-xj_VoA1fzcbIJrYtO2Pdp6E/s1600/Screenshot-154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskge5sGilqtqHyYTIu0H8pnzYZL_LKzfhAkvxVSvfcMGo8ytRpofGMQ9pOWnPPhjbvvOZXyyS82Xb3-TYZqFcQFXd5vBGxGDOQhuwoAu3_Hx18XS62iN-xj_VoA1fzcbIJrYtO2Pdp6E/s640/Screenshot-154.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a girl. She was brilliant, my eyes were drawn to her. Her features glowed. I unfortuanatly couldn't really make out her face, but it didn't matter.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She was walking toward us guys. All of them were oogling her with extreme interest in the same way I was. They were in awe-I was in awe.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsDnn0EtyELvI0iwNlWTxm3SVrjsxFzp4NQJOtWO7ryKa55s1PuoLvI6XtHYw5WFM_TYHTWVPedbHP9-7bNzB4JIpph6wCurAij59902Hlq1L2dRuo9rUkVPGLKszEid3vyjFZ4ZcF38/s1600/Screenshot-155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsDnn0EtyELvI0iwNlWTxm3SVrjsxFzp4NQJOtWO7ryKa55s1PuoLvI6XtHYw5WFM_TYHTWVPedbHP9-7bNzB4JIpph6wCurAij59902Hlq1L2dRuo9rUkVPGLKszEid3vyjFZ4ZcF38/s640/Screenshot-155.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But then, she passes all of them, and she comes to me. Even though I'm in the back. Slowly, elegantly, she walked toward me. Her features glowed, but her face seemed to lack emotion. But instead, I found myself drawn to her. I let her come to me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t13s0ka3K2qLj8z_914pjlKcc389B-oabASgqHGy5yru2KpfbbZZmicguY5INyZt4HOeM0kJjb2vqQNbEMcfXsYN-4yY_SKq5Jx3Foa9dHMs4Dd16IRsg7mdL3iuyu_MdQoECXqkE74/s1600/Screenshot-156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t13s0ka3K2qLj8z_914pjlKcc389B-oabASgqHGy5yru2KpfbbZZmicguY5INyZt4HOeM0kJjb2vqQNbEMcfXsYN-4yY_SKq5Jx3Foa9dHMs4Dd16IRsg7mdL3iuyu_MdQoECXqkE74/s640/Screenshot-156.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She comes up to me, starts to take me in her arms like it was nothing. Her hand was so close to my cheek-I was so close to carressing her upper arm. She was going to kiss me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Finally, I'm going to get my first kiss and this time I'm not going to pass out! I don't feel woozy at all. Sure I feel butterflies from her extreme elegance, but I feel firm.</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmQElRKrOVgVMCt2N1BZCqtFQoxHztH2Y0gAPWn99kRLdFRGbjpwVveF_d6uZXuJSED5vsIPqZUGhysfk8QkqmGBrvVB7j_iuIKpBxPZVGW2Nc5wcWixHkq1Znt93l105KzD8jjFRetI/s1600/Screenshot-179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmQElRKrOVgVMCt2N1BZCqtFQoxHztH2Y0gAPWn99kRLdFRGbjpwVveF_d6uZXuJSED5vsIPqZUGhysfk8QkqmGBrvVB7j_iuIKpBxPZVGW2Nc5wcWixHkq1Znt93l105KzD8jjFRetI/s640/Screenshot-179.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But the dream slipped from my fingertips. Reluctantly, I got up, crying inside that I could not finish the kiss that I had begun.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql_x1nEN1mjsQpeuanQ70naMy7_r2yBH6lMvuokYlT5uNKp4jrsFoE-glkvtBUMNryqhNp7Fgwuu899bMycSPn2L1HsaS8_GT-v6Ia6evxAjPMiSjn68htIvhiQBRy8HLhxjkXGJ32gY/s1600/Screenshot-180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql_x1nEN1mjsQpeuanQ70naMy7_r2yBH6lMvuokYlT5uNKp4jrsFoE-glkvtBUMNryqhNp7Fgwuu899bMycSPn2L1HsaS8_GT-v6Ia6evxAjPMiSjn68htIvhiQBRy8HLhxjkXGJ32gY/s640/Screenshot-180.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But I decided I had no interest in getting up. I just went back on my bed and sat. I just wanted to think about the feeling. She was bright, vibrant somehow. Looking back, I knew that I would never feel like that in real life. I guess the feeling was exagerated in my dream. It was like I had no choice. She was going to kiss me whether I liked it or not-at least that's what I felt like. She wouldn't take no for an answer. It was like something was drawing me toward her. And that wasn't just her appearance.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't even bother to look it up on the dream dictionary today. It was quite obvious why I dreamt about what I did-my life lacks romance and I want it. No more to it. And the police? I could care-a-less about that.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVMMxi6c1zpVrFlNiRodTw-sELxk4PTZv1yENh7-JXXROu1jJ5V_2K_wt5x_QtD5QrIWN5LdrsxStEPKN3QtyO0uN8DsSXZVQEtkrsfbyu7tPCsk5KknBltHYUYRrR0vnr_1gqjoFvh0/s1600/Screenshot-182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVMMxi6c1zpVrFlNiRodTw-sELxk4PTZv1yENh7-JXXROu1jJ5V_2K_wt5x_QtD5QrIWN5LdrsxStEPKN3QtyO0uN8DsSXZVQEtkrsfbyu7tPCsk5KknBltHYUYRrR0vnr_1gqjoFvh0/s640/Screenshot-182.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later, I went to my parent's house since it's Sunday. A lot of Sundays I go to their house for dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dad is an author. He is pretty shy, but he's still a good guy. That's why sometimes I prefer to talk with Mr. Simmons, he is certainly not shy like my dad. The problem is we are pretty opposite that's all. It's not like he's going to understand my analogies or how I am okay with attention. He's too smart for that-and shy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And my mother, I mean, I guess I could talk to her, but she isn't much better than dad. She was the biggest outcast ever in school, and was pretty shy herself. She's an artist. That's actually how she met dad! My dad's brother- uncle Otto-asked her to paint for them. He and his brother used to live in a big house, but when my parents just got married they wanted to live somewhere else and let Otto live there with my other uncle, Stephan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come in, come in! Glad to see you've made it on time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Dad-I always make it on time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
Dad's always joking about me making it on time and not being late, like it's supposed to be funny. But it's not, and it's getting old. I think I may have been later<em> once. </em> And if you knew my dad-he remembers everything and won't let anything go. There are few exceptions.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXpb9-uDrHuehkhHZyKIgehbGzmbRD3PzveEP77hyphenhypheniX8teNYBhX57wID2ET9ZoDdwnB9MAStmWIBb7qSrxuUpvPZ4eynwdrHcgT9fbdThGildIkgSUzK0xm3NZ3RZSbd8oWlWomJXGZk/s1600/Screenshot-183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXpb9-uDrHuehkhHZyKIgehbGzmbRD3PzveEP77hyphenhypheniX8teNYBhX57wID2ET9ZoDdwnB9MAStmWIBb7qSrxuUpvPZ4eynwdrHcgT9fbdThGildIkgSUzK0xm3NZ3RZSbd8oWlWomJXGZk/s640/Screenshot-183.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yesturday I finished a painting. It's called "Snowy Forest in the Middle of Winter". It's over there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She pointed behind her near the stairs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mom loves to paint and she's great at it-but unfortuanatly, she's really bad with coming up with names for her paintings. My author of a dad helps her with that, or me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It looks lovely mother! But how about "Icy Snow"? Less wordy." I just love abstract names that describe what it's describing which makes it become obsolete.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Erm-yeah, that's nice."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My parents, bless them, they always try to understand my strange analogies, if that's what this would be called.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYbINi-ixuYtEfv3q_T-8_pqCiTCKuHE5XeIcSAs2Biq7cyjD0Hja1xhPjbF3LuXerzGTLmkjkQr-8nrClRHkMWoY4IpYHmnKC1IdpYOJaf0nRIiDPZ7B1-_I-1AttVsYWML71pzPXtU/s1600/Screenshot-184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYbINi-ixuYtEfv3q_T-8_pqCiTCKuHE5XeIcSAs2Biq7cyjD0Hja1xhPjbF3LuXerzGTLmkjkQr-8nrClRHkMWoY4IpYHmnKC1IdpYOJaf0nRIiDPZ7B1-_I-1AttVsYWML71pzPXtU/s640/Screenshot-184.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I am working on a new book called "A Day of the Life of Benji Putton." It's a comedy about a man and his dog-and the trouble that follows them. I should be done in a few months."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's nice, dad. Maybe I could read it sometime?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Too bad my dad is nothing like me, or he could really help me with...the way that I am in which I cannot change. Because with how he is, he wouldn't understand the last part of the last sentence. Even though it makes perfect sense. He is one of those 'I'm really smart, but I only try to understand things that make good, logical sense' guys.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQ4zW3npkEIuebP9ARIQbmsO8sqCuGnK5A_frwAgtsTMK1ttKJ3gQdE1C_3ire_s0bWZtGGkiUDRFKwT5SgLucqZ3i8QrtRlpQv1lC7MOLiYXMgOTthNJ6PH4ii4LYwRA6QRESydubFs/s1600/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQ4zW3npkEIuebP9ARIQbmsO8sqCuGnK5A_frwAgtsTMK1ttKJ3gQdE1C_3ire_s0bWZtGGkiUDRFKwT5SgLucqZ3i8QrtRlpQv1lC7MOLiYXMgOTthNJ6PH4ii4LYwRA6QRESydubFs/s640/Screenshot-185.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Not too much later, the delivery guy came with our food.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My parents have never been that good at cooking. My dad used to have a butler because they're so rich-but it was all inherited. They like a little bit of a simpler life now. And my mother...well, she has a long story but she never had to cook when she lived with dad and my uncles.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I grabbed some turkey (MMMM) while I continued to stare at "Icy Snow". The white had such a brilliant color. Even the grays and blues of the painting looked neat. It reminded me of my dreams-just the general feel of it. I'm staring at it-and if I were in that painting, it would be the same as a dream. I'm in it, but not truly in it. While in my head in dreams- I feel apart of the dream world, yet there's a certain detathc-ed-ness.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRe10dk4WwPYonYwHJaIJqSckUJx-eDW_fLoRnHiHfwl4igI95kkRrEJFvBOZJcO5Atj8_umkAWl6dxRYpyV5hdUwgMQQJUn8E4tIz-QShRf9JFnWtRbptOt954V5BnuLG0SW2-5mQ2g/s1600/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRe10dk4WwPYonYwHJaIJqSckUJx-eDW_fLoRnHiHfwl4igI95kkRrEJFvBOZJcO5Atj8_umkAWl6dxRYpyV5hdUwgMQQJUn8E4tIz-QShRf9JFnWtRbptOt954V5BnuLG0SW2-5mQ2g/s640/Screenshot-186.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"But how have you been, Alex? I'm sorry, your mother and I have been talking about ourselves, we forgot to ask about you! You seemed to be especially happy today! Why are you so happy, son?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course I am happy because I'm still thinking about the dream, the girl. But mostly I was thinking about the feeling that came with seeing the girl.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, yes...It was a dream..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I have mentioned to them recently my new-found interest in dreams. They're the only ones that know. I just can't tell Jeff or Marshall... Cause they're <em>them</em>. They did the parent bullshit- 'That's so nice that something is staring to spark your interest! I'm glad that you found a hobby you like'. Not that dreaming really is a hobby. So pretty much they were just saying that just because they're my parents and they have too. I could see in their eyes that they weren't really interested in my new 'hobby'. But at least they didn't think it was weird. They were just uninterested.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iD9InDDqZJoucb2UUz-gJXlYXpkIMqlsdFnT1d0QS_D1p9pGGrp9NufmsOVNJvNt-4_xAmZsk36IJfGB-Q3T0W0LNFN44z8lWhEizz7g4yg2gWjyAbBOmkmMba_AyPwx3Tx_8nZ3eGo/s1600/Screenshot-187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iD9InDDqZJoucb2UUz-gJXlYXpkIMqlsdFnT1d0QS_D1p9pGGrp9NufmsOVNJvNt-4_xAmZsk36IJfGB-Q3T0W0LNFN44z8lWhEizz7g4yg2gWjyAbBOmkmMba_AyPwx3Tx_8nZ3eGo/s640/Screenshot-187.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, that conversation didn't go so well to say the least. We all stared at our plates and chowed down. We didn't utter a word. My parents just don't like dreams at all, and they won't admit it. I don't know why. If they just get a chance to read into them, and look at them for what they're trying to tell us. It's not like I could persuade them to like them-they're getting old, they're too set in their ways.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But that was okay-I didn't really feel like talking to them anymore. I just wanted to continue to day dream about my wonderful, wonderful dream. It was probably my best dream I ever had-even though it was unfinished.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-89010695523537081022011-05-05T18:59:00.000-07:002011-05-05T18:59:55.520-07:00Chapter 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw7rFiUZZVOl1WQSgJREXtv3P287JtZULj0Nmb0IIwyY9DeKGpfy_SB2ZK7rlGvAafPzDHnkiahL04kK1moI8ekhI_sgo2Rm32IMARUyJGc6pdqh9yYE6H50346vpZo7Wlt5NOhmA5Kc/s1600/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw7rFiUZZVOl1WQSgJREXtv3P287JtZULj0Nmb0IIwyY9DeKGpfy_SB2ZK7rlGvAafPzDHnkiahL04kK1moI8ekhI_sgo2Rm32IMARUyJGc6pdqh9yYE6H50346vpZo7Wlt5NOhmA5Kc/s640/Screenshot-112.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I left to go to Neverglade. It was quite a long trip, and I was practically falling asleep at the wheel. Luckily, I had generic radio music to keep me entertained. It's not that I don't love music, it's just...music. That's all. I was driving as if I was in a haze. I just went, I had to be somewhere, and I did it without thinking. Because of this, time flew by.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImbXnm3dflo459iM05b3ylQDafMBL5soKslLKUUZRMyvTtYTM6G8aWE0ciA-rBXc4ti3kcvA3za3zFRFCw-9MeU5yODyWeEpl78VF6hyphenhyphen0mqNN5aS2KShmb4TR97sbdc8om9LRXsC_9zU/s1600/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImbXnm3dflo459iM05b3ylQDafMBL5soKslLKUUZRMyvTtYTM6G8aWE0ciA-rBXc4ti3kcvA3za3zFRFCw-9MeU5yODyWeEpl78VF6hyphenhyphen0mqNN5aS2KShmb4TR97sbdc8om9LRXsC_9zU/s640/Screenshot-113.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough, I arrived at Honey Oaks Nursing Home-it doesn't matter when I get the records, as long as I do sometime today. And it's a good time to arrive at the nursing home-10:00 sharp is when my grandparents prefer to get up. When you're a kid, you wake up at 7, as a teen you wake up at 6, though you wish to get up at 10. Adults don't care (older adults), and then old people again go to waking up late. At least that's the case for my grandparents.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AiC6xM4PNubs_o8EqjMN-m9Ko7ZIA75Vaoh9E0RvJBNaKcVEM1briIjuKRT_9edq_TIi3hTnni1DBQPD9Wt7N4N9VfWfm9_b_0Uw4qAc3K34Ln2NZP3ibjt7UD0bBLIseVZ6OZu7slY/s1600/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AiC6xM4PNubs_o8EqjMN-m9Ko7ZIA75Vaoh9E0RvJBNaKcVEM1briIjuKRT_9edq_TIi3hTnni1DBQPD9Wt7N4N9VfWfm9_b_0Uw4qAc3K34Ln2NZP3ibjt7UD0bBLIseVZ6OZu7slY/s640/Screenshot-114.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I went in, I noticed a man sitting on one of the benches of its nice, big porch. Really, it's quite a nice nursing home, but still, it's a nursing home. My grandparents don't have to be here-they aren't demented, or physically weak. They're <em>definitly </em>the most-dare I say it-<em>alive </em>people at the nursing home. Most people just are there, staring at nothing, watching tv, or creeping throughout the home. They don't often talk much. My grandparents are totally not like that. Sometimes, they just talk too much. They're the type of grandparents that want to give you all the advice they can.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu5QN1UqsVYVzKp7nMRXSpeijeMqvRhOXcggoyKPpTbN_I8HvLrTGxNwYlpdyH2NE3IiyovVgHh_B0cW4l4qPfT3NoZtimZ3KVaijUGoYSVJV2f7lRZfEcg4OFDSnk_MfYYCT8ttTWrU/s1600/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu5QN1UqsVYVzKp7nMRXSpeijeMqvRhOXcggoyKPpTbN_I8HvLrTGxNwYlpdyH2NE3IiyovVgHh_B0cW4l4qPfT3NoZtimZ3KVaijUGoYSVJV2f7lRZfEcg4OFDSnk_MfYYCT8ttTWrU/s640/Screenshot-115.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I arrived to tell the secretary that I was here to see my grandparents. Though I have come here a lot all in all, she still doesn't know my name. That's not because she's bad at remembering names, but because I only am able to come here a few times a year. This place isn't exactly lively.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello Mrs. Daubry. I'm here to see Mr. and Mrs. Evans."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She typed something in her computer, most likely saying that I was checked in. This place as so many formatlities. I can't even leave with them without her consent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, what is your name, sir?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex Evans."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you, remember to check out when you leave."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes of course, thank you. Have a nice day."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, you too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gosh, the formalities here kill me! Like Mr. Simmons, I don't always like to be so formal (but isn't that natural for a 22 year old man?), but not really as unformal as Mr. Simmons. I'm in the middle.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mC79st2XxFu8m4BXJHja3dcLWfd1-M-Fhozms8j7s7mD5HcavTcxWlV7kQkob_9yI3SFvwzomlrmGWcPmK2tCk5s9sDcDzeaO0FqALdDhQj2rMiV_4lVak6N2oBeUHuBGPWywi2LD8c/s1600/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mC79st2XxFu8m4BXJHja3dcLWfd1-M-Fhozms8j7s7mD5HcavTcxWlV7kQkob_9yI3SFvwzomlrmGWcPmK2tCk5s9sDcDzeaO0FqALdDhQj2rMiV_4lVak6N2oBeUHuBGPWywi2LD8c/s640/Screenshot-116.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I went upstairs, I noticed the cold hallway to my left. Since my grandparents were...brought here against there will for an unusual reason, they were able to get a special room. I'm not sure if it's because they were scared of them (llama knows why they'd be scared of them!) or who knows what. But their room is well decorated, and they were able to get a queen sized beds. The other rooms have single beds and are really bland and small. Also, their room is apart from all the rest, and their room is by one of the stay in nurses (I don't know, some nurse that doesn't have a life or a home, or both). They keep an eye on them, and I don't know why. I was never told why they were taken here. I don't think I'll ever be told. After all, I am 22, so I'm pretty much all grown up.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKsyxH4l1WGmGuJYtK14SeK_2sQ1M05GQwg6PFI5EU2wDAdEBkVIVILh1OKNtkL5715r-MxBjJH14PEMjOsAVkVKCjczITIvSVBXBq-tMsp1mIojdBcYuDdRQTtxuHh8DCdeOqZSlagU/s1600/Screenshot-117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKsyxH4l1WGmGuJYtK14SeK_2sQ1M05GQwg6PFI5EU2wDAdEBkVIVILh1OKNtkL5715r-MxBjJH14PEMjOsAVkVKCjczITIvSVBXBq-tMsp1mIojdBcYuDdRQTtxuHh8DCdeOqZSlagU/s640/Screenshot-117.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got in their room, they were lying on their bed, watching one of those soap operas with no end (to me they're like a never ending dream where there is supposedly a future but you never see it).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hi Grandma and grandpa! Surprise. I was able to come in because I'm in on business."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What is that Mr. Simmons makin you do this time?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandpa Joel doesn't really like Mr. Simmons. He thinks he runs me ragged since I always tell him the bad things about him and my job (as he always associates him with everything to do with my job).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though my job is usually 'eh', I always feel the need to defend Mr. Simmons. The job's a living, but Mr. Simmons is nice, "Oh, nothing much. Don't blame him! I volunteered to come here. I am going to pick up some records. I decided to pick them up for him so I could visit you guys!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, well, then I'm glad you came then!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma spoke up, "Why did he want you to drive here to get the records? There's a thing called UPS!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandpa and I at the same time said, "He's a cheapstake."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma really wanted to change the subject, "How about we go outside and enjoy this beautiful day?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I waited for them to get up so we could go. Their speed is ten times faster than any other old person living here. <em>Why are they here?</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WibVP0FQpxN3_U6Ln8mlpaLkj98p96e_Ge8hUbbDKFobyQPeYKuTeTlv02fgSzyTW4gkHXeMX1E6aoV8xfW0ttYQctPGvRE1cbScCIP3ROGW-wBoyaMe5-Sv11gmAI_vAXk-r9iCZj4/s1600/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WibVP0FQpxN3_U6Ln8mlpaLkj98p96e_Ge8hUbbDKFobyQPeYKuTeTlv02fgSzyTW4gkHXeMX1E6aoV8xfW0ttYQctPGvRE1cbScCIP3ROGW-wBoyaMe5-Sv11gmAI_vAXk-r9iCZj4/s640/Screenshot-118.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This place is a total paradise. But not an elders paradise, because these people living here are so old they aren't able to fully enjoy it. They sit on the benches and stare at the scenery sometimes, but usually they just sit on benches inside, or lay on their beds. Weather is unpredictable. But the warm heat inside is always set at precisely 72 degrees. I wish it was always that warm in my house.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFWmQclepFoxY_LPBfqx4GuBNUJxKnKtKr3xCxnCd4SqaVoCAyCaOrbvmgPC685UTPP3XEstpx8Sk51PS0bvh6kte3p_LznkfLxeR2rKSAktPA7-54e_YU2dG-3G9K8thU1sxvgc4h1Q/s1600/Screenshot-120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFWmQclepFoxY_LPBfqx4GuBNUJxKnKtKr3xCxnCd4SqaVoCAyCaOrbvmgPC685UTPP3XEstpx8Sk51PS0bvh6kte3p_LznkfLxeR2rKSAktPA7-54e_YU2dG-3G9K8thU1sxvgc4h1Q/s640/Screenshot-120.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all sat on the bench,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How have you guys been?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew it wouldn't be polite to ask them the question I always wish I could, 'why are you guys even here? Why were you ever taken here?' Sure I believe some old people should be in nursing homes when they get old, and I'm not sure how old that would be, but grandma and grandpa are definitly not old enough-they certainly don't act like they're 90 like everyone else here. They're only like 78, or something like that. And they act much younger than that to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, the usual. Not much. So little occurs here. Bob has been under bed rest. He's had a fever for about two weeks, and he will pass soon, but it's nothing we're not used to. After a while, we just become numb by all the death that passes here. That's the reason why we don't try to make friends here. Who knows when they could pass."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the nursing home, they've always been loners. Literally loners-just loners together. Sometimes I feel as though I'm a loner, even though I have two great friends. They're the seeds of the peach, and I'm the skin. One in the same, yet so far.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMrn5Ys5oihmrleZLgsFXhB3_CQLLfMwdIuW2qgxnHMp0ndUbmIlTocrn2d9gj_VWKuFReE2MhJo8mZnfZqtNlncFECG7y1JeaaqiaZo548JoCPzcs7t93oBafQlpff376sEqhPdcmCg/s1600/Screenshot-121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMrn5Ys5oihmrleZLgsFXhB3_CQLLfMwdIuW2qgxnHMp0ndUbmIlTocrn2d9gj_VWKuFReE2MhJo8mZnfZqtNlncFECG7y1JeaaqiaZo548JoCPzcs7t93oBafQlpff376sEqhPdcmCg/s640/Screenshot-121.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma is always the positive one, as usual she decided to switch topics, "how has your life been going, Alex? Your job, your friends, any ladies yet?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I became rather depressed when she asked about ladies. It's like I want one really badly, but I'm not desperate enough to settle. And too lazy to look for the right one.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmbzN68Yn4VBkVaNqt2SZWT9md2xpIEePk_Oe4qgwp-gJmjMETQC3wDkoCA2PO2o77OTX308RmIjzY32p7bRylEOf5v8tWGqRGmLtkh6mxcHtPLS0eOrzEF2oDf2jwkjHkcEig5ztews/s1600/Screenshot-122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmbzN68Yn4VBkVaNqt2SZWT9md2xpIEePk_Oe4qgwp-gJmjMETQC3wDkoCA2PO2o77OTX308RmIjzY32p7bRylEOf5v8tWGqRGmLtkh6mxcHtPLS0eOrzEF2oDf2jwkjHkcEig5ztews/s640/Screenshot-122.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, my job is just the usual. Just the same people as there's always been, I sell things, but usually I don't. My friends both have girlfriends, but of course I don't have one. No one gets me. Not a one."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't comfortable bringing up my dreams I've been having-that that's getting me through life lately. It's a very liberal idea, dream interpretation and all that. And usually grandparents aren't liberal. They aren't super conservative either, but I wasn't willing to bet that they'd understand that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, Alex. I'm sorry that your life hasn't been working out the way you want. You could always find a new job-there will be a girl to understand you one day. I know it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and how do you 'know it'?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, let's just say I feel it in my bones! My bones. But not the bones in my hips. My hips aren't what they used to be."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes, I just wish I could laugh at grandma. Some things she says are so irrelevant, and she loves to make fun of herself being old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah yeah, thanks grandma..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There wasn't anything I could say in reply to that. But I do know one thing: they always seem to be right. Let's hope that their streak won't be broken this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How about we go in the pool?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GdiF9SGDDOeDlyy0BU9z8l-nXHzMgQZlf29rBIQMeV4qZXKitboD5n8-T-viakaI5UubDqgZ8I1iylAWRnHdboVs0SKT9_C4BENsWG0bu0Ti7Mw3ojyXdqYrCltNr9p7eiKWljHg2_Q/s1600/Screenshot-123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GdiF9SGDDOeDlyy0BU9z8l-nXHzMgQZlf29rBIQMeV4qZXKitboD5n8-T-viakaI5UubDqgZ8I1iylAWRnHdboVs0SKT9_C4BENsWG0bu0Ti7Mw3ojyXdqYrCltNr9p7eiKWljHg2_Q/s640/Screenshot-123.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's pretty nice. My grandparents are the only people that ever go into the pool here. It's a nice sized pool, and yet they're the only ones to enjoy it. I don't even know why there's a pool here if everyone is too old to use it. They even like to hold their breaths as a contest sometimes. They are not normal 78 year olds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were swimming for a while, and soon it was lunch time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't even know why I decided to eat lunch here. I have no clue what white mush we got, but I ate it, though I gagged the whole time. Oh well, I don't have to eat here that often.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHzqVmpJC9JT5hyPQy2peHH_kw6F2HSNBSJwr-7VhQv_JLr5n-gvepthJYqt8gGh7Vz1FaansYVeYQirayLIIaoOqhpkvx20R-nUBLAi2mimRtfYykNe2S_IVtlsk4603AdTFRgvsnnY/s1600/Screenshot-126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHzqVmpJC9JT5hyPQy2peHH_kw6F2HSNBSJwr-7VhQv_JLr5n-gvepthJYqt8gGh7Vz1FaansYVeYQirayLIIaoOqhpkvx20R-nUBLAi2mimRtfYykNe2S_IVtlsk4603AdTFRgvsnnY/s640/Screenshot-126.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I passed a room, I couldn't help but look inside. The rooms are very bland, in shades of gray and brown. The only color in the room is in the tacky floral bedspreads. All of the rooms look the same. I would hate to live in a place like this, I don't know how my grandparents stand it. They're always quite positive even though they live in this house with the almost dead.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzA-nBdLzAKHenKOD6ElotGD6khuljnxAm3NW10HUUpg1Ggz3CyaDM88VLZpZIxGE_lQRO_aaPkKP-UI07Pvp7xEansI0lEXmbtgPTuCARIeNiGevWf64WW6A1mvra7QWmYCHn602YWcE/s1600/Screenshot-127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzA-nBdLzAKHenKOD6ElotGD6khuljnxAm3NW10HUUpg1Ggz3CyaDM88VLZpZIxGE_lQRO_aaPkKP-UI07Pvp7xEansI0lEXmbtgPTuCARIeNiGevWf64WW6A1mvra7QWmYCHn602YWcE/s640/Screenshot-127.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was quite done with being here after lunch, so I decided I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Would you guys like to do something, or should I get the records now?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You'd think that they'd want to get out of this horrible place...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No, no thank you, Alex. It's almost craft hour. I have to finish my bird house!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're pretty much the only people that ever show up for the planned activities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-ok, then I'll go get the records."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really don't know what to expect of this records place. Where would I pick them up?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU085l2aQAEJvDBfKa86kwj3OufZ1oWptbbC8B5dI2dUAqiK5lWxLFe9hUjZ3YiPewJKc9VfSVSs154Ehv7QsIfZM5d0nqvrHDFBombxe62gwmmK4WxQ1alQanAORnCxUiQC9_cR-NJ4/s1600/Screenshot-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU085l2aQAEJvDBfKa86kwj3OufZ1oWptbbC8B5dI2dUAqiK5lWxLFe9hUjZ3YiPewJKc9VfSVSs154Ehv7QsIfZM5d0nqvrHDFBombxe62gwmmK4WxQ1alQanAORnCxUiQC9_cR-NJ4/s640/Screenshot-128.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed an old man come out of the elevator. He, like many of the people here, was wearing pyjamas, crappy clothes, whatever you want to call it. He wore a perfect sneer. Gosh, what's wrong with the people here? It's like they're all brain washed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4js6Par_3_cnmcuwv_7avFSwjHGk-lkP6i0hIxP3NL306mkgq9Ao-OsAEwWcx9u7pn4RyY3AVUNZImlVN_69a4o1OoQg-TxKj90WhE8mEFHAMQOTkNLgJKxzAJYT_KYdbtObEha7mU0/s1600/Screenshot-129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4js6Par_3_cnmcuwv_7avFSwjHGk-lkP6i0hIxP3NL306mkgq9Ao-OsAEwWcx9u7pn4RyY3AVUNZImlVN_69a4o1OoQg-TxKj90WhE8mEFHAMQOTkNLgJKxzAJYT_KYdbtObEha7mU0/s640/Screenshot-129.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello Mr. Daubry, I would like to go now. Please check me out-I'm..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For once, she knew my name. She smiled a slight smile (she's a very boring lady-her monotone tells me so).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, I got you checked out Mr. Evans. Have a nice day."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just wanted to leave this place right away-it gives me the creeps and it smells like death.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXSJDDU1R2v5KJLukK3BKOA6Kzzd1I4CYsr0OzXVwyCYbwGi0ITZW2s_zYoRnOMN89b_ChaihHBm9l5M4U58nWvauBH6v_0R74sNW0RWepLV4MoUGiy6RkrXDlEB5qljFxHsxqKNff9w/s1600/Screenshot-131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXSJDDU1R2v5KJLukK3BKOA6Kzzd1I4CYsr0OzXVwyCYbwGi0ITZW2s_zYoRnOMN89b_ChaihHBm9l5M4U58nWvauBH6v_0R74sNW0RWepLV4MoUGiy6RkrXDlEB5qljFxHsxqKNff9w/s640/Screenshot-131.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I arrived at the address on my phone (Mr. Simmons texted me the address), and it was odd inside. Empty. To my left I noticed some lockers. Who knows how old they were-they were quite rusty. But the whole room was startingly clean-as if some robot comes in here to clean it, because the place seemed desserted.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWSA2XcFI5-JnyItWkHcUc45WPEBPhBfGXD2jXBq5HOiqCJWDLmrgB5ByXiMTj-Nwr_YU-ghbLgIrBzzHsTOStazKoAGZ-sZfXuILTLL8lS_lLrmQd9WbbWH5LFgTemtYc2TiLVLfTEs/s1600/Screenshot-132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWSA2XcFI5-JnyItWkHcUc45WPEBPhBfGXD2jXBq5HOiqCJWDLmrgB5ByXiMTj-Nwr_YU-ghbLgIrBzzHsTOStazKoAGZ-sZfXuILTLL8lS_lLrmQd9WbbWH5LFgTemtYc2TiLVLfTEs/s640/Screenshot-132.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To my right were barrels and boxes, as though these were orders for other people that ordered something musical, because I'm assuming this place doesn't only sell records, but possibly other antique music type things.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk_ZpHev7bdiW2RY6kN1PyOEMnkW2iXVXz08aMmBD5NzKPNP3Tqr5dpvjpikZ95Y6pcHj4oLW7EdJR9eEap_meSjS8GOIenjQ9OXMLeeRz-cNH6vEEhlwBe6bUW9d_4mfQMk0H-u6dIY/s1600/Screenshot-133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk_ZpHev7bdiW2RY6kN1PyOEMnkW2iXVXz08aMmBD5NzKPNP3Tqr5dpvjpikZ95Y6pcHj4oLW7EdJR9eEap_meSjS8GOIenjQ9OXMLeeRz-cNH6vEEhlwBe6bUW9d_4mfQMk0H-u6dIY/s640/Screenshot-133.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I saw a box directly in front of me on the counter. On top were some records, and there was a note. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Hello. This package is for Mr. Simmons. Thank you and have a good day. You may leave the 500 simoleons on the table. Thank you and come again! I hope you liked our products.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Sincerely, My Tunes, Your Tunes International</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That certainly was strange. Who leaves a note when you pick up a package? Who TRUSTS you to leave money? Who knows, this makes no sense. But I did leave the money, and I brought the box to the car.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPkrVth8HH-ac9Z9VWHJtbmQPubHAXh127WhHF6iVZQlxH2eVyIwDcbfyaP6LU85u1_fOpRtUme4AZK5OwiL3bdRZO26KaA8gXwEuB-vllFzK_PiAlXfOR2Bm29lq9ZFh38IgDZlu-QI/s1600/Screenshot-130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPkrVth8HH-ac9Z9VWHJtbmQPubHAXh127WhHF6iVZQlxH2eVyIwDcbfyaP6LU85u1_fOpRtUme4AZK5OwiL3bdRZO26KaA8gXwEuB-vllFzK_PiAlXfOR2Bm29lq9ZFh38IgDZlu-QI/s640/Screenshot-130.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After that, I decided I would go on this path I saw. It just looked so pretty, and it was really nice out. It's certainly an improvement to that old nursing home.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRpWz_LnCWkdLBnVkm805HP4J25ydKQHJCGLeihBk-FAOSl8fgrBX1lhkh7CvtgfbrHnMYEtML1I8pLgMlbWjbxUgWFx6PR3KX-pCcmyVK__04JlmmbulwN4lce212wgS9qAE-cQfyCA/s1600/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRpWz_LnCWkdLBnVkm805HP4J25ydKQHJCGLeihBk-FAOSl8fgrBX1lhkh7CvtgfbrHnMYEtML1I8pLgMlbWjbxUgWFx6PR3KX-pCcmyVK__04JlmmbulwN4lce212wgS9qAE-cQfyCA/s640/Screenshot-134.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I soon found myself at a cute little park. I went on the swing and I swung, acting care free, forgetting my problems as though I were a kid again. If only my problems-my fears, insecurities, my complete feeling of alienation-would disapear.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-60673958356008602532011-04-28T16:20:00.000-07:002011-04-28T17:44:49.465-07:00Chapter 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GYMI36DiYHD99g5kn9GIpoRX3Xf6NqmVbC1FJ8K5tghuuHh_ebNL0sML5zSA7rL2ZSBDIN_ti7f6a8OYOGmd2LBaKUDBom0NeRWDYIY5waOlCe6koGLw2cramNl1qnaddOuWCc07xsU/s1600/Screenshot-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GYMI36DiYHD99g5kn9GIpoRX3Xf6NqmVbC1FJ8K5tghuuHh_ebNL0sML5zSA7rL2ZSBDIN_ti7f6a8OYOGmd2LBaKUDBom0NeRWDYIY5waOlCe6koGLw2cramNl1qnaddOuWCc07xsU/s640/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon enough, everyone showed up. I really had time to contemplate over what Mr. Simmons said- 'sometimes you're blind to what's right under you're nose'-or it was something like that. We did have some small chatter after that till everyone came, but none of it is worth repeating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what came in my mind when he said that to me: <em>I am blind to what's right under my nose. Hmm...What could he mean? I am blind to something in my life that could give me happiness, to what I've always been longing for? Hmm, let's see-is there something like that in my life? Not much occurs. I live with my friends who have girls when I don't, and I have an...interesting job. What else is there? Well, grandpa the other day in my dream basically agreed that I needed something in my life, though he went to the girl angle. Oh wait! That's it! Dreams. That could be something I could do! My dreams always seem so strange, and they're always pointing things out to me that my consious mind will not tell me. I shall pursue dreams!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Throughout much of the meeting I was contemplating this. <em>After work, I am off to the library to research dreams! What else am I ignorant of that they will give me?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anywy, the girl sitting next to me is Corrie Jacobson. She is one of the ad designers. She's just your typical woman, there isn't much to say about her. The woman in the bun is Meghan Ramunda. She is another ad desisigner. She is really into fashion, and has been divorced twice. The blonde girl next to her is her daughter, Jade. She is only sixteen. She works as our cashier. There is another cashier that works full time when she's not there, but he usually doesn't show up to the meetings. And finally, the brown haired man is Jack Euclid. He is a door to door salesman like me. I really don't like him one bit. He is a smart ass, a big mouth. That sort of thing.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUz6mY-iSvn8SdpmcXR_eHCX1g0xLH_cyjwJQgjDZJlrKdb3sV0_nogiCfJOuCEbYHiioa4jG_TsG6nVVABWIGhqmm4RtrYUzMHDRza0YcRzcAH8Cx1Fn-8gGBdJYfqCLjtQGqg95j7U/s1600/Screenshot-62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUz6mY-iSvn8SdpmcXR_eHCX1g0xLH_cyjwJQgjDZJlrKdb3sV0_nogiCfJOuCEbYHiioa4jG_TsG6nVVABWIGhqmm4RtrYUzMHDRza0YcRzcAH8Cx1Fn-8gGBdJYfqCLjtQGqg95j7U/s640/Screenshot-62.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As usual, Mr. Simmons desk was full of stuff. Neatness isn't one of his qualities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Welcome, welcome everyone. Thank you for coming, even though I'm sure you have a very busy schedule! Oh wait-I'm the reason you have a busy schedule! You have no choice but to come!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mr. Simmons, always joking, even during a 'formal' event. The other cashier was invited, but Mr. Simmons doesn't really make him come. None of us especially like him. He is a only an okay cashier. Mr. Simmons wouldn't dare fire him though, because he has connections with some of our merchandisers, and we get discounts and advantages thanks to him. At least he's not in an upper position.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So, how have your jobs been going lately? Any concerns, or news you would like to bring up?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPeb39HKzQ5t2WJ81mAmuiQklePcFOZjt1Vp-sYanvWw_1rwF7xSlT6kki8S_IYNO7qcKQuQdcbEVuYxeIJ08FMYfCf-pgKsI_aHVaU1E8RWWfHMu72p55Cyvebj3nX6CsuN-uGy5-Ii4/s1600/Screenshot-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPeb39HKzQ5t2WJ81mAmuiQklePcFOZjt1Vp-sYanvWw_1rwF7xSlT6kki8S_IYNO7qcKQuQdcbEVuYxeIJ08FMYfCf-pgKsI_aHVaU1E8RWWfHMu72p55Cyvebj3nX6CsuN-uGy5-Ii4/s640/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As always, Jack just <em>had </em>to dominate the conversation. And first.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, our customers have been responding<em> very</em> well with me recently. I had one guy buy a piano, a drum set, and a guitar! I make 25,000 simoleons from that guy! And there was also this lady who bought ten antique records, and from her I made a whopping 50,000 simoleons."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mr. Simmons is such a suck up for what Jack wants him to be. Curse you Jack.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Very good, Jack! I am quite impressed. Nice work!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've also computed an average. 70% of the customers I approach buy something! I'm telling you, it's my mad persuasion skills! You couldn't do any better, I'm sure, Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just ignored him.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-OL3WGQvsmmFR35XqulsBs0RtGuQElXWvVJK4EN91JSITefm6qSzGnMQT7axzI5ktb3jaB7DuZqNIRg4n3ZrUhiSjZbl8otDUwzok4hdXTCGQuPNyUWPs5Cr8BkyaX67m_6Sb__t6QU/s1600/Screenshot-64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-OL3WGQvsmmFR35XqulsBs0RtGuQElXWvVJK4EN91JSITefm6qSzGnMQT7axzI5ktb3jaB7DuZqNIRg4n3ZrUhiSjZbl8otDUwzok4hdXTCGQuPNyUWPs5Cr8BkyaX67m_6Sb__t6QU/s640/Screenshot-64.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How about you, Alex? How have the customers been responding to you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The customers never respond as well to me, but I had to stretch the truth. How could I top what Jack just said?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it's been going...quite well, very well in fact...I have sold ten CD's and one piano to one person....And, well, a lot of small things to many people."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wow, that sounded so lame. Yup. I am such a bad salesman as long as Jack is in the same company as me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's wonderful, Alex." He smiled whole heartedly, but not for the same reason he smiled at Jack. He likes him as a salesman, but he likes me as a person. At least more so than he likes Jack. If it was all about personalities here, he'd so be fired. At least that's what I think.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54wENKnJssEpAXGiR0u5N15YxOkJnYqkES-EobtNiJRv0VkF3v2Td1Un7I0TtzmbQofLuFqbZkPUVvbC6Y_5fXIRnPxTTejP26uLay9O5nM_ANwn_yH72IbhMpruUOxnRHIN9zRLf6nU/s1600/Screenshot-65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54wENKnJssEpAXGiR0u5N15YxOkJnYqkES-EobtNiJRv0VkF3v2Td1Un7I0TtzmbQofLuFqbZkPUVvbC6Y_5fXIRnPxTTejP26uLay9O5nM_ANwn_yH72IbhMpruUOxnRHIN9zRLf6nU/s640/Screenshot-65.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How about you, Jade? How have the customers been going for you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, very well, sir. But-um-I don't know what else there is to mention...I am just a cashier, nothing else. I don't have statistics like-um-Jack does."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is really a very pretty girl, but she is quite shy. I don't blame her, she's in a room full of adults.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And how about you, Meghan, how have your ad been coming along?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, it's going quite well, thank you. It is for both Corrie and I. I have a photo session planned tomorrow. A lady will be playing the piano, and another will be lounging on it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mr. Simmons just loves to put girls in his ads. He wants them all young and pretty, just looking delicate. I don't even know what to think of it. At least he's not married, he got divorced a long time ago. Though it's none of my business, I think it's because she thought he was too childish.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXp6UsOgelITl39mpJnTxHYa8gpOju68wYchp64_C-s5qAD4O-WUlsUbDFN3TaagQVjt6imhyuLAH7DlfifbT7Bxu8HxutAozpuqTK1o56tqVzEI0ohs1JSh3pYCkAGWrA0WHE_0pBqE/s1600/Screenshot-66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXp6UsOgelITl39mpJnTxHYa8gpOju68wYchp64_C-s5qAD4O-WUlsUbDFN3TaagQVjt6imhyuLAH7DlfifbT7Bxu8HxutAozpuqTK1o56tqVzEI0ohs1JSh3pYCkAGWrA0WHE_0pBqE/s640/Screenshot-66.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh yes-and um...I want someone to do an errannd for me in Neverglade. I ordered some records there, and they won't bring it here unless we want to pay extra-a big amount. Aaron said he couldn't get them to make it free for us this time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aaron often is able to get us reduced prices, free shipping, but aparently not this time. Mr. Simmons is too cheap to pay for shipping. So instead we get to drive there. It's three hours away, a long, painful ride. Luckily we can use the company car and he pays for gas. It doesn't save us that much, but it still is somewhat cheaper. Which makes sense to Mr. Simmons.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, my grandparents live in a nursing home in Neverglade. It's not that they're super old and full of disease and imobile, or even that they have Alzheimers. It's a long story...It will all become aparent sooner or later. It was about time I paid them a visit, "I'd be willing to go, Mr. Simmons."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Great! You'll be leaving tomorrow, bright and early! You just go there to get the records, and lollygag as long as you want once you're done! Just make sure I get them tomorrow at 9:00. I will text you the deets when you get there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mr. Simmons is mostly a modern old man, besides shaving, at least. He is a strange man, and yet he doesn't understand me. I know, it doesn't make sense, but often he doesn't make sense.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sounds good Mr. Simmons, thank you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You can take the company car whenever you're ready. I'll pay back the gas money when you get back. Okay, guys, this meething is ajourned. The main thing I wished to accomplish was figuring out who would get the records, and now that is all figured out. You may all get back to work with your regular jobs!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As everyone left, Mr. Simmons told me, "Thank you so much for willing to take the journey to Neverglade! It's really quite a long trip, and in thanks, I will give you the rest of the day off."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yes! Now I can leave, and go to the library!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuMhIG-Ag5BjvT3kZggVeyDQYAIXfnZjyWC9lJEKA0ouy36hM5c1LPMuxn8-1l5TCjhPSJ2oTQjo_aFtG4-f_Xn8fCH-vfChtmzvWbWbXGaq5yQUEOPohSfiac-70JDOQ_g1RVvpKI9Q/s1600/Screenshot-67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuMhIG-Ag5BjvT3kZggVeyDQYAIXfnZjyWC9lJEKA0ouy36hM5c1LPMuxn8-1l5TCjhPSJ2oTQjo_aFtG4-f_Xn8fCH-vfChtmzvWbWbXGaq5yQUEOPohSfiac-70JDOQ_g1RVvpKI9Q/s640/Screenshot-67.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got to the library and immediatly started to look at the books to see any titles that had to do with dreams. I picked up a book called "Dreams History in Ancient Cultures".</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoac3gtFbzAvTR8icB0Wmd_8dyhlCGL5c4vPUz1GdvWYIVWL3u7v0QwS9Lt3WGqmsfMzPoM87XNcdxW7r7xBbBTKtTLMQo-41lRvrgtIxu-vJ-3ZYN2LRlgguHTMtTruteIG3KIMNWl1Y/s1600/Screenshot-68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoac3gtFbzAvTR8icB0Wmd_8dyhlCGL5c4vPUz1GdvWYIVWL3u7v0QwS9Lt3WGqmsfMzPoM87XNcdxW7r7xBbBTKtTLMQo-41lRvrgtIxu-vJ-3ZYN2LRlgguHTMtTruteIG3KIMNWl1Y/s640/Screenshot-68.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Intrigued, I immediatly started to skim the book. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">...Early information about the analysis of dreams comes from Mesopotamia (the land between the Tigris and Euphrates – part of what is now Iraq). The civilization that existed there around 5,000 BC left behind what is believed to be the world’s first book of dreams — a compilation of dream symbols and their meanings. Sumerians viewed their dreams as signs sent from gods. People had their dreams translated by “dream priests” who foretold the dreamer’s future...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">...The Egyptians took many ideas from the Sumerians; they also viewed dreams as messages from gods and created their own Dream Book (currently part of the archives at the British Museum in London). In temples dedicated to Serapis (a Hellenistic-Egyptian god), where special dream interpreters lived, Egyptians celebrated rituals, gave sacrifices and recited prayers in hopes that their dreams would reveal fragments of the future... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The Native Americans have relied on dreams for thousands of years to give them visions to the spirit world. Many Native Americans claim to aquire visions-a sort of dreamlike state, and in these they gain insight to their lives and what should be done. The Ghost Dance religion started through such a visiton...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This book really fascinated me. I spent a long time leafing through it. I certainly am not the first to find a lot of meaning from my dreams! That's amazing how such early civilizations could interpret them, and even more so how a sort of dream started a whole religion! That's insane.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6U7w3-tblkasrajhPrvavPDqotQFYbGyQfr-4sOfisr-AiKbnsbhPHHVsq4SOUdSyhop7WGx3VbW85Bb4a52nkiyZhqz2H2zvaDkPwYzFR2-AVk4DMBRRQUiM9Lz7N2800vnPYHiynM/s1600/Screenshot-69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6U7w3-tblkasrajhPrvavPDqotQFYbGyQfr-4sOfisr-AiKbnsbhPHHVsq4SOUdSyhop7WGx3VbW85Bb4a52nkiyZhqz2H2zvaDkPwYzFR2-AVk4DMBRRQUiM9Lz7N2800vnPYHiynM/s640/Screenshot-69.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I got another book, <em>Dreams, All You Need to Know.</em> I looked through this book, but I really just scanned certain sections of it. One thing was especially interesting to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">What is sleep paralysis? Sleep paraysis is a period in which you are unable to voluntarily control the movements of your body. This occurs either at sleep onset or upon waking.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I continued to scan the book for a long time, though it didn't feel so while I was reading. I looked at the clock, and it was getting really late!</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jSSh6UttBpQKY93GUHE11T4DyCNMoaS54vHW-P3iSAmVyy4EcubiMr5wYumwErUV_g2FOyPnsXkPaxS2hHH6JKCXQ8LUr7KsMx2NJEyudfMzPHKtXcjb7W7Rk-3Np78ysCVtyTpmzRY/s1600/Screenshot-73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jSSh6UttBpQKY93GUHE11T4DyCNMoaS54vHW-P3iSAmVyy4EcubiMr5wYumwErUV_g2FOyPnsXkPaxS2hHH6JKCXQ8LUr7KsMx2NJEyudfMzPHKtXcjb7W7Rk-3Np78ysCVtyTpmzRY/s640/Screenshot-73.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After I had a late dinner by myself (yup, Marshall and Jeff were off somewhere with their ladies), I went to bed. It was astonishly 11:00! I went to bed with a renewed vigor to dream.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRe7_UgiJuibQBnkoatiUPAQ0A8jOoe_P152aTH3Zdz6mh8ofGM5KCxrVoEXROHt-eUBIc5CeQpQVTcfpa7tP8qrJyf7rtRWd0IpR5PtHnRZ-bkqgiXCZ0aGtWXRmb9GHWjISJdWvhljM/s1600/Screenshot-74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRe7_UgiJuibQBnkoatiUPAQ0A8jOoe_P152aTH3Zdz6mh8ofGM5KCxrVoEXROHt-eUBIc5CeQpQVTcfpa7tP8qrJyf7rtRWd0IpR5PtHnRZ-bkqgiXCZ0aGtWXRmb9GHWjISJdWvhljM/s640/Screenshot-74.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was in a room all white, everywhere, by my feet, the walls the ceiling-I was surrounded by white. I was the only color in the room-even the lights were extremly bright!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was walking over to one wall. The only thing on the wall was a single, high up small window.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCEnwhlnwTdDywKor9KLjXhYZednZkRZIByKpi0U_YMtDZmRnOi6yE8jDDq4PSLthNrQxrVTuCX3rn038GA958fqRpIGDAtTJIJz53jfDSp4IMJsaGY3osjptQJCg6Dy3TbcUkVKCI-c/s1600/Screenshot-75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCEnwhlnwTdDywKor9KLjXhYZednZkRZIByKpi0U_YMtDZmRnOi6yE8jDDq4PSLthNrQxrVTuCX3rn038GA958fqRpIGDAtTJIJz53jfDSp4IMJsaGY3osjptQJCg6Dy3TbcUkVKCI-c/s640/Screenshot-75.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I was walking in a hallway. I just was continuing to walk aimlessly in front of me. I was lacking thought. I was walking without thinking or feeling any emotion.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9L10Q29Z03xJS-7XDSkQ6EOw36ync68uKWCEqK8I0uFrupNJsD8FODyn9v_7Ec16rhsmThcMTjDOo1XbQxEkbB4pGZZojAiSzxiSEEJyLo3BV-LqPeGt8gCRSFggGZbOPpD5Rf3H-ig/s1600/Screenshot-76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9L10Q29Z03xJS-7XDSkQ6EOw36ync68uKWCEqK8I0uFrupNJsD8FODyn9v_7Ec16rhsmThcMTjDOo1XbQxEkbB4pGZZojAiSzxiSEEJyLo3BV-LqPeGt8gCRSFggGZbOPpD5Rf3H-ig/s640/Screenshot-76.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I passed through the window in front of me, unfazed. Then I walked to another small window, and appeared in another hallway.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve7Y9hQnSVmUK2Lx75_oOwPZSUTKelesH8SDbwWSPQEOFFnor7itUrJ8WNy6tRwyltxCidi-J8MDlPkG6M70gzKqqvlRsxmuNFcTNU2PtZD0Rcs_oHTt6vFovbDAbWZsP9Q_TsCkFd-Y/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve7Y9hQnSVmUK2Lx75_oOwPZSUTKelesH8SDbwWSPQEOFFnor7itUrJ8WNy6tRwyltxCidi-J8MDlPkG6M70gzKqqvlRsxmuNFcTNU2PtZD0Rcs_oHTt6vFovbDAbWZsP9Q_TsCkFd-Y/s640/Screenshot-77.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time I paused for a minute. In front of me were two windows instead of one. I passed through those windows as well.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimYOC5hYJPmhAY21puIHDqBkeznsUHjlseMOyc1SmPthUfxfKxvW9shHzPTGt7RZzb-LGWvvqpGCDJO0nw6DrwB36Gd7nqhEUzBwR3pgv-Kt6HrAclUaq5gbcVipk5mF8YyGZpJIHtO0/s1600/Screenshot-78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimYOC5hYJPmhAY21puIHDqBkeznsUHjlseMOyc1SmPthUfxfKxvW9shHzPTGt7RZzb-LGWvvqpGCDJO0nw6DrwB36Gd7nqhEUzBwR3pgv-Kt6HrAclUaq5gbcVipk5mF8YyGZpJIHtO0/s640/Screenshot-78.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I passed that window, I arrived in a room instead of a hallway. This room had a staircase-the single piece of furniture in the room, and it had color. I walked up the stairs as if I was breathing-being the natural thing to do.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQf9eAatTRTXVQxb2rugNfMFKUvd4QhKPTzkxZwdhXgbM4PEc_oN5eu-BJTfii6ucqUv-uNHpETiWywweNer0lsYHAO8uh2IfCfi0F0qZa3h3RqNYv7klY9xlNvVmIVrrS0q1q7YXGW4/s1600/Screenshot-79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQf9eAatTRTXVQxb2rugNfMFKUvd4QhKPTzkxZwdhXgbM4PEc_oN5eu-BJTfii6ucqUv-uNHpETiWywweNer0lsYHAO8uh2IfCfi0F0qZa3h3RqNYv7klY9xlNvVmIVrrS0q1q7YXGW4/s640/Screenshot-79.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked and walked aimlessly, for what felt like hours. I continued to go through hallways and in rooms, up many staircases. I lost track of where I was. Whenever I neared a window, instantly I appeared on the other side of it.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS_PcR3I75BltBjI65JzKHf71R37Z38n9DIzHFVZU7sBSup7Lw7e56c9zOv4mg7tSPeG5Y1qMumjwWdvOvXTy1nK7vmU5ANgpema3hy-0Sxt7L751-k5We83kr1GUPWEfXYFGrzIeXXo/s1600/Screenshot-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS_PcR3I75BltBjI65JzKHf71R37Z38n9DIzHFVZU7sBSup7Lw7e56c9zOv4mg7tSPeG5Y1qMumjwWdvOvXTy1nK7vmU5ANgpema3hy-0Sxt7L751-k5We83kr1GUPWEfXYFGrzIeXXo/s640/Screenshot-80.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, I neared an ending point. The maze had ended, and I reached a dead end. But I wasn't staring at a bright white wall. Instead, there was a painting, the only color I've seen this whole time, besides the staircases. I started to stare intently at it, moving my eyes up and down the lines. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKH8gjYPZNlWMmljVzCeoRvd0VcikZ8dM5fwdnz8K9YJiRfj6fgajwIlutIHfPqzl5qLa6Qw2gg8wVkB1L5vG0IlnNg6FrtMq00PF15hgnZEMdgS-4z9kGSazFHr82_M-3wqajHFli-Q/s1600/Screenshot-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKH8gjYPZNlWMmljVzCeoRvd0VcikZ8dM5fwdnz8K9YJiRfj6fgajwIlutIHfPqzl5qLa6Qw2gg8wVkB1L5vG0IlnNg6FrtMq00PF15hgnZEMdgS-4z9kGSazFHr82_M-3wqajHFli-Q/s640/Screenshot-82.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I woke up quite astonished-and kind of excited. This dream was hazy as all my dreams are, but instead of being dark, it was just overwhelimingly bright. It felt good to be so devoid of emotion, strangely enough. I felt renewed. But once I saw that painting, my mood imediatly changed, and I felt awe and I was inspired-more so than you can ever feel in waking life. This dream must be telling me something.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtJh9XXbS2tlWb7u1Mfpvm51fDNzcgMK7sRBJHuiRwtse6CgrQ83O5U17C7R2IFKqVpfywGZ-2MiuvTHgHE2l5ZfMUPfI5Z5-tp0foqQPXIKm57GKokMdmy6p51JIhgS_9_gIs5A8Nic/s1600/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtJh9XXbS2tlWb7u1Mfpvm51fDNzcgMK7sRBJHuiRwtse6CgrQ83O5U17C7R2IFKqVpfywGZ-2MiuvTHgHE2l5ZfMUPfI5Z5-tp0foqQPXIKm57GKokMdmy6p51JIhgS_9_gIs5A8Nic/s640/Screenshot-83.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time I looked up 'white'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;">White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life.�Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up. In Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;">The only thing I can say to this is so true. I have experienced a rebirth in my life, finally. I have something to live for. It may not seem like much, but they are really interesting and they will help me get through the day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;">Ok guys, that info on dreams is all true, just so you know. I would also like to say that I didn't come up with the text from those books, except for the part about Native Americans, as I'm reading a book about them for English!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-60893592002355524292011-04-25T20:17:00.000-07:002011-04-25T20:23:22.114-07:00Chapter 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOMgjoQHsvoeN13NwAVv6op33Ya1g9GOh2ieRjgFh-RpbIUrq40UASK5kimnGzxtCdrNHheicxa10ZFXXQJ8PL2l-giLfSJ1e1Ziv9oey5S8wssaYx-TMqGWeZIq4XfRb5_cTr8ktVIk/s1600/Screenshot-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOMgjoQHsvoeN13NwAVv6op33Ya1g9GOh2ieRjgFh-RpbIUrq40UASK5kimnGzxtCdrNHheicxa10ZFXXQJ8PL2l-giLfSJ1e1Ziv9oey5S8wssaYx-TMqGWeZIq4XfRb5_cTr8ktVIk/s640/Screenshot-30.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After I finished reading the dream dictionary entry, I went home, expecting Marshall and Jeff to be playing Man Slaughter II. But, I was wrong. Really wrong. Seriously, what was I thinking? They were with their girls all day, aparently. Marshall and Stella were snuggling on the couch, watching some chick flick. Marshall always wants to make the girl happy, just as Jeff does. If I was blind, I would swear they were siamese twins or something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall barely turns his head to me, "Oh, hey Alex! You're finally back."</div>"Um-yeah. Could we talk for a minute?"<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured he could sacrifice a few minutes to talk with me. It's not like he's really watching the movie or something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Babe, I'm gonna talk to Alex a little bit, kay?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, that's fine. I'll just finish the rest of the movie."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3IsMsSLjQT3lQLIApxhvRD_t4cREWOYpv2hlPoRc3_k25jvwdqp163wkcbPF6JnNuH6NizGDOhllCLtcYZTLq7czk-MMvY8RtnTkokbDtU74QmKKEKPtEgBIefdoftAOUuv_xXO_6Lc/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3IsMsSLjQT3lQLIApxhvRD_t4cREWOYpv2hlPoRc3_k25jvwdqp163wkcbPF6JnNuH6NizGDOhllCLtcYZTLq7czk-MMvY8RtnTkokbDtU74QmKKEKPtEgBIefdoftAOUuv_xXO_6Lc/s640/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So how is it going with Stella? It seems you guys are really hittin it off!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, we are. We've really had a nice time!"</div>"Tell me about her."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-I don't know...I was too busy staring at her to understand half the words she was saying. Man, girls can really talk!"</div>I did agree with him in a way, but I too like to talk. Of course, what girls say usually make sense, but I often don't. I'm such a ranter.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I understand Marshall. You'll get over her good looks and hear her. You know you'll have to know what she says, or she'll quiz ya later." How am I even one to talk? I've never had a girlfriend or anything, but I do know things. My grandpa Joel has already told me a lot about girls, he used to be a lady's man, but hasn't for years. So, pretty much he knows all about girls. I guess he hopes that I'll get a girlfriend, but obviously I don't have one yet. I want one too, grandpa.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu5N8En-8Ec9Ige-CS9AEIDHD7nr1j2JJ1JcQe0BUbOKS30KsJWw_uddb9KkvvPYSWZMqm8EHnyy-55gSEx4oqZ36dEqsYUOz8FRsw1H8ApUo1AMZ8becyH87H8JDUruVRZYUQD7sIzc/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu5N8En-8Ec9Ige-CS9AEIDHD7nr1j2JJ1JcQe0BUbOKS30KsJWw_uddb9KkvvPYSWZMqm8EHnyy-55gSEx4oqZ36dEqsYUOz8FRsw1H8ApUo1AMZ8becyH87H8JDUruVRZYUQD7sIzc/s640/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah...Hey, you mind if Stella stays over tonight? And-I'm sorry that Marina wasn't there...I guess she was sick. I'm sorry that we just left you alone like that...It was insensitive of me. I was just...hypnotized."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stella came struttin in, right on time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The movies over. Oh, it was so romantic, Marshall."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gave him the eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What's this about being hypnotized?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-just how you hypnotized me this morning so I'd leave Alex all alone."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stella ignored the "Alex all alone" part, "Oh, that's so sweet, Marshie!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiya-EHM8whEkYIp-1ULhmp1Qhi1rmOqw519CpTP3oR6FvR7Fmfg6VPxILMzcPt_W8V9THJv6YfkWZAY89L-lDbZdZchqCWUrMtcc0YWyaPI9O3ZR3f6C5ZV-XxV1k2GvQnBydy56arsZ0/s1600/Screenshot-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiya-EHM8whEkYIp-1ULhmp1Qhi1rmOqw519CpTP3oR6FvR7Fmfg6VPxILMzcPt_W8V9THJv6YfkWZAY89L-lDbZdZchqCWUrMtcc0YWyaPI9O3ZR3f6C5ZV-XxV1k2GvQnBydy56arsZ0/s640/Screenshot-33.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stella took her arms and wrapped them around Marshall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey-if you ever need some advice about girls, I'm here for you, man."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But-Grandpa Joel already told me everything I need to know. <em>Trust</em> me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh please, Alex! If he told you everything, you'd already have a girl. It just takes a little charms and good looks, and you're good to go. You're half there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then Stella whispered something in his ear. Something about how he's the full package, with the charms and the looks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-yeah, that's the problem. I don't know how."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup. So seriously, Alex, if you need anything, I'm here ready to listen."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At least as much as Marshall always listens, anyway.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPZkYKjtZXNiNr34YQVsGuK76VGfG2gP4kCjdE4RTyucJLymZfwJZXRrodQVqW7y__YRfIP91ZOxvb2FktAbglvESlfgJmeLjipHYKHF7SFdl68jsaSija-DVPSmhG15gm9jtG7zO9Zo/s1600/Screenshot-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPZkYKjtZXNiNr34YQVsGuK76VGfG2gP4kCjdE4RTyucJLymZfwJZXRrodQVqW7y__YRfIP91ZOxvb2FktAbglvESlfgJmeLjipHYKHF7SFdl68jsaSija-DVPSmhG15gm9jtG7zO9Zo/s640/Screenshot-35.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stella was still hanging onto Marshall. It's disgusting. It's barely been a few days, and she's already clingy. I would like to say that this will make Marshall break up with her, that he doesn't like clingy girls and he wants a life outside a girlfriend, but that isn't him. He always wants to be with them all the time if he has a girl, and he is totally faithful. The problem is, at least what I think the proble is, he sucks all the juice out of their relationship early. It's like a fruit tree. They're in the beginning of their relationship so the were a sappling a few days ago. And what he's getting now with this full on relationship business-now they're a small little tree with a few little pieces of fruit. They're quickly taking away all the little fruit that's there. In relationships, you should start slowly in the beginning, so you have enough fruit for later. In more mature relationships, you can afford to go overboard with picking, since there's much more fruit and it can grow back. So, Marshall is always picking the fruit much too fast! And of course, this is true for Jeff too. They should learn to keep girls, not to just get them. Did that analogy even make sense? That's what I'm talking about. I can't speak those words out loud, since no one talks that way. But I would, if only someone would get me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm going to bed, Marshall. And-good night Stella...See you guys in the morning."</div>It was a little awkward with Stella there. She didn't even say a word to me. So she's the clingy-'I only talk to my boyfriend, not my boyfriend's friends' kind of girl. Great.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVtgvrN6UXxmv8CpdwdKHl5QMFrtlpQftjnIc29mXqF6ZvW2ip8VBqb2NgkRR7RK-jToqcRfPka0q0IVco_Kvs40vofc4oZaRISh-6qqqTrmBuAL6IKzO36rh2nx0G1SVU8wGH9Je8Uo/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVtgvrN6UXxmv8CpdwdKHl5QMFrtlpQftjnIc29mXqF6ZvW2ip8VBqb2NgkRR7RK-jToqcRfPka0q0IVco_Kvs40vofc4oZaRISh-6qqqTrmBuAL6IKzO36rh2nx0G1SVU8wGH9Je8Uo/s640/Screenshot-36.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked past Jeff's room, and the door was open. He and Trisha were there, staring at each other, holding each other. I didn't mean to spy, but how could I help it? It was as if they were breathing after making out. As long as no one's woo hooing, I'm good. Gosh, I hope they won't. That would be so awkward if Trisha and Jeff, and Stella and Marshall were doing that all night. I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink, and I'd have nightmares when I would finally be able to sleep. I haven't even kissed a girl-much less woo hoo with one. Could I possibly be more lame?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried my best not to stare at them another second and leave. I wish I could be in as much love as my friends were. Will I ever get there? It seems unlikely.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchI-sqLK-tcQgfRPok8m61LztuM2tgfSrWBQpB-_uuNwfB9copJMk7GXHtGhwYxKTCWIiOl9aoSXz6FPzHG8ukkMB3sWpSwcR_nDXdhqjYnHSh-tNlB1YezRJN6_zpb2aYbgycDehDkA/s1600/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchI-sqLK-tcQgfRPok8m61LztuM2tgfSrWBQpB-_uuNwfB9copJMk7GXHtGhwYxKTCWIiOl9aoSXz6FPzHG8ukkMB3sWpSwcR_nDXdhqjYnHSh-tNlB1YezRJN6_zpb2aYbgycDehDkA/s640/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got in my room, I got a phone call. At 10:00 at night. There's only one person who would call me that late.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey Alex, this is Mr. Simmons. I would like to inform you that I have a meeting slotted for 9:00 tomorrow. I am sorry to get to you so late, I've forgotten."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's just like him to forget that he had a meeting scheduled. He is so disorganized, but still it's nice that he lets all of his employees know what's going on, and even get our opinions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't exactly happy, though. "Oh, thanks for the heads up, Mr. Simmons...I'll be there..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I turned off my phone, and went to bed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZJjMVnPPfFAR2wkQ5jyGsNHejI3Q__ZMa3FtdJxDFY0n01ukhp863lo-KT5z_jXh565IhDo3lirHvB68CDnqEb8og9fUhHHdEE-JqFoKaf4hYq6YnDM58Dny79aKsTSHSrGZRGrZP4k/s1600/Screenshot-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZJjMVnPPfFAR2wkQ5jyGsNHejI3Q__ZMa3FtdJxDFY0n01ukhp863lo-KT5z_jXh565IhDo3lirHvB68CDnqEb8og9fUhHHdEE-JqFoKaf4hYq6YnDM58Dny79aKsTSHSrGZRGrZP4k/s640/Screenshot-38.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened my eyes, barely. I could barely make out anything in front of me, but I saw that I was in my bedroom, as a person should be when they wake up. But I could barely open my eyes. It was as if a force wouldn't let me open my eyes. They felt sticky, like a watery sugar was keeping them closed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvzsm4hvkJNUeyDjyqlqV6k504vfOOgRUSU8BEvGGTKooP5tFEbEV_CnvdUNZoRuFjqP07l-ZuJ3ua3_AQFDKeMwuOhitSFpW8IgvdKN6PQjCo8QVW4pSQOFG5FpAau3daLZ-Q0yrosQ/s1600/Screenshot-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvzsm4hvkJNUeyDjyqlqV6k504vfOOgRUSU8BEvGGTKooP5tFEbEV_CnvdUNZoRuFjqP07l-ZuJ3ua3_AQFDKeMwuOhitSFpW8IgvdKN6PQjCo8QVW4pSQOFG5FpAau3daLZ-Q0yrosQ/s640/Screenshot-39.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was able to make out a body, though. In my room stood a man. I couldn't make out his head at all, I just knew that there was someone in my room. He just stood there, not looking at me, or anything. Or maybe he was looking at me-maybe he was staring at me, ready to pounce at any minute. I can picture it now! I still was having trouble opening up my eyes, they wouldn't budge no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't move a muscle. I wanted to get up and run out of my room, but my muscles wouldn't give.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbW3X5yMg9vCEc5IRgMNPpb_EFRziBiAlq2hZTkBftIErUKw3ryDdBsSIWPFmlzr6IK4vXvCrKXrhyx7tNksCdZ_I3Kz-FygVUWtdGUUv4IpKO-nBAtTLlZLI4D7kOUEJx1fOOB7LkFY/s1600/Screenshot-40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbW3X5yMg9vCEc5IRgMNPpb_EFRziBiAlq2hZTkBftIErUKw3ryDdBsSIWPFmlzr6IK4vXvCrKXrhyx7tNksCdZ_I3Kz-FygVUWtdGUUv4IpKO-nBAtTLlZLI4D7kOUEJx1fOOB7LkFY/s640/Screenshot-40.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I opened my eyes again and there stood another man. I could barely see what he was doing, but I could make out his hand very well. His hand was cupped, and he was slowly walking toward me. I became panic-striken.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What does this man want from me? Who are these people? Does he want to stab me-will a knife appear in his hand once he reaches me? How did they even get in here?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With all my might, I tried to move my muscles, to slip out on the left side of the bed. Then I would jump out of the window. I don't care if I break it and bleed, that would be better than this. But no, my muscles wouldn't let me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST1JADhAmcGyL1xGQI8ZT648AnrkB5F-e9ow-U5Q72k9FkfaLlnWVJbYU6NoqZMlGCzkmqd47kZQRygqN6LhWVqQlaMWwolcYrKW-GbbzrbyvioXRZzhdqneDX4Xv8ahLTMj7j-nc33E/s1600/Screenshot-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST1JADhAmcGyL1xGQI8ZT648AnrkB5F-e9ow-U5Q72k9FkfaLlnWVJbYU6NoqZMlGCzkmqd47kZQRygqN6LhWVqQlaMWwolcYrKW-GbbzrbyvioXRZzhdqneDX4Xv8ahLTMj7j-nc33E/s640/Screenshot-41.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I closed my eyes, and opened them again. Once more, the scene changed. The man was coming closer, and my nerves rose. But I also noticed a little boy. This boy seemed to have great power, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. Something was strange about him, though. I closed my eyes again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPf0zLK-xnVCZ9WY_69bQkH2T1tBgW-BEkded7fD91ODeyFJan7xJhcGNfWePBLAV0rMMpRFO3m-5Yic_y63rBiLaCjdQB8YkvTyzW5bneHWkm475cJLCSR1Lm4ouktWa6ixYiT7rjFeM/s1600/Screenshot-42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPf0zLK-xnVCZ9WY_69bQkH2T1tBgW-BEkded7fD91ODeyFJan7xJhcGNfWePBLAV0rMMpRFO3m-5Yic_y63rBiLaCjdQB8YkvTyzW5bneHWkm475cJLCSR1Lm4ouktWa6ixYiT7rjFeM/s640/Screenshot-42.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I woke up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What a strange dream. I can't believe I just couldn't open my eyes at all!"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got up, and went downstairs. I looked at the clock, and it was 10:00. Maybe Marshall and Jeff are up, but probably not.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7ykL0jENCpAwGTEAFD3wW5M809xvZhl34uYAqac2rjNLe23251_2uitQXgoIPgeGsyoBdiQu-s7C2YpfIcFG3KfWjaEM9X5FteSdDtxsrevK4Js6KAjmIkfANYsN6zHWXuM89ZBeaqo/s1600/Screenshot-45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7ykL0jENCpAwGTEAFD3wW5M809xvZhl34uYAqac2rjNLe23251_2uitQXgoIPgeGsyoBdiQu-s7C2YpfIcFG3KfWjaEM9X5FteSdDtxsrevK4Js6KAjmIkfANYsN6zHWXuM89ZBeaqo/s640/Screenshot-45.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I went down the stairs, and there were Jeff and Marshall. But Trisha was there too. I almost forgot that she was here! Stella was no where in sight, though.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Good morning sleepy head! I can't believe it's 10:00 and you haven't even been up yet! We've been up since 5:00."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">That's when I remembered, they often love to get up to have an early breakfast.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"What, do you guys want breakfast or something? Well, I'm sorry I woke up so late. My bad."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh no, it's ok, Alex. We've just been waiting to share some news with you."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXzhmPVe-NzkKbrvatbtwJyY5EXxENNjqy1qucHqTlucvFRdb8fg-HH3S6OomqNoFMwPK7Ay9Ldg54sI4Knf9O9Env68T3AAtIcfR6Z6qeI3PyYFOMey6pZOCRIoqxMmjPvbV8iEoJnc/s1600/Screenshot-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXzhmPVe-NzkKbrvatbtwJyY5EXxENNjqy1qucHqTlucvFRdb8fg-HH3S6OomqNoFMwPK7Ay9Ldg54sI4Knf9O9Env68T3AAtIcfR6Z6qeI3PyYFOMey6pZOCRIoqxMmjPvbV8iEoJnc/s640/Screenshot-46.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was pretty confused. It's only been a night since I've seen them, and they already have news?</div>"Oh yeah...what kind of news?"<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EXVEEnPd_5K7_DeQXt45HMiYzI4zJYoJLel05CAVEchMMDeJ0xRni-aQjJByxgYBLqFcQLWk_4GGvkKF87AywVbMF5toyXhlhUy4oSncWf9wJ39wP6aajPCpN4vsOM6FOZBbDmtzwM0/s1600/Screenshot-47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EXVEEnPd_5K7_DeQXt45HMiYzI4zJYoJLel05CAVEchMMDeJ0xRni-aQjJByxgYBLqFcQLWk_4GGvkKF87AywVbMF5toyXhlhUy4oSncWf9wJ39wP6aajPCpN4vsOM6FOZBbDmtzwM0/s640/Screenshot-47.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Dude! Alex! It's about Stella. We woo hooed up a storm last night. And so did Tasha and Jeff! Stella is pregnant, and she's at the hospital getting an ultra sound. Isn't it great? I'm gonna be a father, and I'm going to take no responsibilty for it what so ever! Awesome, huh?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9hbsbbyMMJQVqLQgeJNS-gCbl1oPSgGxuPFGHIAVDSssvbFrY_byEtqde9fzs1ygf2zCcPikPp9aSYbpAGsKX9wE9zuFEfIVRiUuLsEQk-pj8L7UzTWjU2q5YxCQZOYs_8X7Exel-xU/s1600/Screenshot-43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9hbsbbyMMJQVqLQgeJNS-gCbl1oPSgGxuPFGHIAVDSssvbFrY_byEtqde9fzs1ygf2zCcPikPp9aSYbpAGsKX9wE9zuFEfIVRiUuLsEQk-pj8L7UzTWjU2q5YxCQZOYs_8X7Exel-xU/s640/Screenshot-43.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I woke up for real. <em>Huh. It was only just a dream. Thank GOSH.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Naturally, I hopped on my laptop to look up a few things.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked up 'eyes', and I skimmed the few paragraphs. The last paragraph was relevant to my dream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">To dream that you cannot open your eyes, indicates that there is a waking situation that you are just plain refusing to see or acknowledge. Alternatively, your inability to open your eyes may be physiological in reason. When we sleep, our eyes are closed (no kidding). So in dreaming that you are trying to open your eyes, your mind may actually be telling you to really open your eyes to the point where you actually wake up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">What is it that I'm failing to see? Is that even true for me? Surely I know exactly what I want. And what I know is, I haven't found it yet. I just wish I could, but I haven't yet. And wow, I've never thought about that before! Duh I couldn't open my eyes because it had to do with my sleeping, so it transferred to the dream world! So I guess that also goes along with my not being able to wake up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I looked at my watch, oh crap! 8:45. I better be getting to the meeting. Oh joy...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5ssgs1qXuDFMH-MNseXKZnrgpFy8OTytmI6KVT6iKBDdSYGmGJEBQBXWLdavljMGIqfW843eR8H9BYmSIiEHUz60md5V4mp7Jt0JlS0cH_ID4dCCLTyT4_5vstZCFacBjp5dC6g9u5w/s1600/Screenshot-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5ssgs1qXuDFMH-MNseXKZnrgpFy8OTytmI6KVT6iKBDdSYGmGJEBQBXWLdavljMGIqfW843eR8H9BYmSIiEHUz60md5V4mp7Jt0JlS0cH_ID4dCCLTyT4_5vstZCFacBjp5dC6g9u5w/s640/Screenshot-44.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I put on my best clothes, ready to face what was about to occur. Though Mr. Simmons isn't formal, he still insists that we dress nice when we have our meetings. I think it's because he wants to be taken seriously.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When I arrived, no one was there. Mr. Simmons was just sitting down. He acknowledged me without looking, "Hello, Alex. Good morning."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um-where is everyone?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's not important. Come, sit."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Hc_n9i5UKHzaw5pC7V1X6-9tg9EJ9vyJO2qbQQ6CUZJENwqtzYR_vNrVNr4g8Gp12T6IDkJn5i-P06gYyR6RC1qpUZTa7z51UdCztUU6SVXOfh9AtOG3MBg6fc86Yk3_c_xVGlW5vtE/s1600/Screenshot-48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Hc_n9i5UKHzaw5pC7V1X6-9tg9EJ9vyJO2qbQQ6CUZJENwqtzYR_vNrVNr4g8Gp12T6IDkJn5i-P06gYyR6RC1qpUZTa7z51UdCztUU6SVXOfh9AtOG3MBg6fc86Yk3_c_xVGlW5vtE/s640/Screenshot-48.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, I sat. What is going on?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He looked nice in his fancy suit, and yet he didn't shave. How contradictory. But so Mr. Simmons. He hates to shave really close. I think he still uses an old fashioned knife.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I called you an hour early to the meeting. I wanted to talk. You've seemed so down lately, so I thought this would be the perfect time to converse. What's been bothering you?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, this is nice. Mr. Simmons has always looked out for me. He is like a fatherly figure for when I don't want to speak with my dad. My dad...is kind of hard to talk to. He's nothing like me. But if anything, Mr. Simmons is closer in personality than he is. He gets me better, though my dad tried his hardest to understand me too.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well-you're right. Something has been bothering me..."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">There was a long pause.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"And, what is that?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I guess it's everything. My life is a consistent line, always horizontal."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He gave that face that says 'come on, don't get all Alex on me, I want to help you, not listen to your strange analogies'.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"How so?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As long as I sound normal, he is always a great listener.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, I feel like my life needs some pizazz. Some spice, and I'm not quite sure what that is."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I convieniently left out the wanting a girl part, that would be weird to talk to him about.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, this is what I'll tell you. Sometimes, you're blind to what's right under your nose."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And I knew exactly what he meant.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Ooo! Mysterious! Do you guys think you knew what Mr. Simmons is saying? Do you think Alex knows what it is that could be the answer? Please, comment and guess. I won't tell you if you're right though, but I'll applaud you in the next chapter if you were right, though ^_^.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-23922887721244120302011-04-22T20:54:00.000-07:002011-04-22T21:04:03.055-07:00Chapter 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCkiU8LgViZHsDy3wKpBWYK7sRQ-7HRNSj2hUALTN4ttxB4fQY1kLn3uS8jOJWpj34UBnLGk43TXYz80Hjwz5izNhVjaD2KD8ihwv-TkqPCcyplDIhl2ZnDiXOOlH6q2BThVpg2L_mp8/s1600/Screenshot-560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCkiU8LgViZHsDy3wKpBWYK7sRQ-7HRNSj2hUALTN4ttxB4fQY1kLn3uS8jOJWpj34UBnLGk43TXYz80Hjwz5izNhVjaD2KD8ihwv-TkqPCcyplDIhl2ZnDiXOOlH6q2BThVpg2L_mp8/s640/Screenshot-560.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marashall and Jeff immediatly stopped excercising, even though we just got here. Like the romantic guys they are, they started walking with them on piggy back. Clearly, somehow they planned this. They told Stella and Tasha that we were going to be here to excersice, and for some reason, they show up. If they really wanted to get together, couldn't they just ask? I don't know what their logic is behind that. It's not possible that they came here just to excercise, they're not even wearing proper clothes. And I knew perfectly well why...that other girl I was with wasn't with them. But, my suspicions were proved when I heard Marshall and Stella whispering. I have hawk ears, and no one ever seems to get that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Where's Marina? I don't really feel comfortable just leaving Alex here alone. It's not really nice."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um...she is...she's sick, yeah she's sick. She couldn't come. Please, can't we go somewhere."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall turned around to look at her, and she gave these eyes that would make any guy melt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah-Alex is fine. Let's go. He wants to excercise, anyway. He wouldn't want to come with us."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, she pretty much hates me. She doesn't think I'm smooth like Jeff and Marshall, which I'm not. Who could blame her? I would never go for a girl that doesn't understand though.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXbLVoLRvQFl7XrWIQ9NiGThhOsWpSQQs2j16LmV8mZDRdhga7tPkHrlSs07uVXDz4H6zdKB2hrkC0dprA-OCuEfERiMXwL6Z0CcjaVfF9AXw5C9SmU9uXrafjaPcupC2I-G4OjZzJfw/s1600/Screenshot-563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXbLVoLRvQFl7XrWIQ9NiGThhOsWpSQQs2j16LmV8mZDRdhga7tPkHrlSs07uVXDz4H6zdKB2hrkC0dprA-OCuEfERiMXwL6Z0CcjaVfF9AXw5C9SmU9uXrafjaPcupC2I-G4OjZzJfw/s640/Screenshot-563.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I was at the gym for a while, sweatin away. I really hate jogging on the treadmill, but I would also hate being fat too. And if I were fat, then what would I have then? I don't have any talent, I'm not good with girls, so at least I have a good body. If I could take a pill that would make me sleek and muscular, without doing anything else, I would take it in a heartbeat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfnW6yPNgBvRuh5boubjW-iF5cZA12b2D7LCPVftbxxWYlNoqs-04SQlPs_G_qQjn8uHXSlivAubZ-X5OTlMBivk1u8Tpfz2v2axdxcPI_ZW-nPqo_yjBQGJzzahBV0D_y06JOL0DguY/s1600/Screenshot-564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfnW6yPNgBvRuh5boubjW-iF5cZA12b2D7LCPVftbxxWYlNoqs-04SQlPs_G_qQjn8uHXSlivAubZ-X5OTlMBivk1u8Tpfz2v2axdxcPI_ZW-nPqo_yjBQGJzzahBV0D_y06JOL0DguY/s640/Screenshot-564.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After I got bored and tired of jogging, I felt like walking. My parents had this thing of walking. They always claimed that it freed their mind, and that's what they always do. It's their "thing". I would love to meet a girl one day where we have a "thing" like they do. And they're right, it does free your mind. Somehow, it makes me happier.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55AmoOxQQr-i20MCMfrIg52lDTFXzNqelq7_ytZqGqEc8XEGzY21yRb-mLv-piYx9Mm7gaHNhaxLwNFkyBK4SUXpcJI61kREZKmOlVZ1nEdGDO-UPp7Ex1tcTXpceKw5ueRzWicExRn8/s1600/Screenshot-566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55AmoOxQQr-i20MCMfrIg52lDTFXzNqelq7_ytZqGqEc8XEGzY21yRb-mLv-piYx9Mm7gaHNhaxLwNFkyBK4SUXpcJI61kREZKmOlVZ1nEdGDO-UPp7Ex1tcTXpceKw5ueRzWicExRn8/s640/Screenshot-566.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Eventually, I found myself at Billy's Tunes, so I decided to go in. I wasn't expecting Mr. Simmons to be there (he hates working on Mondays), and he wasn't, and no one else was. I have the place to myself.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLi2Kpt2ExKgLFfJ6qv7ZYE28mFWv0ST_zFl2CvUpVhh2gf8HIhrkeKvRAyFb1iy9yz7H-xvnvvLBXdhfuN7FpvBLb5DAM4K93TaZNn-3YCj0IbdzURVP23kw07MMesU2dh7PWyrUEyk/s1600/Screenshot-567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLi2Kpt2ExKgLFfJ6qv7ZYE28mFWv0ST_zFl2CvUpVhh2gf8HIhrkeKvRAyFb1iy9yz7H-xvnvvLBXdhfuN7FpvBLb5DAM4K93TaZNn-3YCj0IbdzURVP23kw07MMesU2dh7PWyrUEyk/s640/Screenshot-567.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For some reason, I was feeling a little tired. I was excersing a lot, between jogging on the treadmill and walking here, so that should be a given. I'm just surprised I hadn't fainted while walking from exhaustion. So I decided a little coffee would be nice. Upstairs there's a little break room with a coffee maker, a mini fridge, and a little table. It's a really cute, nice place to settle down. Mr. Simmons doesn't mind if we're up here, even if it's not during our work hours. He doesn't mind much. He pretty much never gets mad, and he lets us do almost anything with in reason that we like here, and with work in general. He's the type of boss that you would want to have.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3u7XVBQay7cbdfWp6CAnTHh91v62gmhDCYc0WCHNTbZAxjc1gl0lqF3tz_ZjmDI3a71cef9s7uGASq5FS_fvy5ZcEJFR1weyOZ6upT_Co0GCJZqzvt7pNOCzTsek7-lzVUOzktDp1Fg/s1600/Screenshot-568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3u7XVBQay7cbdfWp6CAnTHh91v62gmhDCYc0WCHNTbZAxjc1gl0lqF3tz_ZjmDI3a71cef9s7uGASq5FS_fvy5ZcEJFR1weyOZ6upT_Co0GCJZqzvt7pNOCzTsek7-lzVUOzktDp1Fg/s640/Screenshot-568.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I found myself a seat, and started to drink my coffee. The coffee here is good. Mr. Simmons bought it once while he was in France. It's really expensive and amazing. It has so many settings on it. I made this fancy coffee with foam on the top. Foam signifies perfect coffee. I do drink coffee sometimes when I'm feeling icky or sleepy. My logic is that it's way better than drinking alcohol, so how is coffee that bad for you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somehow, I was still sleepy even after drinking my coffee.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEomgnFpFXqgf_MEbDJWfyUx79Eln0rWWrq_ePG8LZf4kCSKq82yqIEMB5LrnMKKy0w0aFvsH8kBh4GMif7n-f_CxO1begwQDbFEkDRgWD_fzqO_c4bOPHkw6Crd_FcOLGoHTgRyAt0VQ/s1600/Screenshot-570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEomgnFpFXqgf_MEbDJWfyUx79Eln0rWWrq_ePG8LZf4kCSKq82yqIEMB5LrnMKKy0w0aFvsH8kBh4GMif7n-f_CxO1begwQDbFEkDRgWD_fzqO_c4bOPHkw6Crd_FcOLGoHTgRyAt0VQ/s640/Screenshot-570.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was in a very dark room. The walls were cobblestone, and the floors were stone as well, everything was gray. In front of me were bars. Right away, I knew exactly where I was. I was in prison.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I can't believe that I just had to rob Billy's Tunes! I was getting so jealous of Mr. Simmons...Why must he always be the one on top? I want to be the boss for once! But I can't do that, so how is stealing so bad? Isn't stealing better than taking over someones job as boss? I would say it is! Screw Mr. Simmons!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYBcE_suqUgco9K-1bLES29vWG3zj7XJ8fbpjVDBbiFkWzKmTO2-5bn6396HMxXiglbTtKQTY0Pwu109GdMbPCpJn6hY4Ge_9pedXlr6OzXagxMEclQGKnqCyUkH4anXulefxxxenthY/s1600/Screenshot-571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYBcE_suqUgco9K-1bLES29vWG3zj7XJ8fbpjVDBbiFkWzKmTO2-5bn6396HMxXiglbTtKQTY0Pwu109GdMbPCpJn6hY4Ge_9pedXlr6OzXagxMEclQGKnqCyUkH4anXulefxxxenthY/s640/Screenshot-571.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at the wall, and I saw my writing that I wrote a few weeks ago. I did that thing where I knew what it said but I didn't really read it, it said <span style="font-family: Courier New;">"We have sown the seeds of sin this is our punishment". </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I could barely make out the words, and when I tried to read it I became dizzy, and my view was darker.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRjjs50nhN_jQV0f8sA1GIGWc9orRQaJLVl5YWn5e7Pqyp5xNGeVExiMqITiyKszq_UT4RLYp8TnNbxbt2VYmqOUHIko9UpPuwMo_e9so_UBAalBRrb5ELGxmzLbXV40Is5byx4BCe7Y/s1600/Screenshot-572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRjjs50nhN_jQV0f8sA1GIGWc9orRQaJLVl5YWn5e7Pqyp5xNGeVExiMqITiyKszq_UT4RLYp8TnNbxbt2VYmqOUHIko9UpPuwMo_e9so_UBAalBRrb5ELGxmzLbXV40Is5byx4BCe7Y/s640/Screenshot-572.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I looked around my cell some more. I recalled a few accidents that had occured.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I can't believe that I had to mess my cell up so!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at the mirror.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Jamelle was asking for it! I broke that mirror for a reason. He was pissing me off so much.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had aparently pounded my fist so hard on the mirror that I had caused it to crack.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I got hurt so bad after I did that! But Jamelle was a f****** f**. He deserved it!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I turned my attention to the toilet and toilet paper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I can't believe that one day I was just going to the bathroom, and the toilet just fell under me! And no one would even replace it for me! And they couldn't even replac the toilet paper either. How f****** hard is that to do?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaHbGSPJ3OOAZJvJ1Wriaax6zN_Qnf_SgbIDGCAiQO8Q6_Gth9th1gbvXZow7r9G0JpdzI3Ey3x36oB80o9j9_Xn93psGlvM6FqQVdIADD0NdA8Bo6KOSUkKubMngaCDc6pCpR2CP-ZU/s1600/Screenshot-573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaHbGSPJ3OOAZJvJ1Wriaax6zN_Qnf_SgbIDGCAiQO8Q6_Gth9th1gbvXZow7r9G0JpdzI3Ey3x36oB80o9j9_Xn93psGlvM6FqQVdIADD0NdA8Bo6KOSUkKubMngaCDc6pCpR2CP-ZU/s640/Screenshot-573.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I heard thumping coming closer and closer. I felt something go down my throat, and I quickly became woozy, losing my barings completly.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-nDEzUgvZNOL_odlmAcAMexSFrJ_OvnVDrtV9batADNTIBdpRezzzzpS_DOa487nvE27RxbFftD3_T8xswXQvszMkSNylgAP_l2BbB_yVQh_5PCAl-6R-mIDPH03zFjAqCHwAEuwR-8/s1600/Screenshot-574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-nDEzUgvZNOL_odlmAcAMexSFrJ_OvnVDrtV9batADNTIBdpRezzzzpS_DOa487nvE27RxbFftD3_T8xswXQvszMkSNylgAP_l2BbB_yVQh_5PCAl-6R-mIDPH03zFjAqCHwAEuwR-8/s640/Screenshot-574.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up and I was in some kind of a wooden cage. I was naked from head to toe, but luckily I still had underwear on. I tried myself to not freak out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>What happened? Why am I here? What the f*** happened? What went down my throat? Holy s***, I'm wearing underwear!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I suddenly became self consious, but also glad that I got little food so I could at least not look bad in my underpants.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5NBn5OD2f21KTRJJMv2nexc0Rgupl0_zaFTPm69QDfxzGdtk4kSClC0qK8vUL3U4sl5y-ZCM03HFDZGj5YQJL7TNpHePXCSk6QiHpZGiycT6fZnppgFmpZIUJIF85zwFW4drcui_e78/s1600/Screenshot-575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5NBn5OD2f21KTRJJMv2nexc0Rgupl0_zaFTPm69QDfxzGdtk4kSClC0qK8vUL3U4sl5y-ZCM03HFDZGj5YQJL7TNpHePXCSk6QiHpZGiycT6fZnppgFmpZIUJIF85zwFW4drcui_e78/s640/Screenshot-575.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked in front of me, and what I saw came straight from a horror film. There were all sorts of torture devices everywhere, blood, and even parts of a corpse! On the table were some types of chemicals that could do who knows what!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Oh my f****** llama, did she give me one of those chemicals? Probably poison. What's gonna happen to me?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to feel woozy all over again, who knows what's going to happen to me after having some sort of a deadly poison!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I also noticed there was a woman. Her body looked normal, she wasn't even ugly. But she wasn't exactly human...she was...something. Her head was sort of a pyramid thing, and she had this....thing in her hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was nothing I could do but stand there, I already tried to get out by shoving myself against the grate, but nothing was working. In vain, I call out "Help!! Please, can somebody help me?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-qyMN4pX6zIGJSSNVBnuSl7naZwbEwBYNe72UuDfmT1IoVZGWH-cohOPv7sHLmATkUNDDR36wWh8zVNRzttJW1tVzOCptajV9BlfPhLdMLGCQPJkeKNTMzzfTBeah6yTxO0ZSafJvbg/s1600/Screenshot-576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-qyMN4pX6zIGJSSNVBnuSl7naZwbEwBYNe72UuDfmT1IoVZGWH-cohOPv7sHLmATkUNDDR36wWh8zVNRzttJW1tVzOCptajV9BlfPhLdMLGCQPJkeKNTMzzfTBeah6yTxO0ZSafJvbg/s640/Screenshot-576.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To my horror, she comes walking over to me. She was quite pretty, and yet utterly horrifying. She was only pretty if you ignored her extreme aura, and her aura was utterly chilling. If I wasn't in a cage, I probably would've fainted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"There's no use in calling. Everyone is in their cells, rotting. Rotting! But you-I want you. You are the best looking of all my inmates. And therefore, you must parish!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She had very strange logic, but since it was a dream, I deemed it true. I was starting to act perfectly hysterical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The end is near. And I've never even had a girlfriend yet! Maybe grandpa was right...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was willing to admit defeat, as I had no choice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes, I understand. I am much too macho and good looking to survive! I must parish."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Really, I couldn't believe the words I had just uttered, but it didn't really matter anyway. I was a goner!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dpvzzRYkowPmutCFTqdFNKJExsQqzbAPb_qOEPzjoQM_-QPhUUNvyEOJwpzbLZ-hx7zEfcOgwWT9jTqtj1FkQercing7jGBhvRdwY46lTIONEPHYl112OZNTHV2a5OAYeq7sW2qddJI/s1600/Screenshot-577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dpvzzRYkowPmutCFTqdFNKJExsQqzbAPb_qOEPzjoQM_-QPhUUNvyEOJwpzbLZ-hx7zEfcOgwWT9jTqtj1FkQercing7jGBhvRdwY46lTIONEPHYl112OZNTHV2a5OAYeq7sW2qddJI/s640/Screenshot-577.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, I heard this really strange "harump, harump..." sound, and creepy pyramid lady runs out to see what it is. I figured a machine of some sort stopped working. And to my utter, complete happiness, a lovely lady comes rushing in. I couldn't see her face very well, but I knew she was beautful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've come to save you! Quick, where's the key?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then all of a sudden, I saw the key on the spiny toture device behind her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Thank llama that someone has come to rescue me! And she's a lovely lady! I will live, I will LIVE!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's over there, on that spiky table thing behind you!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDFP770EmLX9ZDMx3BHIMWo4uUEpe-xHhhiTxkTw_N4xIlO_Vnwg0oYZ22bsxmnBGjaERE11dYakoZZz5_lu4zpxNWBYU-dBurAzXV1bcu2it9A8zjoZSQjOSGSi8AyVbSrfAMqgO_iA/s1600/Screenshot-578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDFP770EmLX9ZDMx3BHIMWo4uUEpe-xHhhiTxkTw_N4xIlO_Vnwg0oYZ22bsxmnBGjaERE11dYakoZZz5_lu4zpxNWBYU-dBurAzXV1bcu2it9A8zjoZSQjOSGSi8AyVbSrfAMqgO_iA/s640/Screenshot-578.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She opened it up rather easily, and that's when I noticed the cage was suspended slightly over the ground, so when she opened it, she carried me out. I smelled her hair, and it smelled so good, but I had no idea what it specifically smelled like. I whispered in her ear, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you so much for saving me! I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come. You're my hero!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gave me a really bright, brilliant smile. Her teeth were so white, they glimmered.</div>"Oh, it's my pleasure. Really, it is." She raised her eyebrow. "Now come on, let's get out of here before freak lady comes back."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzet3mreXIbZKBToKD8osQkEK5Cb_R9DIvhQW3ZtVeDGqIkEkfdh6ZFDdcifCOftOCvwi9X1VpIU5HbyW0y2uhYjbJX_Rz9f-W_iiW4yTRx_pApKCj5I3DhZbqhk_yQsnzjuuxPcWTJ28/s1600/Screenshot-579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzet3mreXIbZKBToKD8osQkEK5Cb_R9DIvhQW3ZtVeDGqIkEkfdh6ZFDdcifCOftOCvwi9X1VpIU5HbyW0y2uhYjbJX_Rz9f-W_iiW4yTRx_pApKCj5I3DhZbqhk_yQsnzjuuxPcWTJ28/s640/Screenshot-579.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She and I started to run like hell. Outside, it had a creepy aura, but it didn't smell as bad as death. Instead, the atmosphere was cold, and all around it was foggy. I could barely see my feet. I think the only reason why I was able to run was because she was so close to me, and I was consious that our hands were practically touching. I could run so fast, just because she was giving me the strength to. If she wasn't there, I was sure I would collapse. I didn't even care that I was outside, running in my underwear. And luckily, she wasn't either.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1CTLQsufzx0SfqYc7fU138zpwvWuaY3xHSFybRqUrwUe2LCi9ur2_7PQDZQ8DFVCp-7zBsDzgdGw5D5Qgji6_c61GJDXfV0tOUVdC_lqX6lsLGf-qlYq6eSN5O2e7CvLmbuSFWqXsUo/s1600/Screenshot-580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1CTLQsufzx0SfqYc7fU138zpwvWuaY3xHSFybRqUrwUe2LCi9ur2_7PQDZQ8DFVCp-7zBsDzgdGw5D5Qgji6_c61GJDXfV0tOUVdC_lqX6lsLGf-qlYq6eSN5O2e7CvLmbuSFWqXsUo/s640/Screenshot-580.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But then, we could here pyramid freak lady running quickly behind us. She was catching up really fast. She seemed to me to be possessed. But she and I just continued to run, even faster. I could feel the energy coiming from her, which gave me the agility to run as fast as she was.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"You will pay for this! I will find you! You will never leave my gaze. I know where you are at all times, no matter what. What has been done cannot be left undone!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt a little threatened by her remark, but the girl just looked at me, giving me more strength by her glance. She was telling me that as long as I was with her, I was safe. And I couldn't help but believe her.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXdE0NPex8jJIhyS6Xyi1Ir3QPkCG8v4iJEj1eDHCzfl9mS1o5RuvL5OzJVzJ8KaUbSvug3OAIGGw9OK6LG98trdrvbz7lyMEXNh25OBswGyrzETqlscik04Ycp6fhpdIMcFszMaZ82k/s1600/Screenshot-583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXdE0NPex8jJIhyS6Xyi1Ir3QPkCG8v4iJEj1eDHCzfl9mS1o5RuvL5OzJVzJ8KaUbSvug3OAIGGw9OK6LG98trdrvbz7lyMEXNh25OBswGyrzETqlscik04Ycp6fhpdIMcFszMaZ82k/s640/Screenshot-583.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We continued to run off into the night, and pyramid lady seemed to have disapeared. It was just as this girl said, she would protect me as long as I was with her. So I just wanted to stay with her.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As we walked, the buildings just became stranger and creepier. But it was like I was shielded by its true aura, because I was standing next to this girl who could over come a lot of it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I pursed my lips awkardly, waiting for her beautiful plump lips to meet mine.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0nv1y7TbEoZlQ128lt7Lswrvt0ep7nvuKMXcIoPBnpGK6k5OziMUSatYWvoWZ7m9xTdQmmZF8kMKdkleeVC1OsjwO-csWowoDx0J51eUvSudqdVvGx8wO_gdH10IbAI4BQzO033x9io/s1600/Screenshot-584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0nv1y7TbEoZlQ128lt7Lswrvt0ep7nvuKMXcIoPBnpGK6k5OziMUSatYWvoWZ7m9xTdQmmZF8kMKdkleeVC1OsjwO-csWowoDx0J51eUvSudqdVvGx8wO_gdH10IbAI4BQzO033x9io/s640/Screenshot-584.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up completly and perfectly disapointed. It was a very strange dream. I was a prisoner, and I was because I stole from Mr. Simmons? Well, <em>that</em> part made me laugh. I like him a lot, I would never steal from him. Though maybe I am a little jealous because he makes the rules, and pretty much runs this whole place. I mean, who wouldn't want that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But really, I just couldn't believe how much I swore. I rarely swear, but I guess because I was a prisoner, I began to get really frustrated and was all 'screw it' and started to swear a lot. The whole dying thing was perfectly and utterly creepy. I really felt like I was going to die. Ah, what dreams can do. How they can make me feel! And speaking of feel: being with that girl in my dream just felt amazing, absolutely amazing. She had some sort of a power to her that drew me to her. I hate that I couldn't even kiss her, even if it was s dream. And her hair-it was exactly like Marina's is. Gosh, I just can't help it! Her hair was so beautiful...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVguVeS2K3M9JxbEuMIn5dlXSqYsobLmvOuHSvRGQZGMqGH2Sog7nHFZGq9gKe0SXtor6ecvju-bm3C7T8hqAKXrWvaOxjQ94pI4EV6onVd7easvCe_aJjee9H1ATvUXkBTz4nW0IUDD4/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVguVeS2K3M9JxbEuMIn5dlXSqYsobLmvOuHSvRGQZGMqGH2Sog7nHFZGq9gKe0SXtor6ecvju-bm3C7T8hqAKXrWvaOxjQ94pI4EV6onVd7easvCe_aJjee9H1ATvUXkBTz4nW0IUDD4/s640/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I decided to go up into the office. It's a room for all of the marketing people and Mr. Simmons. Any employee is allowed in here, even if you don't need to use the computers for work. Mr. Simmons is just cool like that. Plus, I think I'm also his favorite employee. I've known him since I was a kid, and he always thought I was a nice friend for Jeff, so he treats me well. That's partially why he's so leanient with my hours, and simply my being late.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">To dream that you are in prison, indicates that you are being censored in some area of your life. You feel that your creativity is being limited and that you are not allowed to express yourself. </span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"></span> </div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see someone else in prison in your dream, signifies an aspect of yourself that you are unable to express freely.</span> </span></span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">To dream that you or someone is released from prison, means that you need to make some major changes in your waking life. Eventually, you will overcome your obstacles.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The first part is definitly right. I am not fully able to express myself. Whenever I try to act all 'me-ish' on Marshall and Jeff, I'm shot down hard. But they don't really mean it-they just don't understand me. They don't understand that there's another part to me that they fail to see and fail to get. It doesn't help that I have no one to fully express myself to. And the creativity thing doesn't even ..go with me at all. How exactly am I creative? The middle thing didn't even happen, and for the last one, I was released. Kinda... I need some major changes in my life? Yeah, that's an understatement. That's my whole point, lately. I hope that I will overcome it-I want it to happen. And soon. </span></div></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px;"></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-1816826920495471852011-04-17T19:44:00.000-07:002011-04-17T19:50:23.133-07:00Chapter 3<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvO_ao6XRuh8zU_tI6rGZXpnD85w0_RkKBHTMc_NXCi4UbSINcfdowB2J46vb9nhUPQ6OBzN6xdhmuhVXzmRBCrOWluKS-mN6RZVEVLmPyVQmHB8uRQxxg3_pgxG7br8hLzytXuA7q8jQ/s1600/Screenshot-240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvO_ao6XRuh8zU_tI6rGZXpnD85w0_RkKBHTMc_NXCi4UbSINcfdowB2J46vb9nhUPQ6OBzN6xdhmuhVXzmRBCrOWluKS-mN6RZVEVLmPyVQmHB8uRQxxg3_pgxG7br8hLzytXuA7q8jQ/s640/Screenshot-240.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When I was done talking with superficial mama, I went home. I was hoping to play video games with Marshall and Jeff. I expected that they would be playing right now, it was already getting pretty late. But, they weren't on the couch or in the kitchen. I didn't bother calling for them. There's only two places they'd be in our house, which is the living room and the kitchen. They're not really room people. Plus, there's no way that my night owl friends would be in bed yet. Maybe they're on a date with their girls already, without telling me?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQB_NWTjhd1B6n8JC9R5m6umewnlDtKaQUKV97PO2S2zQOTsIJ5k3ZUS9KtGasX5SHM-glxcT96-tEbYuJsQY_iiEXQJEaTq28Nvisj7gEREludCQExyQzU3km30LacQwQceMhyRjGLQ/s1600/Screenshot-241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQB_NWTjhd1B6n8JC9R5m6umewnlDtKaQUKV97PO2S2zQOTsIJ5k3ZUS9KtGasX5SHM-glxcT96-tEbYuJsQY_iiEXQJEaTq28Nvisj7gEREludCQExyQzU3km30LacQwQceMhyRjGLQ/s640/Screenshot-241.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I decided I would go to my room since aparently I'm alone. My dream has been on my mind all day. So, I did what I normally do when I'm curious, which I often am. I googled it. I typed in "what a dream means graveyard". Cause I wonder if that could mean anything, as to why my dream was in a graveyard? I came up with a result that said dream dictionary. Aparently, there's a dictionary to tell you meaning of symbols in dreams, who knew! This is what it said for graveyard:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><em><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To dream that you are at a graveyard, represents the discarded aspects of yourself. You may be fearing the unknown. Alternatively, the graveyard indicates a loss or a period of mourning.</span> </span></em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When I read that, my mouth fell to the floor. It fell to the floor! Because that is somewhat true. I feel as if I have to throw away part of myself for a woman otherwise she won't like me, but of course I want her to get me and like me as I am. And, I am fearing the unknown. I want a girlfriend, and a future. That certainly is the unknown.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-adu8lh0PFxgKru9BL8DZp7OU5nJgRlcvKxTHDnWdzOGsSpYdIZOtyM1my0GEfDQ-n4L61Gnzw7ryx0_wAGfmby-fi6HD7dSqbtAuFyNXDlIQ3u3T87Dd4orAoVk8a8eqkH4oqlXf_E/s1600/Screenshot-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-adu8lh0PFxgKru9BL8DZp7OU5nJgRlcvKxTHDnWdzOGsSpYdIZOtyM1my0GEfDQ-n4L61Gnzw7ryx0_wAGfmby-fi6HD7dSqbtAuFyNXDlIQ3u3T87Dd4orAoVk8a8eqkH4oqlXf_E/s640/Screenshot-242.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I decided it was time for bed, I had a renewed vigor to have a dream. Maybe I'll have another dream that will tell me something about myself?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDc1IUcqVsdRfDxrkvqDrHys2n3y7li_-fxsTw_MzlKv2G-CL85WfXT66Zn0VPaVm_jLKI-TTZGgSdOG5EB3fbv9TBi_mDe8OgTRbPNhwRJLDRgnBqqBR5LtHlHQ6Q7EXQJK6H1vg_8U/s1600/Screenshot-251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDc1IUcqVsdRfDxrkvqDrHys2n3y7li_-fxsTw_MzlKv2G-CL85WfXT66Zn0VPaVm_jLKI-TTZGgSdOG5EB3fbv9TBi_mDe8OgTRbPNhwRJLDRgnBqqBR5LtHlHQ6Q7EXQJK6H1vg_8U/s640/Screenshot-251.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was in....I didn't even know where I was. I just knew I was staring at a lake, and there were tall hills, or mountains or something in the background. The whole landscape was gray and lifeless.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwU0uhUnA4xFc3gtVYHfT5XOGAT_CwhOEn1fqqfXdrRi1koRZC31rVVX_xNwq27qS91qvP6R51XSym0pwCqYDbGOzyTOT2OgUlH7tYXVFH1kaoFeSb1x0zKiR3uh2Ps7JWvZJFXbCuTM/s1600/Screenshot-252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwU0uhUnA4xFc3gtVYHfT5XOGAT_CwhOEn1fqqfXdrRi1koRZC31rVVX_xNwq27qS91qvP6R51XSym0pwCqYDbGOzyTOT2OgUlH7tYXVFH1kaoFeSb1x0zKiR3uh2Ps7JWvZJFXbCuTM/s640/Screenshot-252.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I turned around, and I started to run. I didn't know where to run, I just needed to get out of this vast emptiness. At least in this direction it was something, there were trees! Too bad they all had to be dead. In fact, it seemed as if the whole world was dead. I didn't see any people, nothing. Is this a dead world? Did everyone suddenly die?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA7sJKcruDQfgQ0_ydQ8AeckehQzZCL7z7TfvVNNUN_n5rxHYq7xh1pXyOvxmQt50AwH3ujQ3NgMcpcvRiQOLK8Cgt4wo8TckDPCs5SxYvtbFexG09gXdxOOp9sWTr3UTI9cgHebWYZU/s1600/Screenshot-253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA7sJKcruDQfgQ0_ydQ8AeckehQzZCL7z7TfvVNNUN_n5rxHYq7xh1pXyOvxmQt50AwH3ujQ3NgMcpcvRiQOLK8Cgt4wo8TckDPCs5SxYvtbFexG09gXdxOOp9sWTr3UTI9cgHebWYZU/s640/Screenshot-253.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, I was wrong. I did see someone. A man dressed all in black slowly approaches me. His skin was an odd pale gray color, matching the landscape. He called to me in some foreign language I didn't recognize, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oooble dooble dee! Doo da! DO DA!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Clearly he was calling to me, but I had no clue what he wanted of me, or if he was dangerous. But I didn't really think he was dangerous, because my instincts didn't tell me to run, so I just stood there.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8UlyZ2MzsBK35_Tw-6TU-Jhl9JAYGO8mly8o6SV3JCbNsrcGmdSmpVaBpIdXnqlQxgYFnBzM0bVQ3UZtNitjwcW_I-9vy_LfjQrSFOxw6f2cuDSE-uK0GjGpvekyRR1D92senp37bGI/s1600/Screenshot-255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8UlyZ2MzsBK35_Tw-6TU-Jhl9JAYGO8mly8o6SV3JCbNsrcGmdSmpVaBpIdXnqlQxgYFnBzM0bVQ3UZtNitjwcW_I-9vy_LfjQrSFOxw6f2cuDSE-uK0GjGpvekyRR1D92senp37bGI/s640/Screenshot-255.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He came up to me and put on these odd goggles. They were very heavy and smelled of an odor I didn't recognize. It wasn't gross though. It was just....undescribable. It smelled like nothing I ever smelled before. A strange screen flickered in the goggles with some text in some foreign language with squiggly lines that I didn't think was possible. I didn't think that it could be possible to have lines that way, but there they were.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, strangely I could understand him.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"I am Plunter. I am here to show you what has happened to this poor planet, follow me."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I couldn't believe that what he said was in perfect English! It was as if the goggles could make me understand any language and translate it to my foreign tongue-and they weren't even on my ears.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_5zu1vVE2pNKarIwWC9dYcLL3TnBwboM3_JZlVW2r5v-PKO5VZ9TBw1HoOP8P5OCuxy4KyB9INZSpgAK9Yy9XzHMw5nMF2qYWcd6hOaMRwPvcNzV0zazL5E97IX3lCTZcM7bW2Yh9EI/s1600/Screenshot-527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_5zu1vVE2pNKarIwWC9dYcLL3TnBwboM3_JZlVW2r5v-PKO5VZ9TBw1HoOP8P5OCuxy4KyB9INZSpgAK9Yy9XzHMw5nMF2qYWcd6hOaMRwPvcNzV0zazL5E97IX3lCTZcM7bW2Yh9EI/s640/Screenshot-527.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He showed me to his house which didn't look like much of a house to me. Like everywhere else here, it was empty except for this little building. I noticed a girl-who appeared to be his teenage daughter. She laughed at me, as if<em> I </em>was the one wearing weird clothes! Forget her!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Aren't you going to show me in your house?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was hoping that I could see his house, since he's strange his house must look pretty interesting as well.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"No. I am going to show you the dome."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, for some reason we came to his house, yet we didn't go in it. I had a feeling that his house was underground, which would be even cooler to see than I would've thought!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwkHhsAeB02ORFTppmAfizhfvpH8UrmyatdSAjBMRn97ffSvLedMJ7-9HzU7sOlv37i6co_aRMn-iPII-XcQNjFEVAC9HckEMfeLBKElkREnnLhE7EfgyIcayU91Znt_6g96FzGez40M/s1600/Screenshot-528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwkHhsAeB02ORFTppmAfizhfvpH8UrmyatdSAjBMRn97ffSvLedMJ7-9HzU7sOlv37i6co_aRMn-iPII-XcQNjFEVAC9HckEMfeLBKElkREnnLhE7EfgyIcayU91Znt_6g96FzGez40M/s640/Screenshot-528.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We then arrived at a vast dome and were intantly inside of it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjFvF-PmcUgzKODW5H8OHt1wg3_IEhiqxMVwXnb3Ss9-t7WgMCJpYfRBycv3p1f_rMWFIlIkbSl3pZj4DyH6ZSoXqophn9VLgOmODzxMWlhY1eKXu1RM9TinS15jMCsBjVmY7luyIZEY/s1600/Screenshot-256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjFvF-PmcUgzKODW5H8OHt1wg3_IEhiqxMVwXnb3Ss9-t7WgMCJpYfRBycv3p1f_rMWFIlIkbSl3pZj4DyH6ZSoXqophn9VLgOmODzxMWlhY1eKXu1RM9TinS15jMCsBjVmY7luyIZEY/s640/Screenshot-256.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"This dome is what helps my people survive. Without it, we would die. This is the only place where we have grace or fertile soil, our outside environment is too intense. This is about the only time of the year that it feels normal. But this weather lasts for only a day. You happen to be here at the best time of the year."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I was surprised that I was here during the best time of the year! I wondered what it was like every other day, but afraid to ask at the same time.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhx1NfrUPJR1VPhUZ_YCcaLnLZTpIgBF17ATII-rCpAmQttbWdIY-inw8IdmaO_oT5XEp0qA68Z8t5lDOJzH5vwDhvE3da7EDaVsQmQNpkdeNiM8RDseq7oqQv8gfqGEOnxDFV1T2gOKQ/s1600/Screenshot-529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhx1NfrUPJR1VPhUZ_YCcaLnLZTpIgBF17ATII-rCpAmQttbWdIY-inw8IdmaO_oT5XEp0qA68Z8t5lDOJzH5vwDhvE3da7EDaVsQmQNpkdeNiM8RDseq7oqQv8gfqGEOnxDFV1T2gOKQ/s640/Screenshot-529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued to look through the glasses at the immense grass, shrubery, and occasional plant. It amazed me how this was the one fertile spot in this whole place. It was strangely beautiful. This place even seemed to posses a different aura.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq9YyqHmYLecPgqkV5247u1Ewf5ZSgekHCL1iTu4U1HzE_fuLo_HfXmzZKWsGAp3UWWcBK1lHIY_owTZ_hDcVFAjwDs-lLnqCiwTc-DhttSNa-hB7KguLd5KnF7Wou77SgA4icjdXdyg/s1600/Screenshot-530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq9YyqHmYLecPgqkV5247u1Ewf5ZSgekHCL1iTu4U1HzE_fuLo_HfXmzZKWsGAp3UWWcBK1lHIY_owTZ_hDcVFAjwDs-lLnqCiwTc-DhttSNa-hB7KguLd5KnF7Wou77SgA4icjdXdyg/s640/Screenshot-530.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I continued staring at the landscape, then all of a sudden, the scene disappeared.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBKTJmlZEgA0qWHIEzQ3NytP4V23-ZwIO2OM-oTQOysVz6cE5FRz7B6O9tiOif9fDKfKJdgXIrAztv2eZWEQR-2yh9y28Yqit6JBVhAUyXNN7b5UCgjXZbO-oGgQUrcwdIXiQX3ydSoM/s1600/Screenshot-534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBKTJmlZEgA0qWHIEzQ3NytP4V23-ZwIO2OM-oTQOysVz6cE5FRz7B6O9tiOif9fDKfKJdgXIrAztv2eZWEQR-2yh9y28Yqit6JBVhAUyXNN7b5UCgjXZbO-oGgQUrcwdIXiQX3ydSoM/s640/Screenshot-534.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When I woke up again, I decided to look something up. My dream was even more interesting than the graveyard dream. I searched for the same dream dictionary that I used yesturday, and searched "alien planet" since that's where it seems I was in my dream. When there were no search results for that, I searched for just plain planet instead.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><em>To see a planet in your dream, signifies creativity, exploration, and new adventures. You are trying to align yourself with untapped energies that you never knew you had. Alternatively, to dream of planets, suggests that you are trying to escape from your own waking reality.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Though I didn't technically 'see' the planet, the rest was perfectly correct. Creepily correct. I want something new in my life-that could mean a new adventure or exploration. I do have 'untapped' energies, I suppose. That could mean, like with a woman or something. I also am trying to escape from my waking reality sometimes. How could this be so right? Who new that a subconsious could dig so...deep?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_C2xEKumO4_CRgRypP6zL7qK9V80ut-tH7ku2mTGYVf8Fq7JHHWW306-4fc2TsGuiRsG624f78JDgaSHvSuw2v7rVe4ricMCgZyIy5j-w3jLv0yFnXhc1tyrABYzmAGmgKtwSuy7C_w/s1600/Screenshot-531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_C2xEKumO4_CRgRypP6zL7qK9V80ut-tH7ku2mTGYVf8Fq7JHHWW306-4fc2TsGuiRsG624f78JDgaSHvSuw2v7rVe4ricMCgZyIy5j-w3jLv0yFnXhc1tyrABYzmAGmgKtwSuy7C_w/s640/Screenshot-531.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I went downstairs to make breakfast, I felt like waffles. Unfortuanatly I burnt them. I fail. As always, Jeff wouldn't let me hear the end of it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, thanks so much. Burnt waffles again. Love ya!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Jeff, you can never stop mocking me on my cooking! You're lucky that I don't make you cook."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, but I'm even worse than you. And besides. If you told me I was the one that would have to cook, I would just pour everyone cereal all the time."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Really? You'd eat that?"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He shrugged.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"At least it's healthy."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew that was a lie. I know he wants to look good for girls, but I don't consider him a "healthy" person. Active? Yes, but not healthy. He probably would be fine going out to eat all of the time though.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXvuHNhvOpQmYmU9Qk2Fksj-C9U6MTvupTmYn8X5zYwOOMP1IzZxm_J5gu01NPrq4DQy8xUVJyRsSdoV49F_mFCIlH1L98C7c-eDtm-xPR5_XRIRllGhhSLfBNtmw_2CGiosKPNcN5mA/s1600/Screenshot-532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXvuHNhvOpQmYmU9Qk2Fksj-C9U6MTvupTmYn8X5zYwOOMP1IzZxm_J5gu01NPrq4DQy8xUVJyRsSdoV49F_mFCIlH1L98C7c-eDtm-xPR5_XRIRllGhhSLfBNtmw_2CGiosKPNcN5mA/s640/Screenshot-532.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, so did you guys go out with Stella and Trista last night or something?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, we went on a double date! We had dinner. It was really nice. Trista and I really...'bonded'."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff is so inappropriate sometimes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Tell me about it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, she's really into cooking and painting. Maybe one day I could get her to cook for us! She'd be really sexy in an apron. And, we'd have good food for once!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Good! I'd love her to come cook dinner for us. Then you guys could stop complaining about my cooking."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWDsJjVEiYL-8ILk9GB5I_5uHNlKcXtUwNr_77GpTQynn-R7vlMPJNEMDeJG4G2jv_5k35Mf29dFQIEpq4XJI0j7JItYk7zDhuit8m0VJNTZCDzQlVBiHbkO4ZHchJNOWlhL-z90lnZA/s1600/Screenshot-535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWDsJjVEiYL-8ILk9GB5I_5uHNlKcXtUwNr_77GpTQynn-R7vlMPJNEMDeJG4G2jv_5k35Mf29dFQIEpq4XJI0j7JItYk7zDhuit8m0VJNTZCDzQlVBiHbkO4ZHchJNOWlhL-z90lnZA/s640/Screenshot-535.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What about you, Marhall? How was Stella?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well, she's really sexy, but she's kinda quiet. Which is sexy. I wish I knew more about her, I know little. It will be fun to try to dig for info from her..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall is not only attracted to blonde women, but he also likes for them to be mysterious. He likes the game of digging in them to find out how they are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff speaks up, "So, how about we go to the gym now? I need to work on my abs some more. Trista thinks they're hot, so I have to keep them up!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff, always trying to please the ladies 'visually'! But really, it was about time we went to the gym. Last time we went was on Sunday.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS7SydwX_2twnN1lSMFiuppJM8MdWAcvDWtlDkiDimpGHfY0WGa09vuMswtTUTCRoqsU2reVsNNTQwjH2GC8j4wrJ04o8m8QkNEIKEK78eAjhHPd8xNfik1OtzUpEB3qH7tKougf1Pwg/s1600/Screenshot-549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS7SydwX_2twnN1lSMFiuppJM8MdWAcvDWtlDkiDimpGHfY0WGa09vuMswtTUTCRoqsU2reVsNNTQwjH2GC8j4wrJ04o8m8QkNEIKEK78eAjhHPd8xNfik1OtzUpEB3qH7tKougf1Pwg/s640/Screenshot-549.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wasn't too long until the girls were here. "Hey baby, I missed you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff turned his head. "Oh, hey Trissy! I missed you too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wow, so he already has a nickname for her. Just another lame nickname to add to the list of the nicknames guys give to their girlfriends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Could you come down?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sure, Trissy."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff is such a flirt.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEPgTq3P4g2msNDFVHBY7fbo_JlBy8CoS2KQ1KY7ZOZ8_ZHVLv_Rxe-_PpeBFJl4UiDDcjMvNf5dSDS14gPS17P4QtgEkdDGq4p7hp-ehVwABZHdXAF8eKTjVE9pXchWjtgUG9dwaufk/s1600/Screenshot-550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEPgTq3P4g2msNDFVHBY7fbo_JlBy8CoS2KQ1KY7ZOZ8_ZHVLv_Rxe-_PpeBFJl4UiDDcjMvNf5dSDS14gPS17P4QtgEkdDGq4p7hp-ehVwABZHdXAF8eKTjVE9pXchWjtgUG9dwaufk/s640/Screenshot-550.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey Marshie. How are you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm splendid now that you're here!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Really, Marshall is so weird with girls. He loves them blonde, mysterious, thinks calling them Paris Hilton is a compliment, and he uses weird words around them. Really, splendid? I think he thinks that the girls think that the use of such words is hot or something? It's not, or at least it isn't to me. I don't have a girl brain though, of course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, you wanna go somewhere, Stellie?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And there goes another thing. Jeff and Marshall are one in the same. They always were ever since I've known them. Marshall follows whatever Jeff does, all the way down to nicknames of girls. He's the copy cat and I'm the third wheel. My group of friends is so messed up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was also pretty sure that the girls were here because they knew that Marshall and Jeff would be here. They probably told them. And of course since they're Marshall and Jeff, they couldn't resist them and wanted to see them right away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really don't want to follow anyone else in my life. I don't want to be Marshall. I also don't want anyone to copy me because of what I do-Jeff. I want to be my own person-and I am, I just need to do something better about it. I need the cake. I already have the sprinkles, but I need the cake-the base. My life lacks substance. What will ever be able to provide my substance?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just so you guys know, those dream dictionary defintion what-cha-ma-call-its, are really the real, word for word defintions in a dream dictionary on the internet! They really do exist.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-79119827597636495632011-04-15T08:58:00.000-07:002011-04-15T09:18:51.778-07:00Chapter 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3BieieS9818XEHd72CWPtk6riGqbbJtDkZPovPZ4uf0Z0MUQWEVMe4mxC5_Fsc8mP61sW49iAgGcBzWNsXUYTVz3GT58Bywn-bLnuS-bmGVJUkypv3W5e7k3DcVgBA0hCyl7ZfqXiIg/s1600/Screenshot-199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3BieieS9818XEHd72CWPtk6riGqbbJtDkZPovPZ4uf0Z0MUQWEVMe4mxC5_Fsc8mP61sW49iAgGcBzWNsXUYTVz3GT58Bywn-bLnuS-bmGVJUkypv3W5e7k3DcVgBA0hCyl7ZfqXiIg/s640/Screenshot-199.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was standing in a graveyard, and I noticed a particular grave. I starated staring at it, looking quite <em>grave. </em>All around I saw mud and weeds. But at the grave surrounded many flowers and even a couple of flowering trees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I wonder why all around me it looks so dead, and then right where the grave is, everything is alive. Shoudn't it be the opposite? Everything alive all around me, then dead by a grave? </em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGnSsv-q1zsjYnySaInzdR3nb8TQ02ICqD_qT50DZcqHgqeCsZ_GC4ajasdSpzxR1v4SLQ0Bsm1dRsLWhIcklyzoKzm-hK6DkbNCZVzXNcksADY4LjVQ2iSXCCkdqrJkMcYQ4E2jhpu0/s1600/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGnSsv-q1zsjYnySaInzdR3nb8TQ02ICqD_qT50DZcqHgqeCsZ_GC4ajasdSpzxR1v4SLQ0Bsm1dRsLWhIcklyzoKzm-hK6DkbNCZVzXNcksADY4LjVQ2iSXCCkdqrJkMcYQ4E2jhpu0/s640/Screenshot-200.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked closer to the grave, and I sat down cross legged. Once I read the epitath, I put my arms around my legs and made a fist, clenching my hands together tightly. The epitath was my great grandfather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I started to contemplate the grave before me, <em>Why is his grave here? Why not amongst all the other graves?</em> Then I remembered why his grave was here and not with the others. My father was special when he was alive, so he deserved his own, special spot for his grave. The flowers and the flowering trees are there because he was such a great man when he was younger, so his greatness still looms even though he's dead.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFou4GfBWZSNJVpQQRqlYkusEr7_KBgrydA_FTy9Bg-MQS4HgQuBSUMqBkHtbDzy43pEqGsfV9cZFIk6ZDb6uST_Gdgf37qXbAWExb-qWgrNYiH088EvaYoviPpY7Ynjw9LoTXf_tLCw/s1600/Screenshot-201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFou4GfBWZSNJVpQQRqlYkusEr7_KBgrydA_FTy9Bg-MQS4HgQuBSUMqBkHtbDzy43pEqGsfV9cZFIk6ZDb6uST_Gdgf37qXbAWExb-qWgrNYiH088EvaYoviPpY7Ynjw9LoTXf_tLCw/s640/Screenshot-201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, my great grandfather's ghost sprung out of the grave, and he floated above it. I looked up at him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"My great grandson. Ah, it's such a pleasure you're here. Why is it that you come to my humble gravesite?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had no clue why I was even here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um...I have no idea grandfather."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Well-I know exactly why you're here. I've been expecting you. I'm quite disapointed in you, grandson. I can't even believe you're my grandson! How are we even related!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I looked down in embarrasment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What did I ever do to you?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDye04S4Kvm_Ebia4tVPXH8mAsyOrdqhA0dTzWYSu_HkRcO3KCG_0weJc1Z6b3YJ_gy07lsF8cbB8neIcadArZv4nqAI2aaB6Mpb4_fOPdmy-xjH0oYDI0POLMuFRAF_Ub7AZuqK4cH2g/s1600/Screenshot-202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDye04S4Kvm_Ebia4tVPXH8mAsyOrdqhA0dTzWYSu_HkRcO3KCG_0weJc1Z6b3YJ_gy07lsF8cbB8neIcadArZv4nqAI2aaB6Mpb4_fOPdmy-xjH0oYDI0POLMuFRAF_Ub7AZuqK4cH2g/s640/Screenshot-202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then he sunk down to the ground, and all of a sudden I notice this lady out of the corner of my eye. I turn, and I was astonished at the site. My ghost grandfather just started to kiss this lady like he had no business! He just went over there with a neutral expression, and just kissed her like he was writing his name.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YmrUgwebVakpfNs3YhAHxNqYH141ZFWcbpCzvEQthUGxHQz3undFvny0zmDt_Goi6RQqnxolKKBkO8RPr4hPjbGsLalTehMTKQGXCDjrLtPbMtvpGe45i6gIpAFP0aFnuLCfvvAoqqo/s1600/Screenshot-203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YmrUgwebVakpfNs3YhAHxNqYH141ZFWcbpCzvEQthUGxHQz3undFvny0zmDt_Goi6RQqnxolKKBkO8RPr4hPjbGsLalTehMTKQGXCDjrLtPbMtvpGe45i6gIpAFP0aFnuLCfvvAoqqo/s640/Screenshot-203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened my eyes, and the lady disapeared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Now do you know what I was talking about, Alex?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chills ran up and down my spine when he said my name. I looked down in shame at his question again. I started to whimper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes grandfather! I know exactly what you're talking about!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And what is that?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you really going to make me say it!?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course, Alex. You have no choice what so ever."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't believe he was going to make me say it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You're disapointed because I've never really gotten a girl! You want me to settle down and have a girlfriend, or a wife or something."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At that, he tossed his head back and laughed a very weird, creepy laugh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh my grandson! You are right on the money. Except for the settling down part-you must have many girlfriends, many many! And much less get married. I went there a few times, and trust me Alex. You should just get as many girlfriends as you can!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I nodded my head, he was probably right.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-Xh1zCXr_gA6ofyffF24M_rHaLuSiVCkw0TpF14y9izQZp3qK7Vreat9tjWJKhnsjyeTE61fbKEWO7pMi_SfHYht7-0BPmHTSWU5zL1F-iU9NF1nrcEYzUr6oaw5XU6pnMF2F0uzmN0/s1600/Screenshot-204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-Xh1zCXr_gA6ofyffF24M_rHaLuSiVCkw0TpF14y9izQZp3qK7Vreat9tjWJKhnsjyeTE61fbKEWO7pMi_SfHYht7-0BPmHTSWU5zL1F-iU9NF1nrcEYzUr6oaw5XU6pnMF2F0uzmN0/s640/Screenshot-204.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, but it's too late Alex! Your life has come and gone. I'm very disapointed in you! For yourself. I didn't let you down. You let your own self down. How could you let this happen?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What are you talking about?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He pulled out a strange mirror from no where, and let it hover over the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked over to it, and I was an old man. I started to moan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>How could I let this happen to myself? I don't want to be this way. I don't want to be alone! How could I have such little time left? I have to try to get a lady before I pass!</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VPhkX74Nx5veWxK8V7hIFWQ2Pntge3ZUh3hLuJbuBMCPUZ3Q9qMTwnhkHmRcWgO8r_9jDAR_jxz2BdBz_kutTC1TLbIRQqF2K3GFQYr202g5q7qCmH8FE0sRFGzEGg0hoDOb5jm-GX0/s1600/Screenshot-205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VPhkX74Nx5veWxK8V7hIFWQ2Pntge3ZUh3hLuJbuBMCPUZ3Q9qMTwnhkHmRcWgO8r_9jDAR_jxz2BdBz_kutTC1TLbIRQqF2K3GFQYr202g5q7qCmH8FE0sRFGzEGg0hoDOb5jm-GX0/s640/Screenshot-205.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, a strange looking grim reaper with sunglasses and blonde hair strolls over to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>That's right, I heard the Grim Reaper got a new look! It looks kind of cool. I bet I could pull off those sunglasses! But-focus, focus! What does he want from me?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>"</em>Alex, your time is up. You're going to have to burn in hell without ever getting a girlfriend, a kiss nothing. You are <em>nothing. </em>You won't even get to find a girl in hell. You'll be too busy screaming in flames for the rest of eternity!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despair washed over me. I wanted to cry, but my tears wouldn't come. I wanted to moan-but no voice came.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnwOjUCTaxk5ARYt8vOanYFLC3mVYS2HjUFxTjOyyc0JgtYUPOkJ2wSCKxt99hjhaoMxrqQHWvrz8PSsdHS5KF7XULoiP5GxuqAa1RhwQz2iaH2d2CcI69ucR-UxuPAPTtL_HHp1tBmk/s1600/Screenshot-206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnwOjUCTaxk5ARYt8vOanYFLC3mVYS2HjUFxTjOyyc0JgtYUPOkJ2wSCKxt99hjhaoMxrqQHWvrz8PSsdHS5KF7XULoiP5GxuqAa1RhwQz2iaH2d2CcI69ucR-UxuPAPTtL_HHp1tBmk/s640/Screenshot-206.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, the Grim Reaper walked closer, and my world started to turn black.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtlx7cg-f9NspxaEqYMbduKPP3xAy38G24LLREgaucy3P5kgRx2FhNRCeDOnbnu-GOdqUZKbTI4D9Erg3wfLubXL-U0-oeI5MOphy8UR8tkRwDb4RuLiCU3_sfQF81tewu0giE478YIs/s1600/Screenshot-213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtlx7cg-f9NspxaEqYMbduKPP3xAy38G24LLREgaucy3P5kgRx2FhNRCeDOnbnu-GOdqUZKbTI4D9Erg3wfLubXL-U0-oeI5MOphy8UR8tkRwDb4RuLiCU3_sfQF81tewu0giE478YIs/s640/Screenshot-213.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I woke up with an uncomfortable taste in my mouth. Ok, so I normally don't think about my dreams or anything. I usually don't remember anything in the morning worth contemplating. Usually they're just vague little snapshots, but this dream was anything but vague.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though the dream was somewhat blurry, I remember it all. It was so weird. The brief snapshots I usually remember from my dreams always just seem emotionless. This one was anything but emotionless. Maybe that's why I actually remembered it?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn0OZTbT3Ceg3xJsXw78Ot_TXfLU4IL2ao4xzrrUk6CvFb4GT-bMR8AOXZsrCaPv8iZUQWBzYHUxuADCf8gf5kX9A3kKFFGY08D1hqvxbLeXjrEth9N2eGksJi0i7xicTVjOSxpayVQ8/s1600/Screenshot-214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn0OZTbT3Ceg3xJsXw78Ot_TXfLU4IL2ao4xzrrUk6CvFb4GT-bMR8AOXZsrCaPv8iZUQWBzYHUxuADCf8gf5kX9A3kKFFGY08D1hqvxbLeXjrEth9N2eGksJi0i7xicTVjOSxpayVQ8/s640/Screenshot-214.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really wasn't quite ready to leave my bedroom. So I just sat on my bed and decided I wanted to contemplate my strange nightmare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I hope that what my great grandfather said isn't true. I want a girlfriend-but I don't want a girlfriend like he wanted a girlfriend.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My grandpa used to always tell me stories about my great grandfather when I was about twelve. He didn't want me to be like him at all. You see, he was a lady's man and treated his many girlfriends like they were pieces of meat. My grandpa was like this for a while, until he learned better. He's just happily married to my grandma, Grace. But my great grandpa never changed his ways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>You know what, I'm not going to let my dream come true. I will not grow up old and single. But only if I find a girl that gets me, understands me. Seeing me only on my surface is not enough.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, enough thinking about this for now. I should make some breakfast, even though Marshall and Jeff must still be snoozing the day away!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I got dressed, and went downstairs.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcrBajlwu7hY8KgYRZm6QMf4QYc053RUguB2TgADdjcLnJviJXnzjQwMCX62EQkHYy-vnaaX4fv42reiHhyphenhypheneIjTSNzhpy8lGkXtBkddexh2sz0IYfBYU4MAMo3rZdKvOKtzXvqVd-zVs/s1600/Screenshot-215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcrBajlwu7hY8KgYRZm6QMf4QYc053RUguB2TgADdjcLnJviJXnzjQwMCX62EQkHYy-vnaaX4fv42reiHhyphenhypheneIjTSNzhpy8lGkXtBkddexh2sz0IYfBYU4MAMo3rZdKvOKtzXvqVd-zVs/s640/Screenshot-215.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wow, so they actually were awake. This is a shock. They were both playing Night Warriors IV. They were sitting with a seat in the middle of them. Sometimes they do that when they want a lot of room, or to save a spot for me. And, then both like the arms of the couch, so I was always stuck in the middle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sounded rather groggy still, "Hey good morning guys. Why are you all up already? I figured you'd sleep until one."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured that they didn't pull an all nighter because they acted enthusiastic enough playing their game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello sleepy head! Actually, it<em> is</em> one o' clock... Could you make breakfast now? We're starving."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sorry guys, I don't feel like making anything right now. Go get your own breakfast!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUE5OjYBp75WEPsEVAZYGpXmle7IrXxyJMlPxJ_-X5JngBNwa4fG7IGQdErGNfxSwP8T4D-q7qjvTcAvaMVmDhSuRDalcU1zpBhXMMLD0w3cDxjq7WKeGkFwRuRHAyU_7Z5vD_vYHCWk8/s1600/Screenshot-216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUE5OjYBp75WEPsEVAZYGpXmle7IrXxyJMlPxJ_-X5JngBNwa4fG7IGQdErGNfxSwP8T4D-q7qjvTcAvaMVmDhSuRDalcU1zpBhXMMLD0w3cDxjq7WKeGkFwRuRHAyU_7Z5vD_vYHCWk8/s640/Screenshot-216.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Marshall and I got some cereal, and Jeff toasted a piece of bread and put jam on it. The raspberry kind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"So...Alex, buddy, what exactly happened last night?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff's tone was actually pretty soothing. Usually he's really tense. Then I remembered-all of a sudden I fell on the floor at the club we were at last night! <em>Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrased! </em>I was too busy thinking about my dream to even wonder about that!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh...um...You see, it's like this..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't really want to admit to them that I fainted because the girl was about to kiss me. Could I be any more lame?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, it's alright, we're just looking out for you. We're your friends, we're not here to rub it in your face."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Okay, so I know they're trying to support me, listen to me or whatever, but I don't believe that they don't want to rub it in my face. They always rub this kind of stuff in my face. So why not now?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53lWEObBR2ijACD04kwDW-YyE_Fd9YapyNvuf9l1iGyFIZavNtEozi9vi-leXpxjWm8DmVfl5pHUL07goGAhGmMA8b9lPIA9N_kO1YwxjZQ_4c2n5S7dth6rkaLCM6ybfjtAHea4rOZY/s1600/Screenshot-217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53lWEObBR2ijACD04kwDW-YyE_Fd9YapyNvuf9l1iGyFIZavNtEozi9vi-leXpxjWm8DmVfl5pHUL07goGAhGmMA8b9lPIA9N_kO1YwxjZQ_4c2n5S7dth6rkaLCM6ybfjtAHea4rOZY/s640/Screenshot-217.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Jeff, it's okay. Don't make him say it. Alex, the only thing we know is we saw you on the floor totally blacked out. Marina said she has no clue what happened, you just all of a sudden fell on the floor. You don't have to tell us why if that makes you feel uncomfortable."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obviously, my friends aren't exactly therapists. But usually Marshall is better about it then Jeff is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But well, they are my friends, so they deserve the truth, "Guys...Okay, I'll admit it. I fainted because I could tell Marina was going to kiss me." I started to turn bright red. "Please don't laugh..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lucky for me, they didn't, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Jeff turned around and was shaking. Thanks, Jeff, he turned around so I wouldn't see him surpress his laugh.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2-8_4TSDGVdqCDUx0xmAjILCI-_75jSPRK21kSpOCnetFmX0GL0rCrM9L7iP76_UztSaLCKh_rTEcvnqBH2liPxHBJLsieHABS10kEwYY8rUV6mwH4CKO6H2NDIEunUqnjntBbCRXOI/s1600/Screenshot-218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2-8_4TSDGVdqCDUx0xmAjILCI-_75jSPRK21kSpOCnetFmX0GL0rCrM9L7iP76_UztSaLCKh_rTEcvnqBH2liPxHBJLsieHABS10kEwYY8rUV6mwH4CKO6H2NDIEunUqnjntBbCRXOI/s640/Screenshot-218.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, since that was so uncomfortable, I decided to change the subject, "so...guys, what happened with your girls?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff was the first to answer in his 'I'm such a womanizer' way, "Oh, Trista? Well, I had to leave before we did that much to get you, but I have her number. I'm going to call her sometime to invite her on a date. She so loves me! And she's <em>so</em> hot."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Basically the same thing happened with me. I have Stella's number and I'll call her soon to invite her on a date too. Jeff and I are planning on going on a double date."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As usual, I was left out. I am often let out with Jeff and Marshall. Though we're all friends, I not only feel like a third wheel, but I also feel like I'm a grand careavan and they're chevrolet's. They are one in the same, and I'm not like them at all. Heck, that's a bad simile. I don't feel like I could be anyone. At least with grand carevans, there's more than one of them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>And that's when I remembered, I have to go to work! Lucky for me, my boss is leanient on when I get to work. He's really laid back. And...he's Jeff's dad. He's always liked me when I was a kid, so he gives me slack.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZlk0x2RPJ7HUm4lN2t7Zq-HquAfx3dBhWrVXzlZabYDIQ3mevnlfcBF6nY4CjJX5f6VFWybHmHLW7a-_uMnW9qCKoZTKqrBqJb1f_diJWLYNJZnSIQ6oFd0Hb1sGyVvIvqh2Rzn9Y58/s1600/Screenshot-219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZlk0x2RPJ7HUm4lN2t7Zq-HquAfx3dBhWrVXzlZabYDIQ3mevnlfcBF6nY4CjJX5f6VFWybHmHLW7a-_uMnW9qCKoZTKqrBqJb1f_diJWLYNJZnSIQ6oFd0Hb1sGyVvIvqh2Rzn9Y58/s640/Screenshot-219.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I arrived to Billy's Tunes at about 2:00. Every day I have to start work, I have to go to our store before I go to anyone's houses. I pick up the instruments and radios there that I am going to sell for the day. I've always liked the architecture of the building. It looks so much better than the name implies it will look. I mean 'Billy's Tunes'? Really.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sl9dS2R9DaxvFFucq4gAZtymCiWz0ZPSzg255VTXZG0oNwQWMKJ6J99aYyN46Y60utchZaFh2LVi3zIiofMdxSB1IkdzMdX8vCNbo4d_8Xu77kWCotlAewU74yTRljfVFR9NBz5251E/s1600/Screenshot-220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sl9dS2R9DaxvFFucq4gAZtymCiWz0ZPSzg255VTXZG0oNwQWMKJ6J99aYyN46Y60utchZaFh2LVi3zIiofMdxSB1IkdzMdX8vCNbo4d_8Xu77kWCotlAewU74yTRljfVFR9NBz5251E/s640/Screenshot-220.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got inside, I saw Mr. Simmons dancing. There wasn't anyone else in the store. Like I said, he's pretty flexible. He closes and opens the store whenever he feels like it! That's probably why he's so flexible with my schedule. Because he himself doesn't always work! He obviously doesn't care for uniforms either. Mr. Simmons is about the most unformal old man I've ever known. What's more casual than ripped jeans and a no sleeve shirt?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He noticed me, "oh, hey! Look who's decided to show up! Were you out clubbin last night with my boy?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yup, that's right, I actually made it to work today. And yes, I was out clubbing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's Mr. Simmons for you, always kidding! It's a shock that I even have to call him by his last name for obvious reasons. It doesn't fool anyone, but still he thinks that we need to act at least somewhat formal since he's my boss.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bkRfG0npWQeq0q9puM4DZ-TobwWPUDYP3CswG9FHXxaP8JS9C0fp8-vw6kawg6e0U2dBqfkzso1cOBAxjHQG5NyfKOBDa0OL6ostEoGQLLyALNWKbM8W8_-WJ0bhUNmnvtcExrvYpNg/s1600/Screenshot-221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bkRfG0npWQeq0q9puM4DZ-TobwWPUDYP3CswG9FHXxaP8JS9C0fp8-vw6kawg6e0U2dBqfkzso1cOBAxjHQG5NyfKOBDa0OL6ostEoGQLLyALNWKbM8W8_-WJ0bhUNmnvtcExrvYpNg/s640/Screenshot-221.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The inside of our store is almost better than its outside. It has a really cool atmosphere unlike any other store. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went and grabbed a few instruments and radios to start selling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, and Mr. Evans, I would just like to give you a heads up. I'm thinking of having an meeting in a few days. I will let you know on the details when I've decided when."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though I'm just a door to door salesman, Mr. Simmons likes to have meetings sometimes with all of his employies. Even the cashiers. Sales reps are there, along with cashiers (even the low down people can help), those on the floor, and door to door salesmen like myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Simmons!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FQZwKszXw8VO5J-iiwbbBWwjYDTLIbvfbxL-RukCYsgxCDSQob5_MBCKm3RDPbzyNmLb7l5xZDGMJuioQGdd4wTx0dOpPajlMINqHNUZ8kbJiB3rz_E2BvboIXHcu8GiC5PT_P2bngM/s1600/Screenshot-222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FQZwKszXw8VO5J-iiwbbBWwjYDTLIbvfbxL-RukCYsgxCDSQob5_MBCKm3RDPbzyNmLb7l5xZDGMJuioQGdd4wTx0dOpPajlMINqHNUZ8kbJiB3rz_E2BvboIXHcu8GiC5PT_P2bngM/s640/Screenshot-222.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wasn't until about 5:30 that I came to an interesting house. Sure some people bought some of my stuff, and more people didn't. Same old same old. I didn't come across any interesting houses or people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This house sure was strange. The grass was dead, and many weeds littered the yard. The backyard was sprawled with pine trees, and even a few dead trees. If this house says anything about the person inside, I'll want to run. Far. Away. What, will it be some gothic lady telling me to scram or something? Oh joyous day. OH joyous, joyous day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Reluctantly, I went to the door, bracing myself for the menace that would answer.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SKYrk-n94vAvMsIPbtn-9lKZjchZ7l-lM54l7yDQmPhDXFI7lmfJ6R3HFYwLXeoj9bKWMsH4p0EtYW4ulUHc7JUf1zoi9gpyzCTPkYhgnBqoaRRP3szte5wMHmIlit4RhnzLMO5tTQo/s1600/Screenshot-223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SKYrk-n94vAvMsIPbtn-9lKZjchZ7l-lM54l7yDQmPhDXFI7lmfJ6R3HFYwLXeoj9bKWMsH4p0EtYW4ulUHc7JUf1zoi9gpyzCTPkYhgnBqoaRRP3szte5wMHmIlit4RhnzLMO5tTQo/s640/Screenshot-223.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When a lady answered, I could tell I was very wrong. I really got to work on my theory that the house determines the personality of the people who own it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was a very pretty young woman with blonde hair (Marshall would be drooling if he were here right now). She was even holding a little toddler. She too had the looks of her mother.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fQzx0DW_qRVL_skH574AFhVNf73UgpHja9Ht2vGOznYlbaVSYu9OTrA2RLg3y0t-4hb5Vz54DOYySs3vUTPQa_vC53Kt8voPBHUfAFd1g_m4yYlYfLZOSFcWvpRtsBARZP8iYTtUJUU/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fQzx0DW_qRVL_skH574AFhVNf73UgpHja9Ht2vGOznYlbaVSYu9OTrA2RLg3y0t-4hb5Vz54DOYySs3vUTPQa_vC53Kt8voPBHUfAFd1g_m4yYlYfLZOSFcWvpRtsBARZP8iYTtUJUU/s640/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Based on the house, I took out the antique radio I brought. Now, for my speech.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hello miss. I am Alex Evans of Billy's Tunes. I would like to offer you one of our amazing products this evening. This is our antique radio version thirteen. It may look old, but I assure you it plays just as well as any radio! It just has the look of an old radio to match any decor!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I switched it on, and a classical song played. Like I said, the sound quality was top notch.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEica2-Q08gQJUQfAKnLuFeabvdJhlCdu7xhWt7dnke_69ZAlQtm54geL6GC5ZUNgN-IEcDTbgFjmOXW20B6o246DcKFZYHwnqBs6FRiOGxxGWGvqoLyZx9LmMfO6nPmdy3zubqJV40JX9k/s1600/Screenshot-225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEica2-Q08gQJUQfAKnLuFeabvdJhlCdu7xhWt7dnke_69ZAlQtm54geL6GC5ZUNgN-IEcDTbgFjmOXW20B6o246DcKFZYHwnqBs6FRiOGxxGWGvqoLyZx9LmMfO6nPmdy3zubqJV40JX9k/s640/Screenshot-225.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She wasn't exactly only interested in the radio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mmm, yes, I love this song."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She swayed her head back and forth, and moved her body a little bit in a sexy way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I don't only like this song, you know, Alex. I would also like the man who turned it on."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hmm, so a young woman with a little kid wants me? Well, having a kid implies that she's much farther along than I in the...dating market. And she looked to be only about two years old, so know what else that implies? The father is no longer with her, or at least that's what it appears to me. And it's not exactly attractive to have such a little kid when you're that young without a father.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm sorry miss, I can sell you the radio, but I cannot offer myself."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one of those exceptions where I can act well around women. Since it's for my job, I know the lines and what I have to say, what I should say. It's only different when I don't have to speak with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looked down, sad that I rejected her. "Sure, I'll buy the radio. How much is it?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"30 simoleons. Thanks, come again."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She bought the radio, and I left.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Like I said, she was a very beautiful woman, but she was superficial. The girl that I'll eventually have will not be like her at all. Just from knowing her for five minutes, I could tell that she would never get me, or try to understand me. Or even care. I want more than that. At this rate, it doesn't seem like there's a woman out there at all for me that fits my standards. Sure there are many nice women, but they're not like me at all. I hope that I will find a woman someday that I'm compatible with. There's gotta be at least one out there!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please comment. I feel like no one is reading this if no one does. I know some people comment on my page about it, but it's not always the same. I don't know.</div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804806795064584309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054016251235453289.post-13188996064162668882011-04-13T18:50:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:34:49.292-07:00Chapter 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZCQwZ5J_qYAV6VHmJcjklCVShtIrOs0w9bSupXvr9hkro9er-8_-XOY31OLlK91FF68Xmk3RBcfcUthp1-Q9fJ_qzWloaaaQyEPMrbuh4odOkmv07zYI_T-ZZEBHmpHN-K2yF21dCqo/s1600/Screenshot-169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZCQwZ5J_qYAV6VHmJcjklCVShtIrOs0w9bSupXvr9hkro9er-8_-XOY31OLlK91FF68Xmk3RBcfcUthp1-Q9fJ_qzWloaaaQyEPMrbuh4odOkmv07zYI_T-ZZEBHmpHN-K2yF21dCqo/s640/Screenshot-169.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, tonight I started to make dinner. I know, it's not cool. It's not a thing a manly man should do. But there isn't a woman in the household! And, well, I was the one appointed to cook foods. There's a legit reason behind that. Marshall and Jeff...suck at making food. Really. Badly. No one wants to have their food. Let's just say, one time Marshall unvoluntarily invited some 'specialists' over. Not. Pretty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not that I'm a <em>great </em>cook exactly, or that I even like to do it, but my food is actually edible. I'm not the best cook ever, but my food isn't bad. Tonight, I'm cooking hot dogs. Easy and delish.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyH04qWcQDTzZzAlffF3WWIU5z2Hwmmv5IeERtzXqEm-BGIxV4Bs4lRvhmnQBAjQwGlxF_pQf09nGR63v0CKzw6upQf142i-RQ-x-pw807jghzuiWmOdNsWsLEBFscjvDPYTT_0-Iecc/s1600/Screenshot-170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyH04qWcQDTzZzAlffF3WWIU5z2Hwmmv5IeERtzXqEm-BGIxV4Bs4lRvhmnQBAjQwGlxF_pQf09nGR63v0CKzw6upQf142i-RQ-x-pw807jghzuiWmOdNsWsLEBFscjvDPYTT_0-Iecc/s640/Screenshot-170.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall and Jeff have this thing of sitting by the island, watching me cook and talking. Their conversations there can be quite random, as our convos always are. But just then, they were talking about sports. Probably because they know I'm not into them. Sure I'll watch with them, but only for the sake of being with my friends and having something to do. Like I've said, I need some spark in my life. Something new.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're always arguing about the best player on our team, the Plumbob Strikers. I really don't know if they really agree with what they say in these arguments or if they're just doing it for fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall is always the one to start this 'friendly debate'. "Dude! No, no no! James Martin is clearly the best quarterback! Remember him last Sunday when he tackled Martin Plugold? Yeah, that guy needed some new teeth by the time he was done."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Um, no. Clearly Paul Manwer is the best quarterback. He is the one that knocked that dude Nathan Trone last month! That guy is a bus!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yeah, so? But James Martin is always tacklin' a bunch of dudes during each game-like well. To the point where they need to go to the hospital!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But it's quality not quantity. Giving guys sprained ankles and losing teeth-that's not that bad. But Nathan Trone! If he has his way, the guys he tackles will need to be in a coma for the next year!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But-."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can see, when they argue about their sports, it's like they're comparing trees to trains. Totally unrelated-yet they seem to be. Don't understand my humor? You'll get there.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrAV59Uy2FcSp8U-xImuAeWUBAmBf03K2WNHbZ-rZXr8zpSWve-ZZvjDeS9jii5RcNBir4JsjnhKIkfZvZDGhNJMVHFx8INPKWHt4zYUK5_oB6KqSmyRS8hfJiS6J53l4C0Js3OC5qik/s1600/Screenshot-171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrAV59Uy2FcSp8U-xImuAeWUBAmBf03K2WNHbZ-rZXr8zpSWve-ZZvjDeS9jii5RcNBir4JsjnhKIkfZvZDGhNJMVHFx8INPKWHt4zYUK5_oB6KqSmyRS8hfJiS6J53l4C0Js3OC5qik/s640/Screenshot-171.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I interupted them. They always shut up once they get their grub.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Through a big bite of hot dog, Marshall starts to mock me. "Alex, who do you think is the best quarterback?James Martin-or, the guy that puts guys in comas on a monthly basis- Paul Manwer?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I often end up being the person that sees it how they both should. "Yeah-it's like comparing a cat to a dog. Really, dogs are big and fluffy-but they can also be very small. And cats-cats are cuddly and small-but can get <em>so </em>fat. But they're all prissy and stuff-"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff interupted me as he often does when I start to rant, "Alex! What are you saying? I don't get you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And that's my problem. No one gets me-not even Marshall and Jeff *sigh*.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Just that they're both good for their own reasons. You can't compare them."</div>"Now that's our language!"<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGS0nbmNSMQOhPff7ks1LAo0B7OiN_BUZtIk8Qax1rw9qhkh1cRlzA29V01R0Vk9_NdfdYjM4rPoIS7iPcwZNuEBLYn9e7bHGK1IlGxBpWKfItuSW6NI99kry5TqPai7m0yes6V9dtAUQ/s1600/Screenshot-172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGS0nbmNSMQOhPff7ks1LAo0B7OiN_BUZtIk8Qax1rw9qhkh1cRlzA29V01R0Vk9_NdfdYjM4rPoIS7iPcwZNuEBLYn9e7bHGK1IlGxBpWKfItuSW6NI99kry5TqPai7m0yes6V9dtAUQ/s640/Screenshot-172.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mmm, Alex! You are such a great cook. I<em> love</em> your hot dogs. Much better than that goopy carbonara you tried to make yesturday. That was just so pukey. Actually, you're lucky I didn't puke. Cause I would make you pick it up."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Thank you Jeff!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never truly appreciates my cooking. And when he does, it's when I just put some hot dogs in the microwave and then added the toppings. Figures. Maybe I should just make all of my meals simple then? Too bad I don't make it just for them. Cause then I'd be disapointed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7h3CkPnj64gfOG5TWo60QKc4g0Mbqy85Yhqqc6j7yaHOpdhprXPHu7QdXgxXQMRCpUocn7d6QpuTK93Kc6_Yka9T3KJLpaQndQSTbtQlivuB3kXCMNZbiX5zcX7I3jRWdRL0yiPjtEHg/s1600/Screenshot-173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7h3CkPnj64gfOG5TWo60QKc4g0Mbqy85Yhqqc6j7yaHOpdhprXPHu7QdXgxXQMRCpUocn7d6QpuTK93Kc6_Yka9T3KJLpaQndQSTbtQlivuB3kXCMNZbiX5zcX7I3jRWdRL0yiPjtEHg/s640/Screenshot-173.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall starts to talk in between a big bite of hot dog. They're both slobs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Alex, Marshall and I have been talking. We'd like to go to the club tonight. It's been a while."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We go to the club now and then. Usually I just prefer to pull all nighters and play video games on the weekends, but sometimes they pull me to a club. It's not that I don't like to dance, it's that we always pick up girls together. And no, it's not like that-they're not players or anything. When they don't have girlfriends anymore, they just want some new, honest girlfriends. And going to clubs is the best way to get them.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQ8KLnQ-kgFIvvey2W9zYSuk-HkAlo_WKqw55sNDsv85nykwVi6h3u_sVsWZvidITwd9AhcZrHKP9rLAOmsUV5xu13x70BRg-KpLcFsrsWB8t2hFyWEbx011SxbU7qEZKcc1I_fzLerI/s1600/Screenshot-174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQ8KLnQ-kgFIvvey2W9zYSuk-HkAlo_WKqw55sNDsv85nykwVi6h3u_sVsWZvidITwd9AhcZrHKP9rLAOmsUV5xu13x70BRg-KpLcFsrsWB8t2hFyWEbx011SxbU7qEZKcc1I_fzLerI/s640/Screenshot-174.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall puts on a smug look, "it's okay Alex. A girl there will like you. That is, since you're with us. What kind of a girl doesn't like us? I mean- Jeff and I?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're always making fun of me since I'm not as good with girls as they are. But they're not being mean exactly. It's not like I'm a girl, and my friends will try to give me hearts to hearts about this stuff. No, I skip practicing the baseball game. Instead, I go to the field and watch my friends play. Without a minute to think, I'm up to bat.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxwhntVv4OuT_m3wXfMxF3vd-PKBQBVZM0oDDOz_l0RrXAFRF0NGjFJfYUNe2WcB2ACE1DeSoL12r_MWYj_GsHBAHCDb5T_QxPWx2JY4YwP8dYzsyGQfnFTNFjy0WlE1wqmA-rOuOENk/s1600/Screenshot-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxwhntVv4OuT_m3wXfMxF3vd-PKBQBVZM0oDDOz_l0RrXAFRF0NGjFJfYUNe2WcB2ACE1DeSoL12r_MWYj_GsHBAHCDb5T_QxPWx2JY4YwP8dYzsyGQfnFTNFjy0WlE1wqmA-rOuOENk/s640/Screenshot-175.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took another bite of my hot dog, savoring every bite. It's not that I'm awkward with girls or I don't like them or something. It's quite complicated. Gee, I sound like a chick.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not like I could back down. This is Marshall and Jeff I'm talking about.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggSjS5K51KzJwf_X_0a6VzjTZtKY6mTP1SSCWyhOs5SNKF2RANh5ascL5IulKNIA2eS2yLuaHG3PnjyWHvRIsWFKYSucJhyphenhyphenKFPxH33GrTtSjLmc2ERJr3FyImkowr4Fi53EJJxEA-06s/s1600/Screenshot-177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggSjS5K51KzJwf_X_0a6VzjTZtKY6mTP1SSCWyhOs5SNKF2RANh5ascL5IulKNIA2eS2yLuaHG3PnjyWHvRIsWFKYSucJhyphenhyphenKFPxH33GrTtSjLmc2ERJr3FyImkowr4Fi53EJJxEA-06s/s640/Screenshot-177.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we got to the club, I tried to put that expression on my face that says 'I'm a good looking, confident guy that girls will like'. Yes, I'm pitiful. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoosTAOcF8hwEmy_8s03DurC7uKI9n-idXpHLuerpzhzE2cN7MPn3ayz_WSSVRwk5rtJWe8t7ehIEXxaPnQHvBchTJmjgzZNXN_689plDXOVTp3DP3pSWssJEeoZmq7kx3Q6qjGdzuZw/s1600/Screenshot-178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoosTAOcF8hwEmy_8s03DurC7uKI9n-idXpHLuerpzhzE2cN7MPn3ayz_WSSVRwk5rtJWe8t7ehIEXxaPnQHvBchTJmjgzZNXN_689plDXOVTp3DP3pSWssJEeoZmq7kx3Q6qjGdzuZw/s640/Screenshot-178.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeff tends to be the one of us with the most confidence with this sort of things. Easy for him, he talks to the girls like they're some sort of rare precious rock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Come on guys! Let's scope the room. There's just gotta be a group of three smokin' hot girls around here!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He moved his arms in a strange way. Jeff always uses a lot of body languages when he's excited. In other words, he doesn't have an ounce of nerves. Unlike me. I was a wreck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Marshall sees me touching my face, "Alex! You're fine! Really."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, thanks Marshall!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My friends are just <em>so</em> supportive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was touching my face because I wanted to make sure I looked good. Well, I'm glad I didn't cut myself when I shaved before I came here. That's a good sign.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1346cLJ5MEDqgxq0K1QuiKQydzi6tje0HeanP7l3HpqQWsf_Zaq-Fz6aV_NQ3dw-fIMpZ3wSu-4FvfxtCLVNZ-qXmWKORzMyWdW7-9DhiSGFRYdYej7hJTljlzfShiy-HfBC7-8EsbrU/s1600/Screenshot-179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1346cLJ5MEDqgxq0K1QuiKQydzi6tje0HeanP7l3HpqQWsf_Zaq-Fz6aV_NQ3dw-fIMpZ3wSu-4FvfxtCLVNZ-qXmWKORzMyWdW7-9DhiSGFRYdYej7hJTljlzfShiy-HfBC7-8EsbrU/s640/Screenshot-179.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, we eyed our group of girls. They were all dancing, and just looking gorgeous.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNYuDYLoeHrjGiJV9a0mLWKWYMb_4ZkwbITbBb8WvuRKEf8A_6eUgzd5tNentdRrBlt5GB8KE1kC6KDCuGLZtlG1LszFDOLcqFUj7K_43WV3kwP-2woyarnScTyDzVmT1e58MqBWbNAw/s1600/Screenshot-180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNYuDYLoeHrjGiJV9a0mLWKWYMb_4ZkwbITbBb8WvuRKEf8A_6eUgzd5tNentdRrBlt5GB8KE1kC6KDCuGLZtlG1LszFDOLcqFUj7K_43WV3kwP-2woyarnScTyDzVmT1e58MqBWbNAw/s640/Screenshot-180.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oooo! There we are, boys! I'll take the brunette in the black dress."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As always, Jeff is the first to go. As always.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooF9hoy-DaXbMc4MVPcpaRcdqaVRnxCCUzcs4khNlALDyL0U3WP15mBKxdL5RnD3Ij_sSVLItrK857LILrcHUaJXWjNBjyGPaGvnzmb3MF5nMATb5j16JOTBXaOL0sQ3UOGlDEyIn3dU/s1600/Screenshot-181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooF9hoy-DaXbMc4MVPcpaRcdqaVRnxCCUzcs4khNlALDyL0U3WP15mBKxdL5RnD3Ij_sSVLItrK857LILrcHUaJXWjNBjyGPaGvnzmb3MF5nMATb5j16JOTBXaOL0sQ3UOGlDEyIn3dU/s640/Screenshot-181.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He strutted over them like he had no business to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey there beautiful. I'm Jeff. And you must be that girl I met in my dreams last night. Nice to meet you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She giggled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hi, Jeff! I'm Trista. It's <em>so</em> nice to meet you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She gave him absolute googly eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Can I buy you a drink?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She nodded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now you know why he didn't act nervous. This guy could flirt in his sleep.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYet39cl7Wyj5dj8C7D90_EVpM2YLzGEyxOfXHVoAURTNWX5ZyS16XwvwHefCeNvhOQ7N42t7vgKIlB3qPXksqrMClOS0ceGlF0uG7FKofgfbcBqcWKEa9y7P8BqDaIpC79ajICcPak_Y/s1600/Screenshot-182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYet39cl7Wyj5dj8C7D90_EVpM2YLzGEyxOfXHVoAURTNWX5ZyS16XwvwHefCeNvhOQ7N42t7vgKIlB3qPXksqrMClOS0ceGlF0uG7FKofgfbcBqcWKEa9y7P8BqDaIpC79ajICcPak_Y/s640/Screenshot-182.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then it was Marshall's turn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm going for the blonde one...!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He seems to be especially turned on by blondes for some reason. Me? Doesn't matter to me. It's just hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"And don't back down when it's your turn. Really Alex. You'll be fine. Just chill for once."</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqdUg8Iq5APALnUMRIMVwC7XfYp8zQEaDHCzEU71mMwpE5TFl3x3QUO3Ihu3rfyxXmz_0Cgcn6wZ31091xHxLc4n25LorOsZ7OYWF_xKWuwJAVUHYNVoY4JSO0RKXYSVhYsHGiEVdbTc/s1600/Screenshot-183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqdUg8Iq5APALnUMRIMVwC7XfYp8zQEaDHCzEU71mMwpE5TFl3x3QUO3Ihu3rfyxXmz_0Cgcn6wZ31091xHxLc4n25LorOsZ7OYWF_xKWuwJAVUHYNVoY4JSO0RKXYSVhYsHGiEVdbTc/s640/Screenshot-183.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey babe. I'm Marshall. And who might you be? Paris Hilton?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For some reason, Marshall thinks it's a 'compliment' to tell a girl she looks like Paris Hilton. It works on all the girls he goes for, since they're all blonde. But I think it's disgusting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But even still, the girls always eat it up, "nice to meet you!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Can I buy you a drink?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Of course you can!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The only way my friends can think of continuing the conversation after flirting with them is buying a drink for them. I prefer not to go that route, since I'm not much of a drinker. Sure I'll drink sometimes, but never alone, and I've never been drunk. But Marshall and Jeff have-no way do I want to go there.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfKIMfnXeOH7Um0SefQO2i2IByflatdNfAwEOxRadjI6YK1d7HQRbdl_JRZC9BRkGDIbvvsjFOaUM_tcagKVmACz-zlRmfjerzW_VLQf9dS63iE0_VBVItFCJyNoVH0SvoiGQOw4ns8E/s1600/Screenshot-184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfKIMfnXeOH7Um0SefQO2i2IByflatdNfAwEOxRadjI6YK1d7HQRbdl_JRZC9BRkGDIbvvsjFOaUM_tcagKVmACz-zlRmfjerzW_VLQf9dS63iE0_VBVItFCJyNoVH0SvoiGQOw4ns8E/s640/Screenshot-184.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So it was my turn. She was really beautiful. Now, she was just dancing alone, and yet she didn't seem to mind.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUrrVR-IYQDFHzW28tW_Wu1bLf9YsdGWRcTH-Ym9_edReqO_gmNDLb2IBLoJcTIr2DTktupn9wld_ymPN9ZlpgBLGqGrn0z3LMOQtVWl14gHAQBc-JuCOkMcVyQmWfsJgVnJdPwrAo24/s1600/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUrrVR-IYQDFHzW28tW_Wu1bLf9YsdGWRcTH-Ym9_edReqO_gmNDLb2IBLoJcTIr2DTktupn9wld_ymPN9ZlpgBLGqGrn0z3LMOQtVWl14gHAQBc-JuCOkMcVyQmWfsJgVnJdPwrAo24/s640/Screenshot-185.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey..Um...I'm Alex."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wait a go me. I'm just as smooth as Jeff and Marshall. Great, she hates me now. Just <em>great.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She just stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. Heck, she looked nervous for me. Nice girl.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Erm-I like your hair. It looks silky."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I almost started to touch her perfectly glossy hair, but I stopped myself. I'm disgusting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hi Alex, I'm Marina. Nice to meet you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looked happy enough to meet me. But that's just because she's trying to act nice. Well, aren't I lucky she's not a mean girl?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGslkBQPf9MRjlKBx1AnP1dnor6wPff5Bh-CCvk6vac33F4F4TJmIBTwETtzeFRk31mRJYiT4dEqz2XLAZkarT9OZrvstrWB3Y8Om6bKKefIQCqMJTEGpUqwz7iVrU6BtQeBn-lkwTyw/s1600/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGslkBQPf9MRjlKBx1AnP1dnor6wPff5Bh-CCvk6vac33F4F4TJmIBTwETtzeFRk31mRJYiT4dEqz2XLAZkarT9OZrvstrWB3Y8Om6bKKefIQCqMJTEGpUqwz7iVrU6BtQeBn-lkwTyw/s640/Screenshot-186.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's okay, Alex. You don't have to be nervous."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Easy for her to say. She's gorgeous, and I'm just this weird misunderstood guy, even by my friends. Guys probably like her easy enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Aren't you going to buy me a drink or something?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I managed to ignore her slightly rude comment. What, do guys always buy her drinks? Or did she just expect that cause that's what my friends did?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh-um...here's the thing. I don't drink..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's totally fine! Actually-it's really actractive that you don't drink."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was an uncomfortable pause. I could feel my cheeks burning. Marshall, Jeff, why'd you do this to me? Usually I just chicken out and play shuffleboard with the sad, single people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Wanna dance?"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NEvddBpLB2OcxrLcURr6z85_lzUFFavLVDN1d9cXrj9vqIlVQRNUwY54WWcTNaaKU2ciod6kRcYjFe7MbyOSFcOh9GSCuvAe8DcNSPdfJHwBYJpMXyRp81HkYpNKPi-kQYLJyehZygg/s1600/Screenshot-187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NEvddBpLB2OcxrLcURr6z85_lzUFFavLVDN1d9cXrj9vqIlVQRNUwY54WWcTNaaKU2ciod6kRcYjFe7MbyOSFcOh9GSCuvAe8DcNSPdfJHwBYJpMXyRp81HkYpNKPi-kQYLJyehZygg/s640/Screenshot-187.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, we danced for a while and I wasn't hyperventilating! I know, I know. I'm really charismatic and stuff, right? You would be right. But not with girls. It's like this. If they take the initiative, I'm fine. Or if I'm in a situation that makes it easy to talk. Like if she's sitting next to me or we group up (like when I was in school). But just walking up to a girl and pretty much implying that I like her-that's tough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was starting to give me the eyes. The eyes that the girls that Jeff and Marshall were with gave them immediatly. She started to lean in to kiss me.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShQveXtroLnXcxDpm3e_t0I1-u0faUNLelvWGy5BIaZgOy77K_ERUNGXxdQ54Gf6i4lTzofO1ZLcP2IKaxlYqXBjZc3GWbcGw-7mWe10b4vRLzJPjERp_j6M9P-qUGm8HgHO6ePh53mA/s1600/Screenshot-188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShQveXtroLnXcxDpm3e_t0I1-u0faUNLelvWGy5BIaZgOy77K_ERUNGXxdQ54Gf6i4lTzofO1ZLcP2IKaxlYqXBjZc3GWbcGw-7mWe10b4vRLzJPjERp_j6M9P-qUGm8HgHO6ePh53mA/s640/Screenshot-188.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But oh my gosh, it got to be too much for me. I'm not used to this kind of pressure-or being so vulnerable with a girl. The guys should be the ones that are in charge, right? Well, I certainly wasn't at the moment. And get this: I've never been kissed. I know, it's sad. It really is. Marshall and Jeff have done it SO many times. Not that they've told me, but I'm not dummy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And it's not like it's because I'm bad looking, or I'm a total creep. Girls have liked me before. Plenty of them. But I just don't let myself get too close to them...mostly because they don't seem to dive down into my soul and read it. I want a girl that gets me, so sue me. Someone has to get me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, like a totally lame person, I lost my balence, and freaking fainted! I am such a chick.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I blacked out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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