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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:03 pm
Tim Burton would love you then.
No what scared me so bad about my dream was I've never in my life thought about Peter as anything but a bunny rabbit. I've told a few friends and this is what I got.
Your going meet him and be like the exact thing happened only as you as the imaginary friend.
Yeah that whole Shojo style manga line from Tsukiko...yeah thats was a quote.
I promise I'm not crazy, and foxi I love your dreams make them into a book I will buy it and read it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:07 pm
it's all good. Us crazies have to hide our uniqueness from the world, or they'll lock us up. It's a good idea, and I have considered it, the publishing thing. I'll let you know if I end up doing it. I'll even give you an autographed copy. lol Maybe I should send Tim a manuscript of that dream, see what he thinks.
Hmmm. . . maybe its a premonition. Like you'll meet the boy of your dreams, and he'll look like that. Or someone else special, like what if that was your kid???
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:21 pm
Haha, oh, don't worry about the whole face thing, Keyblade. I won't kill you or go into a small corner if you draw me with a baby face. Draw however your style is.
As for dreams, I like/hate mine. I tend to forget them within a couple of minutes of waking up, and it's really sad since I can only remember itty-bitty pieces of them, though the ones I do remember having are quite vivid. Like there was one where somehow I was on a river raft thing, and then it jumped to a star wars thing. And I completely freaked at the end, cause I saw an enemy coming up from behind one of my friends. Then there was another one where I actually tried to make into a story, but… that one needs a lot of work. It was… weird and creepy, so to say o__O I'll elaborate if you guys really want to hear about it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 11:36 pm
Do it Saia. I like sharing dreams. It's fun.
One dream I had not too long ago was of my little sister (she's 16). Yea. . . she shot me in the head. But somehow I survived. then my dream thought up alternate endings. Like I went on a Punisher-like rampage and went after her. Or I arose like a vengeful undead like in The Crow, wanting retribution for who made her kill me. Or another was that I became an assassin and she was my secret agent nemesis. Main point was that it was so vivid, I woke up and had to feel the back of my head to make sure I wasn't bleeding from it. I had shivers. >.<
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:25 am
Okay, I dreamed this… about 4 years ago, so my memory's a little fuzzy with details.
So me and my friends are at this beach that I usually go to. All of a sudden, there's a storm that comes out of NOWHERE and the sky turns dark (like dark night sky with black clouds) and it starts to pour with a very strong wind whipping around us. Naturally, we start running for cover. Next thing I know, there's suddenly a cliff right next to me, and there's all of these old sharp and pointy pieces of wood sticking out from the sand. I look over and I think to myself 1) that looks very scary 2) how the hell did those get there and where'd they come from?
SUDDEN CHANGE OF SCENE (my memory fails)
We're out of the storm, but all of a sudden I'm pulled from behind into this vortex thing by something I can't see. My friend who's with me tries to save me, but I'm gone before they can do anything.
TIME SKIP
I'm unconscious, but somehow I can see what's going on around me. I'm lying on a table, and I'm… I think I was chained :/. Anyway, I'm more or less restrained, and then these two dark figures above me place something on me. It was either some sort of magic or it was a chain around my neck. Again, memory fails me.
MAGICAL MOVEMENT INTO THE FUTURE
I'm sitting in this really nice chair at the head of a very long table, except that I'm chained up and unable to speak. My friends are all sitting around the table, looking very confused because the people who kidnapped me have graciously invited them to sit and feast with them in celebration. Obviously, they're wary about this. My friends and the enemies exchange words, and then the bad guys threaten them. To show they really mean it, one of them makes some sort of gesture. Before I know what the hell is going on, the chair disappears from beneath me and I'm left suspended by earlier mentioned collar that's connected to somewhere off in the darkness. This means… I'm freaking choking (those guys were real bastards, huh…) So I'm trying to not die by pulling down on the collar while keeping my head up (this is obviously working well…) As the bad guys are demonstrating their seriousness, my friends are all screaming for them to stop. The bad guys do, since their point is proven. The seat is magically back beneath me, and I'm taking whatever glorious air my lungs can get into me. I'm trying to tell my friends to leave me behind, since these guys are dangerous, but my voice doesn't work. And then… my memory cuts out and I think that's where the dream ended. Sadness ;A;
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:33 pm
Gosh we all have messed up dreams at time.
OMG Foxi I would like frame that book then!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 5:01 pm
wow Saia that's trippy. Literally and figuratively speaking. lol.
*laughs*
But then you wouldn't be able to read it KB, if you framed it. Maybe after you read it. lol ^'^
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:26 pm
That's why I will buy two copies.
I forgot to say this, but Peter as my kid would freak the crazy out of me just because.
No I'm writing a book I want to call it Simply Peter its based off that dream I had about a girl who's best friend was a boy named Peter who was disappeared when they where in high school. Everyone though someone kill him, but she new he was alive. Anyway she goes off to collage on a scholarship, and this dude is her roommate. Looks and acts just like her friend so now she must either let go of Peter and move on or try and see this new person as Peter.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 2:44 am
I wish you luck with that KB. I hear its hard to get into the writing biz these days. Sounds like you got a good story tho.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:46 pm
That's what I've heard to so I'm hopefully going to be a chef.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:34 pm
well my passion is writing/painting. So even tho I'm a cashier by day I'll still do what I love. Maybe one day it'll bring me profit, maybe not. Who's to say. ^'^
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:08 am
Haha, not quite sure what I really like to do that I'd love to do for a living. I wouldn't mind glass-blowing… granted I actually improve what little skills I have. Drawing: not enough talent, needs a lot of work; Japanese: Well… we'll have to see about that; Singing: There are a lot of people who can sing better than me!; Video Games: not enough talent razz Button Mashing, FTW!
Anyway, all I am is a student worker who does xeroxing, hole punching… stuff like that. It's called our "Visual Production Center" razz
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 2:21 am
well you do what you can Saia. And don't give up on any of your dreams. I'm not trying to be cliche, but it's true. Just because you have to do one thing for necessities sake doesn't mean you can't pursue other things you are interested in as well.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 6:27 pm
Don't give up Saia, If I can't neither can you!!
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 2:08 pm
*Dances*
I made a new friend today, and got one of my qwesting items!! I am in the zo-one! >.<
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