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Whoa, I had the weirdest dream last night.
So, in my dream, I lived in this house with my family. For some reason, we had Charles Manson's body buried in our basement. For some reason, there was this living spirit of him, which was visible, but he couldn't cause any harm as a spirit, and this other guy who I knew, but I can't put a name to him now that I'm awake, and they both wanted Manson's body so they could put it back together. Me and my brother at some point ran into the basement and pulled out the body, and cut and hacked and sliced it all to bits. We cut the head from the body and put them in seperate, hidden places in the basement.
Awhile later, Manson somehow got into our basement and found his remains, and put himself back together. Everyone in my house was in ruins, because we were so disappointed that he had found the body parts.
After he became human again, he started to form a commune like he had in his early days. It was 'innocent' and friendly like it had been back in the early 60's. They sold meat to survive, or something, in my dream, and Charles Manson was trying to convince me to join them, but I knew what would eventually happen, and I didn't want to be involved in it. I remember a lot of the Manson girls were in my dream, like Susan Atkins, Leslie VanHouten, Squeaky, Patricia whatsherface, etc. I dreamed of them all like before they were cold blooded murderers, they were fresh faced and dancing and happy.
It was a very odd dream, and it ended abruptly. I remembered a lot more about it earlier this morning, I should have written about it then.
I absolutely have to clean this room today. I can't take it anymore, there's just too much clutter. Roar! I need a gigantic Rubbermaid container to put all our new stuff in so we can pack it away or something. Same with old stuff that we aren't using right now.
I have a feeling my mom isn't having a very good time in California right now. I can just sense it. She doesn't mention Duane during any of our MSN conversations, or gush about him at all. She doesn't talk about anything that she does down there, she just wants to talk about me. That's a big difference from how she used to be. I just have this bad feeling, and I'm worried. At least she comes home in 6 days.
It was so cold in this room this morning, it was awesome. I can't wait until it starts feeling like that all the time. I had to have a comforter over me! Mind you, I still had the fans on so it made it a tad colder, but still, it was chilly.
Apparently there is a letter from the college that came to my house. I hope it's my schedule. I'd like to know when my classes are, and what classes I get this first semester. I think, according to the website, I have:
Human Relations
Communications
Keyboarding for Computers
Document Processing
Administrative Procedures I
Kind of a lame first semester, but I'll deal. It delves into the legal courses in the second year, so I'm excited for that.
Oh wow, I just looked at the course outlines on the site, and for only two classes, I already need EIGHT books! Holy crap, no wonder I'm getting such a big student loan :/
Anyways, I'd better go start on this room, or something.
So, in my dream, I lived in this house with my family. For some reason, we had Charles Manson's body buried in our basement. For some reason, there was this living spirit of him, which was visible, but he couldn't cause any harm as a spirit, and this other guy who I knew, but I can't put a name to him now that I'm awake, and they both wanted Manson's body so they could put it back together. Me and my brother at some point ran into the basement and pulled out the body, and cut and hacked and sliced it all to bits. We cut the head from the body and put them in seperate, hidden places in the basement.
Awhile later, Manson somehow got into our basement and found his remains, and put himself back together. Everyone in my house was in ruins, because we were so disappointed that he had found the body parts.
After he became human again, he started to form a commune like he had in his early days. It was 'innocent' and friendly like it had been back in the early 60's. They sold meat to survive, or something, in my dream, and Charles Manson was trying to convince me to join them, but I knew what would eventually happen, and I didn't want to be involved in it. I remember a lot of the Manson girls were in my dream, like Susan Atkins, Leslie VanHouten, Squeaky, Patricia whatsherface, etc. I dreamed of them all like before they were cold blooded murderers, they were fresh faced and dancing and happy.
It was a very odd dream, and it ended abruptly. I remembered a lot more about it earlier this morning, I should have written about it then.
I absolutely have to clean this room today. I can't take it anymore, there's just too much clutter. Roar! I need a gigantic Rubbermaid container to put all our new stuff in so we can pack it away or something. Same with old stuff that we aren't using right now.
I have a feeling my mom isn't having a very good time in California right now. I can just sense it. She doesn't mention Duane during any of our MSN conversations, or gush about him at all. She doesn't talk about anything that she does down there, she just wants to talk about me. That's a big difference from how she used to be. I just have this bad feeling, and I'm worried. At least she comes home in 6 days.
It was so cold in this room this morning, it was awesome. I can't wait until it starts feeling like that all the time. I had to have a comforter over me! Mind you, I still had the fans on so it made it a tad colder, but still, it was chilly.
Apparently there is a letter from the college that came to my house. I hope it's my schedule. I'd like to know when my classes are, and what classes I get this first semester. I think, according to the website, I have:
Human Relations
Communications
Keyboarding for Computers
Document Processing
Administrative Procedures I
Kind of a lame first semester, but I'll deal. It delves into the legal courses in the second year, so I'm excited for that.
Oh wow, I just looked at the course outlines on the site, and for only two classes, I already need EIGHT books! Holy crap, no wonder I'm getting such a big student loan :/
Anyways, I'd better go start on this room, or something.