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I had a funny dream last night.
Willow, the artist's alley girls, and I were going somewhere on what looked like a subway. Clearly something bad had happened recently, because we had to go through security to get on the train. The other girls went through first, and then they asked me if I had anything to declare, any knives over three inches. I started to say no, but then I remembered that my Swiss Card (it's like a Swiss Army Knife) had a knife in it, but I couldn't remember the length. I told the guard as much, and he asked to see it. He then asked me how I forgot it's length, as there is a built in ruler along the same side as the knife. (in my defence, that was in centimetres) The guard said he'd have to confiscate it before he let me on the train. I got very upset, and told him it had belonged to my father, and asked if there was any way I could get it back later. He evidently felt sorry for me, (and the fact that I am a delicate, sad-looking young woman probably helped) because he told me he would mail it to me if I gave him my address. I already had my wallet out, so I started looking for a business card with my address on it. He agreed that taping something the same size as the card to the card would work very well, but I had two versions of my business card mixed up in my wallet (as in real life) and I had to find which one had my address on it.
As I was rifling through my wallet, some jerk came up behind me and snatched my purse off the ground. I drop everything and chase after him.
I shout, "Someone stop him! He's got my purse!" as I run after him. As people stare at as running through the station, not getting involved, I shout "Gee, thanks guys! Big help!"
He then drops my purse, but he still was holding onto the car keys, which are on a long lanyard. Upon waking, I was unsure what he intended to do with car keys if he didn't know what car they went to, but in the dream all I cared about was that he had something that had been entrusted to me. So I keep running, grab the other end of the lanyard, and whip it around my arm to pull him closer as I pull back to punch him in the face. Anyway, it seemed that I was punching the guy in real life, too, because I punched so hard I nearly fell out of bed and woke myself up that way.
This amused my sister and mother greatly, as this combination of "sweet and nervous" and "I will fuck you up" is very me.
Willow, the artist's alley girls, and I were going somewhere on what looked like a subway. Clearly something bad had happened recently, because we had to go through security to get on the train. The other girls went through first, and then they asked me if I had anything to declare, any knives over three inches. I started to say no, but then I remembered that my Swiss Card (it's like a Swiss Army Knife) had a knife in it, but I couldn't remember the length. I told the guard as much, and he asked to see it. He then asked me how I forgot it's length, as there is a built in ruler along the same side as the knife. (in my defence, that was in centimetres) The guard said he'd have to confiscate it before he let me on the train. I got very upset, and told him it had belonged to my father, and asked if there was any way I could get it back later. He evidently felt sorry for me, (and the fact that I am a delicate, sad-looking young woman probably helped) because he told me he would mail it to me if I gave him my address. I already had my wallet out, so I started looking for a business card with my address on it. He agreed that taping something the same size as the card to the card would work very well, but I had two versions of my business card mixed up in my wallet (as in real life) and I had to find which one had my address on it.
As I was rifling through my wallet, some jerk came up behind me and snatched my purse off the ground. I drop everything and chase after him.
I shout, "Someone stop him! He's got my purse!" as I run after him. As people stare at as running through the station, not getting involved, I shout "Gee, thanks guys! Big help!"
He then drops my purse, but he still was holding onto the car keys, which are on a long lanyard. Upon waking, I was unsure what he intended to do with car keys if he didn't know what car they went to, but in the dream all I cared about was that he had something that had been entrusted to me. So I keep running, grab the other end of the lanyard, and whip it around my arm to pull him closer as I pull back to punch him in the face. Anyway, it seemed that I was punching the guy in real life, too, because I punched so hard I nearly fell out of bed and woke myself up that way.
This amused my sister and mother greatly, as this combination of "sweet and nervous" and "I will fuck you up" is very me.