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Nov. 7th, 2001 03:08 pmi couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't even morning. a combination of it being really cold in my room, really cozy in my bed, and wanting to finish some really interesting dreams kept me asleep until about 20 minutes ago.
at one point i dreamed i was at a party that my family was hosting, i think, and there was gunfire coming in through the windows. a girl appeared a little while later trying to find a safe place, and we let her in. then she pulled a gun on me. i caught her wrist so the gun was pointing past me, and knocked her over. she pulled another gun with her other hand, same thing. even though she couldn't get them aimed at me, she shot until she was out of ammo. they were just barely pointed away from me; i was expecting to get a bloody furrow on my scalp. when the guns were empty, she had some sort of razor knife, bladed like my leaf pendant, curved out with a point at each end of the blade. i caught those too, and told my mother to get one of them away from the girl and slit her throat. mom did, although the cut was more like a scratch, but it seemed to be all that was needed.
i've never dreamed about winning fights before. i usually have to run, or i'm pulled in too close and it's like trying to punch a large marshmallow from a centimeter away - not very effective.
chris should be here soon i might just bring the phone up to the lounge and hope it's not out of range, so he can call me to be let in.
at one point i dreamed i was at a party that my family was hosting, i think, and there was gunfire coming in through the windows. a girl appeared a little while later trying to find a safe place, and we let her in. then she pulled a gun on me. i caught her wrist so the gun was pointing past me, and knocked her over. she pulled another gun with her other hand, same thing. even though she couldn't get them aimed at me, she shot until she was out of ammo. they were just barely pointed away from me; i was expecting to get a bloody furrow on my scalp. when the guns were empty, she had some sort of razor knife, bladed like my leaf pendant, curved out with a point at each end of the blade. i caught those too, and told my mother to get one of them away from the girl and slit her throat. mom did, although the cut was more like a scratch, but it seemed to be all that was needed.
i've never dreamed about winning fights before. i usually have to run, or i'm pulled in too close and it's like trying to punch a large marshmallow from a centimeter away - not very effective.
chris should be here soon i might just bring the phone up to the lounge and hope it's not out of range, so he can call me to be let in.