Nightmare @ MindSay 
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Normally, having a dream like the one I just had wouldn't affect me the way it has done - but with the events of the week that have occured, and with all these events from previous times dwelling on my mind - I've woke up wondering what the fuck the dream was about. It seemed so real - and the fact it was full of people I knew, in a place I was familiar with - it's scared me.
It took place in the computer room we use for Photography lessons - only it had a slightly different layout. Perhaps it was the angle that the dream took place from - I could recognise the room, it just looked slightly different. Shelly wasn't there - but Michelle was, and I wanted to sit with her.
Now normally, there's a ton of empty computers in that room - but for some reason, there was only three empty ones. Two were together and one was out on its own on the end. I wanted to sit with Michelle, but this lass - who bore this horrible resemblence to Conway - only more chavvy, with blonder hair and an orange foundation was talking to her - and she pushed me aside and sat where I was about to - so I had to sit on the end computer by myself.
For some reason, I was more angry about this than I should have been, and I refused to do any work, I just sat and stared at my YouTube channel (which is weird, because YouTube is blocked on the college servers).
Paul set us off doing a task - then he wandered out as usual.
This chavvy lass stood up and walked over to me - she stood behind me and started hitting the back of my head. Then she was poking through my hair, prodding my excema scabs and making comments about them. I don't know WHAT her actual words were, but I could always tell what the subject was, because she'd touch or point at the subject in hand. She must've done it for 5-10 minutes solid, and I didn't actually retaliate until I stood up and said things back to her.
I'm not sure what the last thing she said was - but she made me snap.
I punched her in the face, grabbed her by the neck, digging both my thumbs into the pressure points that stop you breathing - and I pushed her across the room to the printer. When we were there, I smashed her head backwards four or five times onto it, then turned her around and punched her in the face a few more times and in the stomach whilst simultaneously kicking her in the legs.
She was trying to fight back, but all her punches seemed to hit my chin or my arms - and didn't hurt me very much.
After I'd kneed her inbewteen her legs, I pushed her to the ground, held her still with one of my arms and kicked her in the sides and in the side of her head a few times until she was bleeding down one side from her ear and her lip. I walked away from her and went to sit back at my computer.
She didn't move for quite a long time - but when Paul came back, he didn't seem to notice her until she stood up and went to blab to him. She was proper crying, but managed to maintain this sly smirk.
Paul moved a chair to the side of me and started talking to me - but not about what I'd just done, about my coursework.
This went on for a while until I turned around to Paul and said: "Why haven't you even noticed what I've done?
She's proper blagged to you and she's got her crocodile tears, so why aren't you laying into me?"
Paul still seemed proper confused. So I said: "Won't I get kicked out of college?"
Then his mood changed and he proper started ranting about all the other options I have if I got kicked out of college. It was all very confusing.
But at no point during this dream did I ever feel remorse for what I did. I sat there with the same expression the entire time. I didn't ever once show anger. Even when I was kicking the shit out of this lass, my face was totally blank. And this is exactly how I feel when I get angry and hurt things. Hence the reason this dream bothered me so much...
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Rapid Game Switching
Once again, I've had another weird dream.
I often dream about people who used to bully me - but not to the extent that I did last night...
As it were, I was hiding out in a storage cupboard of a library - where I was looked like a cross between my old secondary school and my current college - so I'm unsure as to which one it actually was.
In this cupboard, hiding with me - was another person, a boy with thick brown hair and a chubby face. Him and I were discussing the fact that we often wet ourselves.
(Which I don't - I just have the occassional accident in my sleep - and that only tends to happen if I a) dream about water or b) go to sleep feeling stressed/upset.)
Either way - as the discussion continued - I actually ended up doing that which we were discussing.
Then he seemed to shun me - as if he were embarrassed by what I'd done - despite how hypocritical he was being.
So he shoved me out of the cupboard, and I was instantly met with a gang of around 16 girls, all whom I recognised, all who used to bully me throughout school and college.
I was also stood there in wet jeans - so I made a run for the toilets and locked myself in a cubicle.
Once inside, I was searching my backpack for a pair of clean trousers, when it seemed that the group who confronted me had entered the toilets.
They then proceeded to tear off the door, ripping it clean off its hinges, exposing me stood there in wet underwear.
I started to cry - and cried harder and louder when the lot of them started drenching me with cold water.
All I could hear was myself screaming and all of them laughing - and I could feel the intense cold temperature of that which they were drenching me with.
That's what caused me to wake up - dreaming about water is a bad thing. If it had been warm water, things would have turned out a lot worse.
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I went to nana's at around 10.
I sat with them for a while in the living room, watching various shite programming on Zone Horror and eating Morning Coffee biscuits.
I then went into the front bedroom with nana - I played Super Smash Bros. Brawl and she continued on with this jigsaw that she's been doing for about a fortnight.
It's like a 1960's scene at a horse race - everybody is sat on the roofs of their cars, eating sandwiches, watching the horses.
It's a big strange, but. Whatever turns you on. :)
Before I ate Sunday lunch, I managed to complete 5 characters' All-Star mode scenarios.
Ah, progress. How I love making it.
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I've been in one of those moods today where I haven't been able to decide on what game to play.
I'd start playing one, but within around 20 minutes of playing it, I'd want to swap to another.
Thus, I've been switching from Super Smash Bros. Brawl to Wii Play to Cooking Mama and back again.
Nana likes Cooking Mama. :)
She tends to like fun games, all the better if they have bright colours or cel-shaded graphics.
She loves watching me play LOZ: Wind Waker - for one.
She had a little go at making a creme caramel pudding.
She did well with the mixing - but not so well with cracking eggs and tipping them out of their moulds.
Everything seemed to either splatter or smash. :D
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5 Unexplained Occurances In Super Smash Bros. Brawl
- Now answered! :D
1) Why do the characters EAT heart containers?
a) Because they're strawberry flavoured and they have a sweet liquid centre.
2) Why does Ganondorf produce a sword when he taunts, but never uses it to attack?
a) Because it's a rare Hylian replica, handed down from his crazy grandmother who used it to castrate Dodongos for bomb bags.
3) What the hell is going on with Lugi's mushroom-trip final smash?
a) All of those poison 'shrooms are bound to have an affect on you sooner or later...
4) Where the hell are Porky's eyes?
a) Ness tore them out to adorn his Lucas voodoo doll. Poor Porky is now blind and spends his time rampaging around blindly in his robot, seeking revenge.
5) Why does Lucas' snake taunt look SO wrong?
a) Because Nintendo's artists have a little boy fetish.
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Tomorrow begins my two and a half weeks back at college for the Step Up to A2 timetable.
I'm not looking forward to that, either. :(
Contains graphic descriptions of violent violence (allow me the tautology).
We’re near my nursing school. It had been robed on the previous day, but somehow, the thieves had come back. I was in an old building, like a monument or palace from a royal family, waiting for a conference or a class to start. There were almost a hundred people in the conference room.
In a moment our main teacher calls and warns (I could hear the call) that the thieves had been again in the school, that they had escaped through a secret passage that would lead them to a subway/tube station just under our building. Also that we had to be careful and if we heard anything we should try to run away and stay safe, they were dangerous and girls should not go the bathroom alone.
A second or two after this, on the other side of the room, we see a group of people, who were near a set of stairs which went underground, starting to get excited and then scared – everyone started running and panicking to get out of that place. I had to get out of there and get a riffle that I had hidden outside of the building just after I had arrived, and all I could think was, where’s my girlfriend, where’s is she, is she safe?
I need that gun – if I get it on time I might be able to shoot the bastard(s). But something was weird. Apparently the locals on the subway/tube went completely berserk and caught the criminal in some way.
All I could see was a rope tied to a foot of the robber, then crowd cheering, and later, a mutilated foot/leg still tied to the rope. I got another glimpse of the criminal: someone had mutilated his lips, and someone was just about to literally rip the rest of the face. An overjoyed local had a small dog on his arms and with a barber's knife, he slashed part of the doggie’s face as a form of celebration.
The crowd went away and behind was left a pile of body parts, yellow and red. The place was horrible, there were blood stains everywhere on the walls, there were also maggots. But not small ones: huge, like the size of a man’s finger. They had quick movement and they multiplied at each second. There were colonies of maggots in all walls.
I tried to escape but everywhere was full of maggots, except for one spot: near the pile of body parts. I closed my eyes and run. The place looked empty, but just after the corner I find two or three kids just standing and looking at me, with no reaction, with colonies of maggots starting to develop all over their bodies. And I woke up with my lungs racing. Thank god it was just a dream.
Prelude: I remember just before that gory part of the dream, that I had dreamt of watching a youtube video of a boy doing parkour down the stairs of a subway/tube, when a guy kicked him in the head and the first boy lost balance but weirdly, he fell on his feet, despite the speed and range of his movements. I believe that a wave of rage started from here on.
Horrible.
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Dixie currently feels:
Neutral
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Blog #34
Expert fingers do you well!
Although the green sarcastic smiley says I'm neutral - I'm bordering on depressed.
That smiley really does look like a sarky little cunt. I can't actually find one that looks neutral.
I awoke after the funniest fucking dream EVER.
I often have weird dreams where Ashleigh does mental shit - but never as bad as last night's.
(I've had two dreams where I've killed her before - but comedy deaths, rather than cold blooded murder.)
We were all in college - the three of us, Shelly, Ash and myself - standing with a group of lads.
They were daring us to do mental shit. One of them dared me to stick a candle in my arsehole and light it.
...Oddly, I did it and seemed quite pleased with myself.
But then they turned to Ash - handed her a Snickers bar and dared her to stick it up her arse.
She didn't look amused - but she put her hand down the back of her trousers and did it - I watched the bulge of it sticking out slowly disappear as she fully inserted it.
Then they made her jump up and down and jog on the spot until she was really sweaty. By this point, the chocolate had melted inside of her - then they dared her to eat it.
So there she was, dripping in sweat, scraping chocolate from her backside and eating it.
I woke up and fucking pissed myself laughing.
I need to stop having such mental fucking dreams!
And the sick thing is; it's given me a craving for a Snickers. :D
I won't ever be able to look at Ash eating one the same way again. ROFL.
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I started my day by cleaning my teeth, tidying my room and thrashing away some Expert & Hard vocals on World Tour.
After I'd gotten dressed and brushed my hair - I decided to start on the drums career.
Dixie only went and got three 100%s in a row.
Easy shall not be a hard task for me.
Once I have mastered it - which doesn't look to be difficult at all - I shall move on to Medium gladly. :)
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Shelly turned up at half 12 - we played through a few songs on band quickplay - her on bass guitar and me on lead.
I picked some really stupid songs - ones I barely ever play, so I wasn't doing as well as I normally do.
LOL - 98% on Expert - terrible. :P
I then moved on to Wi-Fi - time to thrash the daily n00bs at guitar battle mode.
Shelly only seems too pleased to watch me on Wi-Fi - which is a bit weird. Not that I'm arsed like.
I'm just not the sort of person who can watch someone else play Guitar Hero.
I can watch Shelly and Ash on co-op mode - but only for around 5 songs, then I'll get a craving to play too.
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It became apparent after an hour or so that neither of us were as entertained by Guitar Hero as we normally are.
I was expecting this to happen of course...
We made out for a while on my bed - then I knew it was my time to repay her for what she did for me on Sunday.
The fact she was laid on top of me didn't quite fit with my initial plan - so I had to sort of re-arrange myself so I could take her top off.
I had a bit of fun fondling her breasts - squeezing them, licking them, sucking them - the like. She seemed to like this, so I moved on further down - undid her jeans and started to reward her.
Now yes, I was terrified at the aspect of giving pleasure to another - oddly, more so than I was accepting it.
My fingers are incredibly short - her little finger is the same length as my index finger - for a size comparison - but it seemed that they were working pretty well.
Either way - I made her come. I didn't think I'd done her justice; for you see, everything I do isn't good enough for anybody at all. ...Still, she insisted to me enough that I'd done better than most people do on their first time.
I'll have to take her word for it, I guess...
Hey - my fingers may be short, but just watch me thrash away some Expert guitar solos. Just watching my fingers moshing on the fret buttons will make you moist. :P
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Of course - I was satisfied with making her satisfied, but she wanted to have a go with me again.
I let her, of course. Lmfao, I be a bit of a whore sometimes. :P
So she felt me up, I took my clothes off - she started with my breasts then went down.
Wasn't bad. I will admit yes, better than Sunday.
She went a lot deeper, a lot harder - I enjoyed it a whole lot more.
She licked me a lot more too. This made me feel pretty honoured - I'm not comfortable with giving oral yet - and apparently she's only given oral to one other person besides me.
I wanted anal too though.
I'd even provided baby oil - but she was scared to. She asked me to show her how I did it to myself.
Now this was pretty embarrassing to say the least - but I did as she asked, had a little bit of fun with myself.
Just as she was about to take over for me - my mother only came in the front door.
DAMN IT WOMAN.
I had to put my clothes back on pretty quickly - rofl.
Though the panic did nothing to arouse me less. :P
Oh well, there's always next time. :P
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Once I'd cleaned myself up and gotten dressed again - I went and bought some chocolate - a Toffee Crisp for me (my 3rd favourite) and a Crunchie for Shelly (her favourites).
I got the usual bread and milk staples for mother too.
Came home - made up some egg mayo sarnies for myself and meatballs and chips for Shelly.
We watched The Simpsons together - always a great chill-out time is 6PM on channel 4. :)
After returning upstairs - we laid on my bed together, basking in the scent of the pillow mist I take great delight in spraying every several seconds.
I enjoy lavender more than I enjoy anal. Lmfao. Just imagine them both together. :D
But damn Shelly and her ways - she got me aroused YET AGAIN.
So fucking easily as well - so she ended up giving me some more.
Tee hee, the second time was so much better.
Despite the fact I had to try so hard not to make a great deal of noise, as my mam was downstairs - she went so hard with me and I almost reached a climax.
Most people only reach climax during masturbation though, so I'm not bothered. :)
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I've spent the rest of the night messing around on YouTube, playing with the trailer clips on Movie Maker and listening to my "NEW PLAYLIST".
It rules - it's a combo of 5, 4 and 3 star rated songs; the ones I'm currently listening to the most, ones I like on any occassion, my all-time favourites and some overlooked classics.
I very rarely skip a song when I listen to it. :D
Er, The movie last night was pretty good, but I'll never watch it again ._.
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