Weird Dream @ MindSay

I bought some cookies today and got a free brownie. Awesome =)

 

Me and this cute guy in my English class have been playing the If-We-Make-Eye-Contact-Then-One-Of-Us-Has-To-Look-Away game. I was debating if I should go and sit over by him next class just to see what he'd do. But I also think that would make it look a bit suspicious if I did.

 

I had a weird dream last night. Some how I was in the Metradome, (Yes the one the Minnisota Twins are using for the playoffs cuz thier feild is getting redone.) or what looked like the Metradome, and I was sitting out on the feild, around home plate. For some odd reason that didn't seem weird to me at all. Then Evan Longoria came to the plate (I mean you knew he was going to show up at some point right?) and he was wearing his only one ipod earbud.  I could hear it from were I was sitting and it was his walk-up music or what sounded like it, blaring. But yet we were able to have a conversation anyway regardless of how loud it was. I don't remember what we were talking about but I know I made him laugh. Then these chubby people came over and sat down but we were made to move anyway. So our real seats were like the nose bleeds and the people that came up there with me all disappeared at some point. So I looked around for people I knew and saw my old friend Natile. We started to talk and catch up. I don't remember the rest of it but I remember that at the end I looked back on the field and saw that the Rays were leaving the feild and as Evan was leaving 3rd he had one of those blasters from Star Wars in his hand. Yea thats not weird or anything.

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Last night's epic dream:

My dream started out with Ash and myself walking around what was apparently Hemlington - but it certainly didn't look like it. It looked very similar to that of Ambleside town. We wandered around for a while, then went back to Ash's bungalow.
When we returned, Ash says to me: "Didn't you notice that shop at the end of the avenue? You'd proper like it."
I responded: "No, I didn't see any shop..."
Ash says: "Oh, it was a wheelchair shop."
I say: "Well why would I like that?"
Ash replies: "Because they had a sign up outside saying they were closing down and all stock was reduced..." -she puts up three fingers - "To THREE QUID!"
I proper had a spazzy fit and shouted: "OMG, LET'S GO BACK THEN!"
Ash goes: "No way, you're not getting one. Why would you want one? To trick people into thinking you're crippled?"
I say: "No! For artistic things, films, photos - the like."
Ash says: "Well you could borrow mine for that."
I scream at her: "NOOOO!!! I WANT A FOLDING ONE!!!"
I ended up having a proper tantrum fit, and this resulted in both of Ash's parents and a shitload of randomers all shouting at me.

Following this, I was sat on the floor in their living room - everyone and these randomers were all sat around on the sofas watching films and talking PROPER loud. I was playing on a GBA with headphones in so I didn't have to listen to them.
Then we all ended up going out to some random church hall where everyone was sat around on wooden tables, listening to this random bible-bashing woman having a proper orgasmic rant about the power of Jesus and Christianity. Whenever anybody yawned or somehow looked distracted, she'd run up to their table and yell things at them about them going to hell and they'd be eternally damned.

I started daydreaming and gazing out of the window.
This woman runs up to my table and shouts: "WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?! YOU SHOULD BE READING YOUR BIBLE!!"
I shake my head at her and calmly respond: "It's because of over-enthusiastic, Jesus-fucking bible-bashers that people can't decide their own path in life anymore. Stop wasting your time trying to convert atheists. We'll all go to hell with you and sodomise you with pitchforks."

Then this woman proper bursts into tears and runs out crying and everyone in the hall proper started cheering.
Ash looks at me proper shocked and says: "How the hell do you get people to agree with you?! I can proper never do it!"

Following this, nobody seemed to move from the tables, but instead everyone took out GBAs and started playing this random game where you had to swim underwater as a shark and collect sunken pirate ships.
I beat everybody at it on the first round, but the scores for the second round weren't revealed and that we had to wait until tomorrow to get them.

I woke up laid on the floor of a bus - next to the bus driver, a random gadge sat on a seat beside me and a pile of my shoes next to me.
The gadge said I could only save two pairs, so I put a pair of black Converse on and picked up a pair that were identical to the new pair I got the other week. The black, white and red patterned ones.
I asked him when the bus was going to stop, and the driver responded that it wasn't going to.

So the random gadge and I started ramming our shoulders against the bus doors until they burst open. Then we both leapt out and did like an epic-slow-motion dive out across the road and we landed on a patch of grass infront of Ash's house.
(Which is odd, because there isn't grass infront of Ash's house, it's paved.)

Ash comes out and she starts whinging on at me.
I yell at her: "OMG YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE MY EPIC DIVE OUT OF THE BUS! YOU FUCKING CUNT, I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN FOR YOU!!!"
Then she shakes her head and says that I scored 125 points in the pirate ship GBA game and the gadge behind me scored 180.

I proper fell to my knees and started screaming - before I woke up, wondering what the bloody hell that dream was about. :)

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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. :(

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I'd had a really weird dream.

I was sat in a cafeteria with really cheap white tables - I was sat against the wall, as I was isolating myself from everyone else there.
My brother Ian showed up, with three other lads - one had a lot of spots, one had a yellow shirt and one had green hair. Ian sat opposite me and the other three lads sat around me.

Then Ashleigh arrived - but couldn't get around to my side of the table, so she sat beside Ian.
We were talking for a while - before another person came in through the door.

She was the absolute double of Ashleigh - only her hair was darker, her clothes were a different colour, her voice was higher and her wheelchair frame was blue.
She said her name was Rhona Robinson.

I woke up and felt very confused.
My dreams sometimes serve a purpose - but all that one did was confuse me.

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I spent most of today playing The Misadventures Of Tron Bonne.
I have 3 missions left to complete - along with the shitty ruins exploration level.

My Servbots' stats are all pretty high - there's a few more who need their attack levels raising.
I can't stand doing training course 1 though.
Training course 2 only takes about a minute - often less.
Course 1 always takes 3+ minutes and it's so damn tedious.

The more valuble stat raiser would be the more annoying one, wouldn't it?!

I'm also pissed off with the bastard farm level.
I spent 20 minutes fucking about working out how to ride and capture the horses - only to have my truck destroyed during the boss fight.
BASTARDS.

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After I turned it off in frustration: Ashleigh had came online. She informed me that she was coming tomorrow - and had a mini-rant about her newly accquired Guitar Hero: Metallica (which she's bringing tomorrow) - we then discussed our plans.

We've decided on playing through some of the band career of GHM, watching the DVD that Paul burned me (Lesbian Vampire Killers) and continuing our game of Monopoly from Monday.

Once her connection died, I pulled out my drum kit and played a few quick gigs on World Tour.
I then swapped to bass and thrashed through a few more songs on Hard - 5 100% scores in a row.

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Dad had been to ASDA and bought a shitload of cookies - so I ate half a packet of Maryland triple chocolate chip while I watched the first half of Britain's Got Talent.

I began to wonder - am I evil?
When Hollie Steel had her emotional breakdown, bless her - I thought it was pretty sweet, and I felt sorry for her - but I couldn't help pissing myself laughing.
Every time I hear children cry - I laugh uncontrollably. Babies especially. My word, they make me bloody manic. :)

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Then mam arrived home to ruin my pretty neutral day.

I asked her if Ashleigh and Shelly could come tomorrow - which she doesn't normally decline to - but then she said no.
Her reason was pathetic though: "It's her day off and she doesn't want the house full."

For a start - there's two of them - not twenty-two.
For a second - we're only ever in my room. We only come down to eat at the table because Ash isn't wonderfully skilled at balancing trays on her lap.
I eat alone upstairs for the other 6 days of the week - do I honestly bother her with my presence in the room for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES?

Then she had a whinge on saying why can't I go to Ash's or to Shelly's.
For one - I can very rarely get to Ash's. Dad starts work too early a lot of the time to take me - which I'm not bitter about, it can't be helped. (Besides, dad isn't a cunt to me, so I don't blame him for anything.)
And if I tried bussing it - fuck knows what the fare would be. I'm guessing £4+.
Mam bitches enough as it is giving me £4 a day to get to college and eat.

It's not that fucking easy to eat on £2.20 a day you know.
Most drinks are £1 and most sandwiches are £2. Yep - how does that work out?

And I don't want to go to Shelly's because her mam slags me off.
I know my mam isn't overly fond of Shelly, but she doesn't say half the abusive shite that her mam comes out with.

Following this rant - she then said we're always in the kitchen when she wants to be in there.
WELL SORRY FOR WANTING TO EAT AT TEA-TIME. YOU KNOW, THE NORM?

What, she wants me to drag Ashleigh down the stairs so she can decide on what she wants, then send her straight back up?
Hmmmmm?

She did say she'd let them come, but only if we stay out of her way.
 I don't fucking go near her at the best of times. Swear to God.

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And there's two moths flitting about in my room. They're doing my tits in.
I'm only wearing a shirt and underwear - they keep landing on my bare leg and tickling me.
I'm slightly afraid of moths - but nowhere near as scared as I am of spiders.

I was really tired earlier when I had my fortnightly migraine - but now it's gone, I'm wide awake.
With fuck all to do.
Gaaaaaaaaaaah.

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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