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  • Dream: Giantaper and the Great Glass Elevator

    Forgot how this one begins. Grandma owned L’s school, which I think it was passed down through her family or something. Sometimes used it as kinda like a hotel/motel (used the classrooms as the people’s rooms).

    There was some kind of a carnival/festival/celebration going on there. A majority of the students+their families were there, along with our family (L, Worm88, me, Mom, Dad) to help run things, along AuAm (dad’s aunt). The school was about four times larger the actual size in real life. After walking around and watching people, I realized I was only in my pajamas. :O I tried to figure out how to get back home so I could change into my regular clothes, but got lost or sidetracked. (Sidetracked by some really weird events, like…someone’s horse galloping into the gym–which was big enough to house the entire school, or non-killing assassins showing up.)

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  • Dream: $10 A Gallon for the Elevator

    We (my family + Jeidai’s family) went to a tall building that was a cross between a 13 story mall and a hotel (hotel occupying two extra floors at the top). My dad drove us (me + siblings + cousins) over there. He dropped us off at the side door. The boys ran off somewhere. Jeidai and SM00 decided to go to the food court.

    We all got on the elevator, which was fully equipped with a pale-pink tiled restroom–toilet, sink and mirror. The only thing it was missing was walls and a door for privacy. Three other guys, college-aged, got on the elevator with us. In about two seconds, I was unofficially put in charge of pressing all the elevator buttons. Everyone named the level of their destination, but I got confused on what to do until one of the guys said, “Just press 1.” (?) Did that.

    We started moving up, until we reached the food court. Jeidai and SM00 got off. I thought about joining them, but then I decided to investigate our rooms first. That quickly changed when one of the guys needed to use the built-in restroom. One of his friends saw that and said, “Oh okay, dude…we’ll leave you alone…” We all quickly got off the elevator, and I resorted to using the stairs, which was difficult…

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  • Dream: Creepy Girl

    This was the first “scary dream” I can remember. (I found out I don’t use the term “nightmare” that much, I noticed.)

    Note: I had this dream written out as a novel-type entry, like an actual story. And since I liked how it was written, I kept it in that format. ^_^ So, just to let you know.

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  • Dream: Star Wars on Ice?

    A really old dream I just discovered in my old blog entries.

    It was sometime later in the evening when the Jedi were done training with their Padawans for the day. They came into a dark, unused room of the Temple. laughing about something. I joined them, not exactly sure what to say.

    Suddenly, they froze. Something was wrong.

    Silence filled the entire room, except for voices that could be heard coming out of the grate. Cautiously, we advanced closer, and closer, until we were in front of the grate. The area under the grate was dark, but I could see a faint orangish light coming from the side.

    One of the voices was unrecognizable, but the other made the Jedi Masters hang their mouths open in shock. It was one voice no Jedi wanted to hear.

    Xanatos.

    Each of the Masters glanced at each other.

    “You go in.”

    “No, you go in.”

    “What, why me?”

    “Because you’re smaller. You could fit in through the grate easily!”

    “I’m not going in!”

    Finally, one of the older Masters became sick of his colleagues’ squabbling. They’re Jedi Masters! They shouldn’t be arguing like kids!

    “We’ll all go in,” he said.

    The others looked at him and nodded. But just as one of the Masters grabbed hold of the grate, there was a faint whoosh!. I turned around to find one of the other Masters, slumped over on the floor.

    “I’ve…been…shot,” he gasped.

    I looked closely at his neck and saw a thin, needle-like dart sticking out from his neck. Suddenly, another Master fell over. She had been shot too. Then another. And another.

    I became scared. I didn’t know if the darts were lethal, or if they just stun their victims, I wasn’t one to find out, as more and more kept falling.

    ‘Who is firing the darts?’ I wondered. Was it Xanatos, who found out that we knew where he was? Or was it someone else he had hired to do the job? If it was Xanatos, who was down under the grate, talking with that other person? A chill ran down my spine. ‘This is freaky,’ I thought.

    I looked around. All but one of the Masters were down. The one remaining was the one holding the grate. He nodded, and motioned for me to follow. I gulped nervously, and went down after him.

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