I have been having weird dreams, lately.
The other night was about going to the cinema with my brother (who lives in London) Riley. He bought me bottle of Pepsi which I dropped by accident into someone's backyard and then it broke and filled their entire garden. Then I saw my mother and I asked if I could use my money to play on one of the claw machines and try and win something but she said I couldn't because it was a waste and I argued with her until I cried and I woke up and for the rest of the day I believed I had to ask my mum for permission to do simple things that I usually wouldn't think of asking anyone about even though she lives in London as well. I don't know if I can quite put across how bizarre that was for me. I don't think I asked permission for a lot of the things that were making me feel like that when I was younger anyway.
A few nights ago, it was a dream that a rich woman wanted to buy me to use as a doll to dress up and be friends with. I convinced her to buy Jennifer Aniston instead.
Somehow we were friends anyway and we went to hes fes (home education festival I've gone to a few times.) in a taxi and for some reason the campsite had been updated with fairground rides, including a 'Tunnel of Love' type thing (you get in the boat, the boat goes through the tunnel...whatever...) I haven't actually been on one of those rides so I don't even know what happens inside but in this one, our boats went under giant electric whisks/beaters.
My most favourite one was a while ago. I can't remember how long ago because despite it being in my notebook, I didn't put a date on it. But I think it was probably a couple of weeks ago and it's still incredibly vivid in my mind.
I walked into this place made all of grey concrete. There was an old woman drawing pictures on the floor. I remember her looking like the Wicked Witch from Disney's 'Sleeping Beauty'. No one else was around except for a few of her henchmen, standing in a cluster around her and it was all just grey concrete for miles.
I walked around until I found a cave with a little girl in it. She was drawing animals and children all over the walls with chalk of her own. I asked what she was doing and she said that the old woman was really a witch who killed animals and children and used their bodies to make her chalk. The little girl stole the chalk when she could and used it to draw pictures of whoever the chalk was made of (no idea how she knew what chalk was who). If she got caught, the witch would kill her. She was the last and only thing the witch could turn into chalk (I don't know why the witch needed the chalk either). I watched her get caught and try to run away. We moved really far until we got to the end of the concrete land and found a wall with a big happy colourful mural of the 'real world' on it. The little girl couldn't run anymore because there was nowhere to run. I couldn't look and tried to focus on getting out and back into reality via the mural, but I couldn't. When I turned around, everyone was gone. The witch, her henchmen, the little girl. I walked for a little while and found a stone table with a knight seated at it. I sat down and asked him who he was. He said he had worked for the witch, but he had killed her. I asked if he knew what had happened to the little girl. He told me that he had caught her. And that he had reversed her life cycle so that she could start again as a baby who had never seen all her friends and all the animals being killed and she wouldn't have to remember being chased by the witch. He handed me a box with a wrapped up newborn baby inside along with a few shiny jewels which he told me he had stolen from the witch and given to the little girl as a gift and he intended on raising her.
It was all very weird. I was thinking of writing a longer story about it...Bekki said she wanted to after I told her about it but I don't know if she still will. I can't really be bothered. I can't write. I tried to do NaNoWriMo in November but it was a disaster.
(terrible picture of the little girl drawing swirls instead of animals and children because all I could remember of her chalk drawings was circles.)I bought a book titled 'The Pocket Guide To Wild Flowers' a few days ago, to destroy. It had all these gorgeous coloured pages with pictures of flowers on them, so I rescued those before attempting to make any future use of the rest of the book completely and utterly impossible by digging a hole in it.
Sort of like making a hollow book, but it's only a small rectangle on the bottom right of the book. And the hole is in the cover, too.
On the inside of the back cover there is a map, so through the hole, you can see a tag that says 'Southampton', making way for my own lame jokes about how I dug through to Southampton.
I'd post a picture, but I'm not going to.
Anyway, that is all. Unless you want to hear about how I am not sure what I'm doing and I'm upset because someone I miss spending time with is no longer returning my texts and I don't feel well...and I'm sure that if you're interested in that kind of thing, you are someone who can just talk to me on facebook or msn.
Fin.
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