Okay, first of all, I apologize for being a lurker for such a long time. Since November, in fact. I just haven't had anything to say. Nothing interesting ever really happens in my life.
Now, on to the dream- The first part of the dream took place on a smallish, wooden stage. There were about eight or ten people standing on it in a row, including me. I was the oldest, and the other people were kids ranging from about twelve to, say, six or so. I guess we were in a contest to be a Threadless model or something, because there was this announcer who was like, "Thank you for coming, everybody," and then told the last two people in the row to leave, one of which was me. For some reason, I don't remember feeling too bummed out about this fact, though after a minute or two I was thinking, "Why the heck were they chosen?!? They don't even know how to spell Threadless!!!" I was also angry because one of the kids chosen was my sister, who always tells me she hates Threadless. Anyway, after that I went to get something to eat and ended up buying a corned beef sandwich that, for some reason, did not come with any bread. Rather than asking for some bread, I just up and left. I ended up walking into a library, though it wasn't really a library, just this medium-sized room with a long bench on one end. I sat down at an end of the bench, the one closest to the door, and my parents came in soon afterward and gave me a styrofoam box to put my corned beef in. I just sat there for a while, and my mom and dad sat on the other side of me about four or five feet away, for some reason. Eventually, I began reading the 'H' volume of an encyclopedia. I read for a few minutes, and then somebody sat next to me. It was iDanSimpson. I knew this right away, but I am extremely shy and did not say anything. Plus, my parents were on the other side of him and they don't know who he is, so I doubt they would have taken the situation lightly. A bit later, though, I turned to the 'hello,' page and went *cough*iDanSimpson*cough,*, pointing to the 'hello.' He was like, 'hey, nice encyclopedia.' I said thanks, and then put the corned beef I had been holding but not putting in the styrofoam box in it. There was a clear plastic lid on top, and as soon as I put it in it turned to mashed potatoes and gravy. Dan goes, "cool magic trick," and, once again, I merely said thanks. My parents looked over at me, pointing to Dan and looking puzzled, and I went, "He's from Threadless." I guess that was fine, because they didn't say anything more for a while. It was then that I noticed, on the other side of me, there was a pair of glasses just like Dan's. He was wearing his, so I pointed to them and he went, "what a coincidence." Then he got up and looked around the library, which also happened to carry books, and began picking out movies and showing them to me. Odd movies, like this one called, 'Mr. Perfect,' and this other called, 'The Even Duo.' It was very weird, and eventually I just left the library. One of my friends was there, and she was wearing a Threadless shirt and standing next to a huge bulletin board with seven others pinned on it. I was all, 'what?!?' And she said she made chorus, so her parents bought her the shirts. For some reason I was angry with her about this, and stormed off. I went to a computer off in the middle of nowhere and went on threadless, where the shirt prices had now been changed. Half of them were the price of pi, and the other half were 5 1/3 dollars. I looked through the whole inventory and the one I've been wanting for awhile, the 'They're, Their, There' one, was not there at all. I got up from the computer and traded addresses with Dan. Then he left. Then my dad woke me up in real time, and told me to get ready for school. The whole thing was just... comical... I wasn't laughing and nobody else was either, but now that I think about it I realize that it was pretty funny. Anyway, that is all I have to say. |
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My name is Hope and I love a lot of things, especially knitting.
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