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| I wouldn't normally blog a dream, but when it's so fantastically insane I think it's worth it. I was at a party, being hosted by a real-world person who, for the sake of pretend anonymity while actually completely disclosing her identity, I'll call Paven Pamask. There were about 30 people at the party. I, as is my way with parties, had retreated to a room where there weren't other people and was proceeding to almost fall asleep on a convenient bed. While there I couldn't help but read various bits of writing that were near my face, mostly being addresses on some envelopes. I realise this sounds boring but it's plot relevant information. There was a distressed noise from the main bedroom. I rushed to see what the problem was (where 'rushed' is more 'slowly and irritatedly stumbled'). It was Paven, being unnerved by red writing which had appeared on her bed, underneath the sheets, which said in large letters "CASPER HERE". While at first glance one might assume mysteriously appearing red writing to be blood, on inspection it seemed to be either lipstick or really thick red felt-tip pen. She thought this was a message from a ghost. Apparently the apartment (it was a new apartment, presumably the party was a housewarming) was the Casper apartment, so if not a ghost it was the house communicating. "Don't be stupid," I told her, "it's one of your stupid friends having a stupid practical joke. Look." I dragged her to the room where I had been before, and pointed at the envelopes I'd been inadvertently reading before - one of them was on Casper headed notepaper. Based on this I suspected a specific hairier-faced-than-average one of the friends present of being responsible. Since Paven was still being freaked out, I decided on a practical solution - I got all the party-goers to gather in one room, and asked them "okay, there's writing on the bed - which of you did it?" Two guests, mind, were notably absent, one of them being beyond suspicion and the other being the prime suspect. Nobody owned up, so Paven ended up even more convinced it was something supernatural. She went back to the bed, anyway, having decided pretty much to ignore it. Some time later, she summoned me to the room again - more writing had appeared on the bed, beneath the previous writing and still beneath the sheets. "I'M SORRY, I'LL MAKE THEM STOP". She or I had been in the room at all times so nobody had any opportunity to have written it, so she was more convinced than ever that it was a ghost. I, however, was more concerned with the semantics of the text - "I'll make them stop" suggested that even if there had been a ghost, someone else did the writing on its behalf. Which implied it hadn't been a ghost at all, but rather one of Paven's insane split-personality friends. "Okay," I asked her, "how many of your friends here have stupid split personalities?" "All of them." "No, I mean real split personalities." "Oh, then only... (counts on her fingers several times) 22!" I sighed. This was going to be a lot of work. Then I woke up, with my head in a kitchen cupboard, stuffing hundreds of nuts in my mouth. I pulled my head out of the cupboard and turned around, and it was revealed to be half human, half mixed nuts. "IT WAS ME!" I screamed, "I AM THE VAMPIRE NUT!" [22:14] |
| Aaron |
| That dream is absolutely amazing. Far better than my horribly emotional dreams about my ex. Why can't I have your dreams? |
| Tiger |
| heh, I see that your ability to write comes in handy all the time...This was quiet an adventerous dream. I believe I forgot to tell you that I'm amazed by your vocabulary. I'm ashamed to say mine is not that rich...but I am working on it...and there is still a long way to go... |