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Yeah... StuffWell, I found a really cool background, so I figured, "Why not use it?" Now all I need is an idea. People have told me that my website is boring, it sucks, it is cooler than I am, I am nothing like the person on the webpage and "no offense, but nothing on there is interesting." Damn TV generation. Everyone seens to like my Paranoia page. I dunno why. And now they think that I'm really into elaborate government conspiracies. A healthy X-Files obsession doesn't help me out any. Here I go rambling. I think that's a good idea for a page: a place for me to just ramble about what I think and feel and crap.Well, there's some stuff that bothers me that I'm not going to put on the page because that would be rude to the people it's about. But here's an idea: my dreams. Not like my hopes for the future, but the things that are in your mind when your asleep. A few weeks ago, I dreamt I named a Crayola crayon color. Very mediocre dream. But the past two days I've had dreams I remember. Which is odd, because I never remember dreams. But anyway.... Yesterday I had a dream that I can't remember too well now. It vaguely involved X-Files somhow, but Scully had two sisters, and there was a video game, I think. But the video game was for original Nintendo. The second dream I can recount was from this morning. It started with me at my locker at school. I heard helicopters, which is nothing unusual because I can always hear them either coming or going to the nearby hospital. So I look up out a window (which doesn't exist in real life), and there are four blue helicopters flying, for lack of a better term in loop-de-loops. Suddenly, my dream cuts to where the helicopters are going to land, have landed --I don't know. But the place is the top of a super-duper, extremely tall structure. A building, I believe. It is really, really high. The view from the "tower", as I guess I'll call it, is nauseating, and there is no gaurd-rail. But the weird part here is the view is just like Simcity 2000, the exact same buildings AND there is and edge to the city just like an SC2K map!Here the dream is kinda fuzzy for me, 'cause I don't understand, but Mulder and Scully are on the structure with this evil guy I swear I saw on a TV show once. I don't know which TV show, and I can't remember what he looks like, except that he might have had a tiny shrunken head. Mulder is looking over the edge, I think, and I think the evil guy is telling them that they can either do this or there's another option. I think then Mulder is like, yeah, change it, 'cause obviously, he doesn't want to jump off this tower that must be like 500 stories (but not in the clouds, seeing as how there was still a crisp, clear, computer-generated-type of view). He closes his eyes, and I guess I was looking through his eyes or something, and does a little tear, ohmygodimgonnadie thing. He wipes his face on a pillow that has suddenly appeared, that is on a couch, that is in my living room! He turns around, I assume, to see his other option. The other option is: my deck. No one is out there, it is in full summer bloom, with the trees and chairs and table, just my regular old deck. Then, fight it as I tried, I woke up. But now I don't really have that many questions, after all, it was a dream and I hate finding meaning in crap, but the only thing that bothers me about the dream is where'd Scully go? *****NEXT DAY***** Well, it happened again. An X-Files dream! Now it's a bit later, so I can't entirely recall this dream. But let's see if I can get the stuff to come back to me. Hmmm.... I was watching X-files, it was a sunday, and it was a new episode. I think they had a gimmick going or something where you spot 12 people who are dead or something ...I don't know. But for some reason I think Rumit was watching X-Files too and he pointed out that if you look at the TV screen on the tv, you could see inside a motor home where, voila, Max lives. (which makes no sense, how would Rumit know who Max is?) Anyway, the show goes on, it gets to a commercial break and I go upstairs, for some reason. I come back down to the basement, and Christie (name omitted) is sitting in my chair! I flop down on the couch and ask if she's going to watch x-files. She says, "Probably not." That pisses me off and I run upstairs to my room to watch the rest of x-files. But I get there and the show is over! Very odd indeed..... |
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