The one with Peter Parker and Twilight
Two part dream.
Part 1:
I guess I was at my house with my mom and sister. My Grandparents and Aunt came over along with my Cousin and his wife+kids(twins and a 9 yr old). Apparently, my cousin's wife was pregnant again and we were waiting for her to give birth. There was a lot of waiting and then she got up and went to the hospital with my cousin. Everyone execpt my grandpa, mom and I went with her. Then there was more waiting and for some reason I had a Twilight book in my hand that I was reading. I know that I was very very pissed off about something. Then a time skip happened and I asked my mom what my cousin had. She told me that she had a boy and a girl-twins again. I rolled my eyes.(for reasons I won't say here.) then it went to part 2.
Part 2:
I was with my sister and Dad at this Bar type thing. Two famous people showed up, but I wasn't paying attention. Every time I went to sit down, I would see Peter Parker(Spiderman, duh.) and he would be trying to draw something. Every time I sat down it would shake the table and he would mess up. It got to the point where I felt really bad and started to cry. I was so sad. Finally, I went over to this random computer and went on the internet while my dad was watching some lady at the bar.(I won't explain further) I go onto my forums and see that we have a bunch of new members. I ask in the shoutbox how we got all these people here. Then I'm flipping through a magazine(which is somehow like a t.v commercial.) I see something about the Oil Spill or something, and then I see something about a Polar Bear pie. (@.@)
And then the bar thing ends and I'm mad at my dad for something. And he takes us home.
&fin
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
8.1.10
the one with the Indian Pirates
3rd person pov:
Two Native American Indians stumble upon some pirates. They want to be pirates too, and one of the Pirates agree to let them, but then the guy in charge of the pirates says no and then puts up a big wall to keep them out. Then the pirates decide to take the Indian's as their prisoners.
1st person pov:
I'm one of the Indians that are captured and we are by the fence, being watched from a high post. It's night and the pirates are asleep. Somehow we find a bunch of supplies and we start playing with matches.(Except the matches are toothpicks, but they still light when you strike them against something) We start lighting wax on fire. Then the setting changes and I'm in my living room. We are still held captive by people.(at this point we're no longer Indians and they are no longer pirates.) I'm still trying to burn wax. And then there is a knock on the front door and it's someone to check up on us. We throw all the wax into a bowl and hide it under the couch. This lady comes in to check if we have a guest room. I show her to the computer room and she marvels at how small the bed is. I tell her it's a California King.(its actually a queen.) She says it needs to be bigger. And then we go in the kitchen and it ends.
&fin
notes:
*I like to play with wax on candles. So that's probably why I kept burning wax.
*I hate/love matches. But I can never get them to light, so that's probably why they were toothpicks.
*I recently went to my cousin's new house and saw their bed. They said it was a California king, but it didn't look like one. so that's why that bit was in there.
3rd person pov:
Two Native American Indians stumble upon some pirates. They want to be pirates too, and one of the Pirates agree to let them, but then the guy in charge of the pirates says no and then puts up a big wall to keep them out. Then the pirates decide to take the Indian's as their prisoners.
1st person pov:
I'm one of the Indians that are captured and we are by the fence, being watched from a high post. It's night and the pirates are asleep. Somehow we find a bunch of supplies and we start playing with matches.(Except the matches are toothpicks, but they still light when you strike them against something) We start lighting wax on fire. Then the setting changes and I'm in my living room. We are still held captive by people.(at this point we're no longer Indians and they are no longer pirates.) I'm still trying to burn wax. And then there is a knock on the front door and it's someone to check up on us. We throw all the wax into a bowl and hide it under the couch. This lady comes in to check if we have a guest room. I show her to the computer room and she marvels at how small the bed is. I tell her it's a California King.(its actually a queen.) She says it needs to be bigger. And then we go in the kitchen and it ends.
&fin
notes:
*I like to play with wax on candles. So that's probably why I kept burning wax.
*I hate/love matches. But I can never get them to light, so that's probably why they were toothpicks.
*I recently went to my cousin's new house and saw their bed. They said it was a California king, but it didn't look like one. so that's why that bit was in there.
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