Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

How long has a been? Another few months? Trust me. You didn't miss much. I dropped out of JROTC and replaced it with Theatre Arts, which I like a lot more. My mom's none to happy with it as JROTC would look fantastic on a college application and would help me get a career in the military. Not happening, though. I'm sick of it already.

I had a very strange dream last night...here, I'll tell you about it...

I was in a house, I have no idea whose, but I was trapped in there with my friends and with, like, this psycho maniac killer who was killing all my friends, and this house was like a maze. It looked like something from Beetlejuice, the cartoon version, not the original live-action movie. Anyway, so my friends and I go through this maze-house, and every time you reached a bad dead end you would get murdered, and it was a very pretty gruesome murder. The kinds where your insides are outside. Well, anyway... So like, I'm the only one left, and so to win, it's like a game maze thingy, you get the point, I have to finish the maze or kill the killer and finish the maze in peace. And so of course I don't kill him because I'm a wimpy little girls and this psycho killer and twice my size with very sharp objects, so I'm running around, and I can see myself through the windows. I was, like, watching myself from afar, sort of like a movie, and I can see the killer and he's laughing and doing something but I can't tell what. And so, suddenly, I go up these stairs and they catch fire... And then of course the whole house catches fire, and I’m running around this household inferno with some crazed psychopathic killer, and so finally, I fall down, and he chops off one of my feet to slow me down. And I try and hop and drag my way around, but then I realize I’m going in circles... And so finally he pushes me into the blazing staircase, And I’m up here screaming and yelling, (you could hear me and everything) and I’m all burning alive and he's sitting there laughing his head off, and so then he raises his ax (that's of course what he chopped my foot off with) and starts chopping me up into little pieces... And then the firemen come and find 15 teenagers all decapitated. At the end, it shows what I looked like.... a bunch of smoky brownies. I was even on a plate... It was silver with a griffin on it... But of course the killer escaped.

I should make a movie on that. I've been wondering what it could mean, so I grabbed a dream reference book to see. So according to this, to dream of being chased means I'm avoiding someone or something that seems daunting and unconquerable. To dream of mazes means I need to deal with my issues directly and that I'm only making it seem harder than it really is; I'm being indecisive and confusing myself, making me feel lost. Seeing someone's death signifies that I am undergoing a significant change in my life and that my relationship with the person who dies has evolved into a new realm. To dream of my own death indicates that there is a change in my own life coming. And lastly, to dream of fire usually has something to do with passion.

I have no idea what all this means, but I kind of have an idea. There is this boy, an ex-boyfriend of my friend Kati, who caught my eye. His name is Justin. We've been getting pretty close. Kesia says to go for it, but I'm already dating someone. (When am I not dating someone?) Also, he's an ex of a friend. I'm do not like being that girl who dates the guys of friends. There's like a code or something. It happened between Christen and I when I dated Chris Colon, and everything ended badly last summer. I don't know. Maybe I'm reading too deeply into this.