29 May 2010

January 1st 2008

January 1st 2008
Dear Diary,

I officially declare you my dream diary. In here, I will record all of my dreams… or at least the parts I remember.

A group of people and I were at a water park and we were having fun. Then, it’s time to leave, and my mom makes me get into my Christmas dress. I don’t want to, but I do it anyway.

Then I woke up for a little.

I’m at a retreat camp and I hear that there was a plane crash and a boy in my class was killed. I see my friend’s mother putting the box holding his ashes into the water and think about how cool that is that he was buried where he died. The plane had crashed into the lake area of the retreat camp. There were a lot of gruesome details, such as the fact that he died because he was run through with a broom stick that a chef was holding, and that the plane crash would otherwise not have killed him. But I think I really just thought it was cool because he got to be buried in the water—essentially. The rest is a blur, until I’m sitting in the auditorium, watching the musical. I suddenly feel like something isn’t right. Then, everyone on the stage dies, I run down to the stage, and there is green goop all over the sheets of music sitting on the music stand. I’m desperately trying to get it all out, but I can’t. Finally I think, “Oh duh!” and I find the word God in all of the sheets and pull the goop off of the word, and in doing so, pull out the word. And everything stops. Then my sister walks in and I say, “You have to see this.” I rewind it the way you would a movie. When it begins to “play” again, I’m sitting by this guy wearing a red cloak (who I had seen earlier) and his son, also wearing red. The son looks at his father and says he’s bored. The father pulls out a gun-like thing and pulls the trigger. Everyone on the stage cringes, covering their ears. He walks down to the front and sits in front of a kid on the stage. The kid, if I remember correctly, was Sam Xiao. Sam is shouting at him to stop and that if he doesn’t they would explode. The guy says he knows, and after a really long time, Sam explodes. I frantically search for the word God, and when I find it, I hit it repeatedly with a red slingshot/hammer thing until it’s destroyed and the word God isn’t there anymore. Everything stops.

Then I woke up.

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