September 2011
27 posts
I was with this strange group of people, some of them remind me of those unknown persons who suddenly speak to you by starting to make judgements about stuff, like it is a very efficient method to start a conversation. Although, they probably don’t realize in that moment that the judgements may involve you. ¬¬ w.e. I know this sort of people, because I’ve been this kind of person few times in my life. And I regret it. Anyway …
I was there, with this group, and one of them, who was not in the room, started to complain about that noise of mice he has been hearing… and everyone including myself denied the freaking presence of mice there. Although, I did hear some strange noises but I assumed they weren’t little mice. Then this mans stars yelling that, that’s the end; we’re not alone….. and stuff
In fact, we weren’t alone. There was the fastest scorpion running across all the 3 or 4 rooms… I don’t remember if we did try to catch it or not.
Then, I drop something, and another man, who seemed very gentle (disturbing) told me. (I don’t even remember what was the thing that I dropped anyway), we were heading to class, I think so, because of the sensation I got during the walk with this people. This last man tried to start conversation with me, anyway, he just tried ‘cause I’m very good at ruining those sort of attempts.
This freaky bastard offered me a candy, and I accepted. (bad mistake, bad mistake, why is it that in dreams you just don’t remember the basics of life?). It made me a bit dizzy at the beginning. I wasn’t able to hold my sight onto something.
And then the less unexpected people started their appearance. Some people who I know in RL said Hi to me. And then the questions started. “Is it mandatory to take psychoanalysis class? bla bla bla bla bla bla. I started to answer the questions and floated while taking steps. Then, I sat and my butt started to move up making my head go down… I felt too light… suddenly, my blue prince shows up with his own particular way of w.e. he does… and just talks to me, asking me about those damn things I swalloed… he’s carrying couple of things for a play, including a huge brown bear costume…
I guess that in the end, I thought that everything was related with the play…
When normal people hear the Macarena:
when Whovians hear the Macarena:
there’s no wrong answer…
I remember some very detailed scenes…
01110011 01100101 01111000 01110101 01100001 01101100 00100000 01110011 01100011 01100101 01101110 01100101 01110011
I was at this old house, it was not well-fixed. My parents were there (they are actually divorced) and my littler brother too. My mom came to me with the news that I could make the trip I wanted to do, but she would find some aliens to look after me while I’m travelling…


