It seems I always start every journal with it's been a while, but it kind of has been a while. June. Not much going on in my life. Stressed and depressed as usual. Other then that I've been going to school, and thinking about finding a job. I dunno. Anyways I had a very interesting dream last night I've decided to share because I can. There's so much language in this one you should prolly keep your kiddies from reading it with you. Although, it might make an interesting bedtime story. Infact, yes, read this as a bedtime story, much better then freaking Rupunzel anyways.

I don't rememember how it started, but I remember I was abducted by this guy, who brought me to his place in the basement (it could have been a warehouse thing actually, I don't remember), and there was one of those oldfashoned potbelly stoves that you put fire wood in to keep the room warm. He was saying some weird shit, asking where the ghost was or something. Lol yes, I could see ghosts in this dream for some reason.

I honestly didn't know, so I just kind of sat and shrugged. Then I hear a "I can't stay! I can't stay!" and I look down and I knew a ghost was being dragged through the floor and out of the room, like we were in an anti-ghost area or something. I glared at the guy, who I can't remember much about except he was in a white button up shirt and had brown hair.

He didn't say anything and left the room, left me in the weird basement place with the fire. So I sat there, kind of upset for a while before I got up and started looking around for some place to escape from. Stupid room had nowhere to escape from. So I sat again, annoyed cause I was in a tightish kind of dress that kind of resmebled my halloween dress without the modifications. It wasn't lingerie though, that was good. I remember my legs hurting for some reason, but being too annoyed to care. So I closed my eyes and tried to find my ghostie friend, who I remember not much about except for his voice and the fact that he was a he.

I didn't get too far before a door opened and I looked over to see white outside like it was snowing, and three men walk into the basement warehouse thing. One is my captor, the other one I never see again until the end, and the third looks really familiar.

So they walk in and they're talking about where I should be staying, bla bla. I wasn't really paying attention in the dream, I was just kind of annoyed. So the familiar guy comes up and grabs my arm after they finish talking and he drags me to this car and tells me to get in. So I do. I really didn't care I was abuducted the whole time I was dreaming this dream. xD

Anyways, we get to this house in the burbs, and I freaking recognise this house. It's my friend's house. I never see my friend(who isn't Ali), but I do see her sister, who looks a lot like Pheonix's sister, let's just call her Jessica. XD Anyways, I now realize that this familiar guy is familiar because he's my friend's dad, but not Pheonix's dad. If that makes sense... Prolly not.

Anyways, I get put into this bedroom, and someone explains to me that if I'm not going to say what they want to know, that in 2 days they would come and cut off my legs. Yeh, my brain isn't fucked up or anything. They aren't going to rape me, or kill me, or torture me in any way, just cut off my fucking legs.

Insentive to get the fuck out of there? I should think so! So I started by texting some people, who these people are, I don't really know, but I'm trying to get it so someone knocks on the front door and I escape out the back with a friend and my friend's really damn fast car. I have it set up so my best friend (in this case the one with the fastest car) is going to come pick me up.

I'd like to point out the major flaws in my captors plan: 1. I could sneak out of that room any time I wanted to so I could go listen to their conversations. 2. THEY LET ME KEEP MY PHONE. 3.They were really nice and gave me two days to plan my escape. 4. THEY LET ME KEEP MY PHONE.

The flaw in my plan: I didn't call the cops, but, looking back on this whole thing, telling the cops I could see ghosts and was abducted by some guy threatening to cut off my legs, probably wouldn't get me very far. They'd probably just tell me to lay off the crack for a while. heh.

Ok so, I'm setting up this daring rescue for myself, because no one misses me. I get caught with my phone by 'Jessica' and she takes it away, and throws it in the giant fishtank. Yes, a giant fish tank she referred to as the aquarium. Shitty aquarium if you ask me, there was nothing in it except water and some pebbles on the bottom, but -shrugs-

At this point I'm running out of time, but the last text to my friend went though and they were going to come get me. Meanwhile Jessica is giving me this odd kind of lecture about me being stupid, and trying to escape, and how she was the best and wasn't going to let me. She talked for a long time. At this point I could have escaped because she was just talking but I was too amused to not sit through this whole speech about me eventually losing my legs. Even in my dream I thought this was retarded.

My ghost buddy came back, but he was silent the whole time, and this made me upset, so I go back to my 'room' and sit to wait for my distraction to get there, kind of depressed. Anyways, Jessica comes to my room when the doorbell rings to take me out to the foyer. We get halfway down the stairs when the door opens. Which sucks cause they were supposed to come to me, in my room when the doorbell rang so I cold escape, but that's what happened. So there's the three leg stealing assholes at the door, and they hand Jessica this pink slip I'm supposed to sign, so they can take off my legs. Yeah, I have to sign a release form for my own fucking legs.

I know what you're thinking. Just refuse to sign it, Duh! But me, being the morbid person I am, thought this and then thought "this is farrr too amusing to not sign, they're asking permission to hack off my legs because I won't tell them something." So I rolled my eyes, made a couple really sarcastic comments, and snatched the paper from Jessica, whose eyes were the size of plates when I just haphazardly signed my name on this pink slip. I think I actually laughed at this point cause of the riddiculousness of this situation. I probably shouldn't have done that because stupid 'Jessica' snatched my slip and was going to hand it to her dad, when I suddenly realized what this would mean, and that would this turn out the way THEY wanted.

So I reached out and snatched the paper back, with this snoody english, 'haha!' look on my face. Jessica says "Hey! What the hell are you doing? you can't just do that! You didn't give my dad and his friends(yes she actually said this)the info they wanted!" She stomped her foot and crossed her arms and looked about age 7.

I then said something to the effect of "There's no way in hell they're making me sign the sheet that says I'm COOL with cutting my own legs off, rather then giving you this information you stupid fucking brat!"(PS I really don't mind Ali's sister, but she was a real bitch in this stupid dream). I then took the pink slip and wiggled it in the air in front of her face, "na na na nana na!"

The funny part is, the guys at the door didn't move from the doorway, they were just kind of watched me bug the shit out of Jessica. XD

She crosses her arms and goes "Give that back you stupid bitch!"

I look down at my hand holding the pink slip, then I look at her face, and rage boils inside.

So I rip it in half, crumple it up in a little ball, and toss it at her forehead, it hits and she blinks. I then follow this up by shouting "SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!!!!"

She's grasping for words, her mouth is moving and nothing comes out and finally she chokes out a "w-what?"

and I scream, one more time for effect, "SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"

and then wake up.

I'm so elegant with words aren't I? Lol, so yes, that was my dream. I woke up thinking I was still yelling at Jessica, telling her to shove it up her ass. I really don't mind Jessica in real life, but good god she's a bitch in my dreams. XD

In hindsight, I really liked this dream. It was very... different. It had an excellent flawed plot, that I enjoyed thoroughly both inside and outside of my dream, and I got to scream shove it up your ass. Which for some reason felt really vindicating, I woke up feeling better about life. I have no CLUE what it meant but it was interesting anyways.