It must be stress or something. This morning I was almost late for school.

I did get there in time, but walking around doing my office aid activities was damn uncomfortable. I felt like there were tiny little things crawling all over my torso and lightly burning me.

This is probably why I've developed this anti-stress lifestyle. Stress does really horrible things to me. I mean if it was just mental I could totally handle it, but no, I have to feel like I need to rip my skin off to get any peace.



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Now that I've got that out of my system, you wanna hear about my dream last night? It doesn't matter whether you do or not, I'll describe it a bit anyway.

I was in something of a demolished town, and all the buildings looked like they'd been in peak condition just before something destroyed them. I guess I was a vampire, because I went into this building that seemed to be the vampire headquarters. [I don't know why I have dreams about vampires, since I don't care for them all that much, but whatever] I was showing a couple of my friends around, and we went to this long counter with taps above it. By taps I mean faucets. Or drinking fountain type things. That sounds about right.

One of my friends turned on the drinking-fountain-like contraption and some red liquid, which I'm assuming was blood since it was a vampire building, streamed out. She caught some in her hand, drank it, then washed her hand off using the same faucet, which was now spurting water just for that purpose.

After the refreshments had been taken we moved on. I was showing them around the top of the building, which was open and very demolished-looking. There was water all over the place and we were climbing some concrete stairs. They weren't actually very long but it seemed like they took ages to get up. I was tired when we got to the top. I had to explain something to them, about my boss, and our rival, whose name was Rodman. Just then Rodman made an appearance and my friends left me to face her. (Rodman was her last name) She was a pretty sharp looking businesswoman, with a dark grey suit and short/medium length brown hair. [The woman I based her off of is a realtor in real life, I think?]

My boss and I had just fought her in a long, epic battle, and she had returned. We talked casually, not fighting or anything. I was behind a desk, in a room with a white marble floor, and she was near the door on the other side of the chamber. There were only some support beams in the corners, no walls or ceiling.

When I woke up I recalled that "fish" meant good or beneficial in the dream. It was a slang term that we vampires used.

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It was much clearer this morning, but I suppose this is good enough. Or should I say fish enough? (Ha ha)

R:C
I've been freakin' out like a chick for the last several weeks. It's what he does to me.

I've never freaked out like this before. I think it's because this is the closest I've ever come to the possibility that someone might actually like me back and I just don't know how to react... Eep.
» ranor on 2009-04-24 11:10:47

I wish my dreams had as much plot as yours all seem to. Those dreams are exciting.

R:C- no, of course not. they take our money and buy drinks that we won't drink. Which is what they'll do whether we go or not, but you know. It's the principal of it all, I suppose.
» bananaface on 2009-04-25 12:07:06

Stress is bad for the skin, your blood vessels, your self-esteem, some part of your social life and your sanity. It sucks! Why did people in the pass help create stress inducive environment?

Re: Oh..I hope you find it. Sometimes, we wonder why parents insist on doing somethings which are a total waste of time and money.
» Nuttz on 2009-04-25 10:21:06

Bahaha
That's pretty fishy, randy. Get it? Huh? Huh?
» middaymoon on 2009-04-25 08:12:16

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