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About Me Member General Writer Janis15/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 8 Months
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My name means God is Gracious and I believe He is for this life I has been given to me. I am always optimistic and a very honest and care free person. I prefer to live in the moment with just a little bit of planning ahead so that I can live in the moment peacefully then as well. I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jacob and whom I consider my best friend as well as the closest person to me. Some superfluous other facts about me are that I speak Japanese and I am an avid pianist, writer, drawer, photographer, and just about anything dealing with music and the arts. I'm an extremely easy person to talk to and I am never biased about anything. I'm like my friend's "Dr. Phil" as they like to call me when I help them see through their problems. I love giving advice and I hope to be an inspirational writer and journalist one day.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Yellow Brick Road, Wonderland
  • Interests: Music and Art
  • Favourite movie: Freedom Writers
  • Favourite band or musician: Relient K - *my boyfriend's fault* XD haha.
  • Favourite genre of music: I love all music
  • Favourite poet or writer: R.L. Stine and Edgar Allen Poe
  • Favourite photographer: Donna Martinez
  • Favourite style of art: Surreal
  • Favourite game: Halo
  • Favourite gaming platform: PSP
  • Favourite cartoon character: Onion Head
  • Personal Quote: "I'll live my life the best I can and hope that when I die, someone benefited from my life
  • MSN: mjanisOK@hotmail.com

Strange Dream

Wed Mar 25, 2009, 12:18 PM
I had just the weirdest dream ever and I mean really weird. What is funny is that I understood the meaning behind each part. To you will probably seem random...but I understand it...Anyways:

Alright so the first part I am with my boyfriend and we are just hugging or something happy to see each other and then the next thing I know we are walking up a hill. At the top of the hill there is an airport and we are flying to California. Before the plane takes off though, I get this strange feeling because I think it had something to do with that the night before I had a dream about a plane crashing into water that I was in and I was in the same seat. So before I could say anything, because I was going to stay there with him anyways, I am back on the hill and he is gone and I am holding a cellphone with a dead battery. Well I start walking back down the hill and the cellphone is replaced with a bag of garbage and I'm supposed to be finding a trash can. Well I see a whole bunch of trash at this one house so I assume that is where the trash can is. There are a whole bunch of boys there messing around and they said something which I responded to not too kindly. Well I get to the bottom of the hill and there they are after following me. Three of them corner me and one pulls out a switch blade. So, I quickly grab the switch blade and throw it and punch the first person in the face. Then I kick the guy next to him. The guy behind me though grabs me as I'm trying to punch and kick him he is trying to strong hold me down. Then there is this army like guy in the background who rushes to help and picks up the switch blade. He goes to cut of the guys fingers and I say "no" because it was too cruel. He then states that it isn't that big of a deal. It will teach them a lesson and their fingers will grow back. Well, before I could say anything the next thing I no I am at my mom's house. I get on a motor bike and I take it down to this park where they had a drive way place for those who are driving there. I am motoring my way without a license down there when I see my social studies teacher. So she is there and she is complaining about how she is going to call the cops because it is illegal. So I get out of there and then I am with my mom at the mail pick up place and very anxious because I know I am about to get in trouble when she finds the complaint. So she then surprises me and looks at me and says, "Oh, I'm not gonna be happy when I see this am I?" I shake my head and she opens it anyways and then we are back at my mom's house again and we are driving back down to the neighborhood in a van. We pass by my Social Studies teacher house and I throw a bunch of eggs out at her house, like twenty or so and we drive off. We then go to clean the van and we pull around to call this guy to wash the car but he only speaks spanish, so then my brother puts on this accent and starts talking to him in spanish. I ask my brother "wow, you knew how to speak that?" And he said "I just always wanted to use that voice." Well then we are back at a resturant where a few of my guy friends pass by. I say hi to one of them and I get ignored, so I say Hi again and my mom smiles and says, "Oh you like him don't you?" I just blush and say nothing. I really don't...but anyways so then I am at a party. While I am there I see this cute guy that I use to know before my boyfriend. and he already knows about him and stuff..but dang..he is really freaking hot..and polite..and just the perfect guy ever. We didn't talk much but we did use to look at eachother from across the classroom, but neither one of us said anything. I don't regret it though, I love my boyfriend now more than anything. But anyways so he is running like we use to in track and he is just running in circles with a couple of other guys. Apparantely it is some type of party like that.. I don't know. Well anyways so I am trying to catch up to him but this kid comes up to me with a scooter and keeps saying crap. He keeps following me and hitting me until finally I am running away from him and I keep running and running and running. Then finally I stop and turn around and pick up a scooter and try to hit his out of his hands. Then we get to the stairs after fighting our way there and I hit his last scooter but he ends up falling backwards and hitting his head. I start thinking he is seriously injured and freak out. I feel horrible and try to talk to his parents but they don't seem to notice me because then I am at my dads and he is trying to get me into the van. I'm a bit afraid because I'm scared of my dad. He is yelling at me and I get into the van and he yells again, "What do you think you are doing?!! Open the door for your brothers!!!" So I do so crying and they get in and then we take off. It's in winter, but it is warm and its christmas eve. Suddenly we get out of the van and we are flying. We are flying and hopping around and watching the christmas lights and people getting ready for their christmas eve dates. Well finally we land in a house and there are people outside who see us and call the cops. We run out but we can't fly any more. So my Dad gets some wine or beer or something and then all of a sudden we can fly again. So we are hopping and flying and all that until we get to my mom's house where this time she is dying. She has cancer and she is sick but she is still walking around grumpy and horrible. We get in and we are trying to convince her to go to the hospital. Finally though after I am in distraught, the scene changes. I am at school with one of my friends and we are trying to find dates to the ninth grade dance. Well she has these passes that allows her to reject a date because it is this some stupid game thing with passes rejects and all of that. Well someone gives one of her accept cards that she dropped to this one kid. And everyone has numbers, so we find the kid and it is her ex boyfriend but with dyed hair. She freaks out and he refuses to let her go out with anyone else. And he won't give her one and only accept card back. So then at the same time I see one of my friends looking at me and his friends talking to him. It is the same guy that my mom claimed I like. So I go to him and he says, "want to go to the dance?" I just shrug and say sure not really caring. He is just a friend. So well then we are climbing the stairs to get to science class and there is a whole bunch of turmoil for the dance and people are moving things. I find my class and get in there where we are moving desks and chairs. Well then this one teacher comes in and she seems to be having an arugment with one of my other friends named Casey. Well he is complaining and acting literally like a 5 year old by going into the corner and crying and throwing a temper tantrum. She is going on about saying sorry about something and he is saying its all your fault. She is saying that she needs to still do her job. Well then we all go out back into the hallway where the teacher goes and we see spots of fire and lava. Something must have exploded. We are freaking out and then we see a bunch of little cats and dogs running from the flames and then they run back into them!! So I go to try and get them but one by one they fall into the flames and die until the last one is lying on his back weeping. Literally. And then I wake up. (:

  • Listening to: Imogen Heap
  • Reading: Science Stuff
  • Eating: Ramen Noodles

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