I am spending the weekend at my parents house in order to start packing up some of the crazy junk I've collected over the year. Someday, hopefully within the next few months, I will graduate and be employed at a great job and will therefore benefit from having all this stuff packed up already. (The great job part is very wishful thinking right now...) Anyways, I was going through all of the fun stuff I wrote and drew when I was young and found an old dream journal. I am now attempting to translate what I wrote about 11 years ago.
1) My younger brother (who was 7 at the time) got married to the scary girl from the movie The Craft. Everyone at the wedding was dancing at the bottom of the hill. All of a sudden my brother and I were back in the house playing.
2) I was having a birthday party and my mom invited the gross smelly kid from my class. I begged and pleaded with her not to but she said I had to be nice. Not many people ended up coming. The friends that were there and I went to the pool (and I just happened to see the kid I had a crush on) and were having a good time. All of a sudden my 6th grade teacher showed up and started yelling and cursing at us.
3) My family and I were at the house of my old softball coach. Instead of neighbors their house was surrounded by miles of grass and woods. My coach and his wife were putting lawn chairs and umbrellas all over the yard. My coach's (or his wife's) dad was flying a kite with a rubber band string. The other end of the string was attached to another softball coach and a dog.
Me and my friends were now in the woods sitting on a big rock and talking. All of a sudden a bunch of trucks pulled up with huge speakers blasting the song "Every Morning" by Sugar Ray.
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