I had a dream that I was at this convention on some tropical island and this guy and I totally fall in love over calla lilies, but I die in some tragic accident

Now I’m a ghost but my spirit can’t go anywhere because I don’t wanna leave him and he’s very unhappy and his family sucks

His sister is the only one who can see me and she insults me, insisting that our love was never meant to be

Suddenly I uproot a calla lily and bring it to the shoreline where he stands pondering and staring at the sea. His sister chases after me and warns me against doing it, but I shove the lily into his hands, and cup his face in my hands.

He can’t see me. I whisper to him that we have to leave. He can’t see me but he takes my hand and we board the next flying train to a city in Chile

but things are still sad

and the end

Martin Freeman and I were best friends out shopping and playing games and gahhhh it was so fun and so real and I swear in an alternate universe we’re eating ice cream right now.

Then suddenly I’m Thor’s little sister and we’re defending Disneyland from a Nazi blitzkrieg attack.

And then I woke up and had a rare wonderful day at school (:

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I was one of the Beatles. We had a little concert at a skating rink, and it was amazing. 

George wasn’t there though.

Then the military barged in and locked us all in for being communist revolutionaries. It was horrible, they made all of us skate individually in order to determine who was or was not a communist (????). 

In my last moments with The Beatles, I apologized for not being a good enough Beatle.

John told me, “Don’t say that, you did your best and your best was amazing. It was a pleasure working with you.” And the four of us minus George had a group hug.

And I woke up.

I had a dream that I went to Disneyland alone.

But Disneyland was different, it was my own “happiest place on earth.” It ran along the coast of the Pacific, and was separated into sections. They were so beautiful. One was meant for kayaking through a pond kind of place with wooden poles sticking out of the water everywhere, and the pink sky completed it.

Then to end my lovely stroll through Disneyland was the last piece of it. Just water, as far as the eye could see. And I was walking on it, it was amazing. I walked a little further to the edge of nothingness where the sky was both above and below us, and sat next to him.

He tried so hard to snatch me away. He crawled behind me, held me close to him, whispered sweet things in my ear, but it didn’t feel right. That boy was different from the real one. I don’t know why, other than that he would never do that. Plus he’s too far away from me.

As a friend. As another Christian. 

Last night I had a weird dream.

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i time traveled a couple decades back, and i was strolling along a pathway in seaworld, alone. watching the marine life seem to dance, the water looked scary and unwilling to remain in tanks simply for human entertainment.

then all of a sudden i had a deja vu experience, the water was overflowing and octopi [octopuses? debate for me please.] were running amuck…

snap back to reality, i’m in a log ride [i don’t even think seaworld has a log ride…] with [front to back order] george harrison in front, me second, john lennon behind me, and some stranger behind john. as our log [it has a roof over it with an emergency exit hatch] starts descending slightly on the track, a half tube kinda thing with water in it, like a river, i freak out and tell george that i can’t swim. he tries and reassures me, telling me that he can’t swim either. that’s when we start talking lots.

george opens the emergency exit hatch, the upper half of his body pops out and he yells off the edge of the mountain [the track of the log ride was along the side of a mountain] and then sees a tunnel, gets back inside.

in the tunnel, the log ride stops, though the track continues. inside the cave-like tunnel, there are lights and instruments, and paul mccartney and ringo starr were inside waiting. so lucky me, i get to watch the beatles perform something [the song, something] live! so beautiful, it felt so real.

paul and ringo stay behind with the stranger while john, george, and i continue the log ride. eventually my deja vu moment from earlier comes true, and the water overflows all over the park, including the track to our log ride. our log winds up going down a few streets and walkways, and we’re so scared. george and i sit in the front while john cowers in the back, george and i kick our legs up and down so as to keep the log moving down the slope of the mountain, occasionally running by a few stores and people and such…

then the scene moves to a convenience store. george, john, and i are buying funyuns and stuff and we see on the tv that there was a tragedy at seaworld, octopi [or octopuses, i don’t know?!!?!] were devouring people whole [is that even possible? does seaworld even have octopi/octopuses]!! george shares a somber embrace, fearful for paul and ringo’s lives while john just freaks out. so we get kicked out of the convenience store.

and the scene moves again to a dimly lit stairwell. there’s blood on the walls and on the railing. john, george and i huddle in fear, in silence with a dozen women and children, poor farmer peasants from russia. jews. outside we hear search dogs looking for us, and hints of german in the officers’ commands: the NAZIS are HUNTING US DOWN D:

and the NAZIS barge down the door, and seize us all! we’re in the back of a nazi truck, hugging in the darkness, scared, afraid, awaiting death. george and i talk for awhile, for therapeutic reasons.

me: this may sound blunt, but aren’t you dead?
george: nope. it’s currently 1980. you’re not supposed to be born yet, aren’t you?
me: nope. if it’s 1980, how are the nazis hunting down jews still?
george: i don’t know. but you’re aware what might happen to us, right?
me: [swallow] yeah.
george: [hug]

and fade to black. i wake up. yeah, so i totally have a crush on the dead george harrison. ohh well. dreams. i should probably stop eating before sleeping.