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03/12/2006: "Sweet Troubled Soul"

Alright so I had a super weird dream, and this is how it went:

Mrs. Husrt was taking us to Europe for spring break, but the administration was trying to shut us down! So we carefully planned our escape. We stashed our bags in our lockers on a spirit shirt day so we were already dressed down.

We brainstormed of ways to get past the security cameras. Hank and I suggested chaff grenades, a la Metal Gear Solid, but they were to expensive. In the end, Mrs. Hurst just decided to cut the power to the school. Sometime during third hour, the whole place went dark, that was our que. Everyone in the goup slipped out of their classes and got their things. But our escape wasn't as easy as we'd hopped. Mr. Bohati was roaming the halls with floodlights attached to his back! I barrel-rolled across the hallway to aviod him and slammed though the side doors out into the sweet mid-day air.

It was raining a little bit.

Mrs. Hurst was standing behind the building with the rest of our group, but Lizz was missing. I grabbed my MagLite and twirlled it all bad-ass-like around my hands sort of like a lightsaber. I told Pood (James Redler) that we were going back in. He howled. That's why I was taking him. He could make good animal noises that would scare people in the dark. Mrs. Hurst said she'd bring the car around.

Pood and I went back into the building. It was still dark. We made our way to the basement, and eventually ran into Lizz. Right about then though, the lights started to come back on. We all made a run for it, but James was the only one fast enough to get back outside before the lights came back on. Lizz and I couldn't risk being seen on the cameras, so we had to get that power back off again somehow. Already in the basement, we made our way to the custodian's hallway.

Just as we were making our way down it, an 8 foot tall, very old but skinny african american man with a funny moustache came walking up it speaking into his walkie-talkie that power had been restored. Mr. Bohati responded with his thanks and that he'd caught a few kids trying to escape! Lizz and I ducked into the nearest room and stayed very quiet. After we heard him leave we made our way to the very back of the custodial hallway.

We passed some very, very strange stuff. Science experiments, operating tables, very bizzare. We got to the very back though that had a circuit breaker. Lizz started flipping the switches. I pulled her back and said "wait," as I rose my MagLite to the sky. I proceeded to pummel the circuit breaker with the only flashlight known to man that doubles as a weapon and lives to tell the tale. The world fell again into darkness. Click on the flashlight, and off we went.

At this point, the dream turned into one of those awful ones where you're in an endless maze trying to get out. We hit dead ends and explored parts of the school that I know for a fact do not exist. Children were running everywhere. Lizz dropped her messager bag once. The MagLite was starting to lose battery power! Just then I heard the crackle of Mr. Bohati's walkie talkie and saw the sweeping of his floodlights (still shoulder mounted). This was getting bad. We had to get out.

Suddenly we burst into an open hallway, no children, but Bohati hot on our tails. We started running, and running fast. I threw my flashlight down the hallway behind us with all my might in some vain attempt to run faster and distract our pursuer. I'm not sure if it worked becuase at that moment the double doors at the end of the pitch-dark hallway flew open, flooding the place with the dim light of the rainy outside world.

A sillouetted Ethan Struby stood there, in black pants and black shoes, with a black wifebeater on. Black leather jacket slung over his back. He motioned for us to come outside, we continued running until we reached him. We all got into the station wagon that was parked there in the practice field of Miege. Mrs. Hurst applied a liberal and positive rate of change to our velocitiy and we peeled out of there.

It was a very, very strange dream. I could go into analyzing it, but I just thought I'd share it instead. I'll be in New York City until Thursday, but I should have plenty to write about when I return.

I'm convinced cowboys invented the MagLite.
You know... to replace the revolver.

Replies: 4 Buddies Neglected Their Oral Hygine

wow...ya know, people say dreams are just a whole bunch of thoughts compiled together that you had once thought about...ethan with a black wifebeater? pood making animal noises? 8 foot tall men with skinny moustaches? hmmmmm.

Said [Laura] on Tuesday, March 28th

So I think you are/have lost your "frequent postings" bet with Lizz and Paula. But i'm too lazy to actually check.

Said [fritts] on Wednesday, March 29th

screwed up the homepage the first time. sorry.

Said [fritts again] on Wednesday, March 29th

happy birthday yesterday

Said [rachel] on Thursday, May 11th