Posted

Aug 26th 2007

Mood

Disturbed

So I had a really strange dream last night. o__0;

School's tomorrow, so I guess my mind would be on seeing everyone again. That's where my brain said I'd be having the dream. So, okay, I appeared at my High School, with, uh, I think they were health class students, pouring in some sort of liquid into my High School's suddenly appearing water system. That, uh, takes in water and stuff. And yes, it was apparently accessable from above ground. So I'm looking around, and I'm greeted by a classmate's mom- Well, she wasn't one kid's mother, she was two. She was the mother of the twins, Matt and Mark. TK would know who they were at least. >3>;

So the twins' mom informed me that I had to get out of the, uh, freaky room we were in. Or outside the school. I don't think one can go out outside the school. Well, I settled for the cafeteria. TK was there, along with some other familiar faces, and I noticed we had the same backpack/satchel/thing. "Hey, cool! =D"

Uh, and then people started getting sick in my school. Salmonella, I was told. Okay, ew.

So it was a frenzy of avoiding the sick people. The last thing I wanted to do was get sick. I'd rather suffer a week of cold symptoms instead of twenty-four hours of stomach hell. Or maybe it's even more, I don't know how long Salmonella lasts. D=

Somewhere in this point of the dream, my brain started calling it the "DTP" virus or the "HTP" virus. And apparently it was incurable and everyone was going to die. D=

There was even more avoiding, even more not sitting on things, even more washing of hands in the gross-free bathrooms. And suddenly, Albus Dumbledore walks up to me. So, suddenly, he booted Dr. Charlton from the principal position. Albus Dumbledore informs me that he has evidence of the salmonella/HTP/DTP poisoning within the school walls. It was the Health kids! Oh noes! So he hands over the evidence, and asks me to hide it from the cops in my backpack.

Okay, wtf. D=

If I go to prison, I'm taking Albus down with me. Seriously.

But I think he got sick of the salmonella poisoning or whatever and died in the dream too. D= Oh well.

So the moral of the story?: Don't read Harry Potter 'til three in the morning, especially if your subconscious is as screwed up as mine.

PS: Please no comments about how the seventh book ends. D= I will not talk to you ever again, even if you joke about it. >__>;