School

Since I start school tomorrow, I keep dreaming about homework and stuff. IT IS STILL SUMMER. As you can see I'm in denial. DENIAL I TELL YOU! IT IS SUMMER STILL FOR ANOTHER 21 HOURS AND FORTY MINUTES! 

And by the way, it's still me posting but from another account, I added me on so I don't have to keep switching back and forth. 

Bored

I'm getting bored of all these normal dreams. Maybe being a lucid dreamer wasn't so bad after all. I kinda miss sleep paralysis. It was exciting. I got adrenaline high without having to wait in line for a roller coaster or paying for skydiving lessons or renting action movies. 

Arranged weddings

I'm not sure I should even post this or not.

Worst. Nightmare. Ever. So I was trying to coordinate five different (mixed-up couples) pre-arranged marriages, aka our Home Ec. projects. One was a disco party, one was spider themed, one was dinosaur themed, one was a Hawaiian luau, and mine (ugh) was a blimp wedding.

 So first I went to the dinosaur themed one, which was my classmate Mykayla and Harry Potter. I had to corral the dinosaurs into a pen, put shock collars on all of the pterodactyls so they couldn't escape, set up the canopy (which was a massive leaf), drained the hazardous volcano, and dug a pool. I had no complaints from either side of the married couple, though

The second wedding was the spider themed wedding, for my old neighbor Tyler and my friend Violet (sorry V). So theirs was totally underground, and their wedding canopy was this super-stretchy rubber spiderweb. I was trying to put that up but I fell on it and bounced to Arizona. Once I finally made it back the marriage was three days away. I had to get the cake ready, fix the canopy, get the real spiderwebs out from the cave, hang up antistench samples disguised as spiders to get rid of the stench, mop up puddles, gather the webs, decorate, buy a ton of fake spiders, hang them up one by one, send out invites, and convince Violet that Tyler wasn't that bad.

The third wedding was the luau, between Selena Gomez's little sister and my Spanish teacher (shudder). I had to prep the beach, translate the invitations from French into both English and Spanish, then tie a seine net to be the canopy, rake up the sand, and purify the beach water on day 1. On day 2 I had to color-code the lei decor, grow a couple of pineapples, roast some pigs, harvest apples to put in their mouths, and convince Sarah (the sister) that Mr. P wasn't that bad.

The fourth wedding was the disco party. I had to prepare the whole thing for Leonardo DiCaprio and my grandmother's attractive, single friend. Creepy.

My wedding was weird. We were in a blimp for the vows but had to jump out and parachute romantically down to earth for the kiss, which is when I woke up. It would've been the most romantic, adrenaline-packed, super-cool wedding ever, if I had been in love- or even had ever met- my bridegroom. 

I was so glad I woke up. I thought for sure I had given my single life to this weird guy if never met before. PRAISE JESUS IT WASN'T REAL.

Haha

This is so funny. We were just having this conversation earlier... Déjà vu, anyone? 

Karate camp!

So our karate camp went to the zoo on Monday. I was with ten boys and no other girls in my group, but I'm ok with that. It was still a lot of fun, because even though I was a counselor, so I was working 99% of the time, I still get to decorate and learn to use the escrima sticks. It's now on my list of my favorite karate weapons- it's secomd to only the the bamboo fighting fan. 

Tuesday was beach trip. It wasn't quite as gorgeous as that picture shows, but it was still a blast. Several times, a group of my friends and I all were finding creative ways to jump into the lapping waves. Twice, we spun uncontrollably until we got so dizzy we'd almost collapse, then run in like we were drunk. Both times I wound up losing my balance and falling on my butt. Jack gave me a new identity- socially awkward penguin. 

For Wednesday, we went to a park in the woods and had a massive, free-for-all squirt gun battle. My alliance was with three others- Jack, Cam, and Gareth. It was so fun, even when I became a martyr for the team because I "died" (because of some park debris in my eye). The guys teamed up to protect me until I got to safety. Then I rescued a kid from sunning himself out into the street! Well, he would've been safe, I mean, it was Jack. But I like to think I saved him. That was cool. I also really liked seeing my old friend Autumn again. When the dojo was stil young when I was a little kid, I used to follow her like a lost puppy. It's cool seeing her again, after all these years. 

Thursday, Skyzone, was a ton of fun. Our dodgeball team was unbeatable!

Today (Friday) was laser tag, which was also really cool. Our team, the blue team, won 6 out of 8 rounds.

So...

 So today, my family and I went to the zoo. Turns out, tomorrow, for my karate camp, I'm going to the same zoo! 

PPDS

Post performance depression syndrome... the name doesn't do my mood enough credit. My dreams have all been centered around the play, the cast, the Murderous Night family. Yeah, family. (One dream was we had Michelle made us have a square dance. That would have been so fun!) But as for calling y'all family... well, after you spend three or more weeks working, talking, hanging out, acting, and stuffing your faces with ice cream (good times, guys) together, you can't really call them just friends. Good play, guys. It's been really fun!

Urgent!

Hey guys! Come to MURDEROUS NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM! It's going to be great! 

Next Thursday and Friday, August  1-2 at 7:00. The excitement will take place at the Amesbury Cultural Center, next to the old mills-turned-warehouses. 

Hope to see you there!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah. I forgot to say- I now have twelve fans on Movellas! Yay fans!

Since when?

Apparently, now "Photobomb" is officially in the dictionary! Oh yeah- and ignore the "how to improve credit score" ad at the bottom. That's not part of it.

Hello y'all

I had a dream that this girl that I didn't know was saying a bunch of mean crud about my friends. It was weird because I tried to punch her, but my hand went right through her like she was made of mist and I went to jail anyway, because the girl told her dad (chief police). Moral of the story: don't punch people, no matter how furious you get at them. Or just do it and hope the girl wasn't the chief of police's daughter. Either way.

On a happier note, the part one of my new story, Stalked (a Minecraft story), is ready to be devoured by my fans (I have eleven fans now on the site I am writing it through! Yay!). If any of you guys want to help me possibly win the gaming fanfic contest I entered it in by reading it and leaving a nice comment, that would be awesome. The estimated time of reading is only supposed to be anywhere between 30 to 45 minutes. Just follow this link: Stalked Book. (Note: if the link has issues, just go to Movellas.com, in the search bar search "stalked". The cover is Steve, sitting in a field, watching the sunset.)

Hasta La Vista!

Just Imagine

Imagine being in a straightjacket, with chains around you, locked in a box, with chains around that, all in a padded room. That's what I dreamt last night. It was quite scary. 

Normal?

My brother and I were at this big building-in-construction. We were being chased by this big guy in a trench coat. As we ran up this ladder, we lost sight of him but we still kept running. When we got to the ladder's middle, I kind of fell off and grabbed this pole and it suddenly became a rope, which I swung in circles, above the construct site. I black out. When I "wake up" again, I'm working in a coffee shop and this guy with a trench coat walks up and orders a French Plié muffin or something, but we happen to be out of muffins. So I tell him, but he opens his briefcase and my little brother is inside! So I freak out, and the guy's all like, "give me a French Plié muffin and you can have the kid," and I have to go to France to get one. So I board a plane, but it crashes, and I land in Italy, right in Christina's pool. She's so mad at me for ruining her vacation that she locks me in a big plastic Easter egg and drop-kicks me to the Bahamas. I swim to the continental US, land on Cape Cod, almost get eaten by Jaws' cousin, Toothache, and only lose my left middle and pointer fingers. So from there, I sell my plastic Easter egg for money to buy a plane ticket to France. (Don't ask me how that worked.) But all the planes are full, so I have to take a ferry and a goat-cart to Paris to get a muffin. Now, since I'm again broke, I have no money to buy a muffin. But- I find one in a dumpster (don't tell that trench-coat guy where his muffin came from) and  hijack a yellow helicopter. I land it (its on fire and smoking now) next to the coffee shop, where the guy holds out his hand. I hand him the muffin, he gives me the briefcase and leaves. Upon opening it, I discover it is empty! So I fix the helicopter and fly to Beijing, China, to find help. This Chinese guy knows my brother, apparently they worship him as their Rice-god. He begs me to rescue him, so I grab him by the collar and drag him to the- oh, no, the helicopter is gone! So we wander Beijing, searching for some way to get home, but all we find us this mentally-ill guy giving away a free rabid peacock. We ride the peacock (who's name is Feathers) back home, but on the way, Feathers bites Tim and gives him rabies. When we get back, Tim is foaming at the mouth and I take him to the vet, but they don't accept human rabies patients. So I drag him to Anna-Jaques hospital where he gets a rabies shot. UNFORTUNATELY he finds himself ALLERGIC to the shot and we have to rush him to the ER in Beijing. So we have to go BACK to China, but the priests recognized me as the person who kidnapped their Rice-god. I run for it, Tim gets taken back to the temples, and one guy grabs me, stuffs me in the plastic Easter egg he bought off the Internet (from some crazy person in Cape Cod, wonder who THAT is!) and drop-kicks me to Mars. Luckily, the egg works as a space helmet and I am on mars. But the Martians think I'm an intruder, and drop-kick me BACK to Earth. I land somewhere in Ireland, in some American girl, Hannah's yard, whoever THAT is.

Then I woke up. 

Very interesting dream

Kind of (ok, REALLY) weird tonight. I drempt the girls in our class were all taking a pointe ballet class together and only Tori and I had ever taken lessons (don't ask me why it was Tori, sorry Hannah) so we were tutoring everyone else, but Tori (sorry) kind of stunk at tutoring so I had to do it, and since I did such a good job, I won a prize- new, super-padded pointe shoes and a new Barré to use at home, and I had to teach classes in my living room (ugh). Then, I went to our gym teacher and BEGGED him to let me quit, so I took football with the boys instead. Austin (accidentally? Probably not) beaned me in the face with a ball and I woke up to it actually being my dog sitting on my face. Yuck.

When I went to sleep again, I was again with our class, but at a picnic. Everyone had brought sandwiches (except Julia, who brought sushi) and I open my lunch box to find my dad had given my lunch I made to my brothers and instead packed me squid ink in a bottle and smoked cow tails. (Not the candy, but an actual tail of a cow.) Then this guy comes along and tries to kidnap Javier and Mykayla and our Language Arts teacher (who I'm, out of respect, not using her real name) and he throws a jar of Nutella at my head and I wake up to Sammie sitting on my face (again).

I go to sleep again and dream that I have lost my book report for summer reading and I was running around trying to find it. I wake up to my DAD sitting on my face (ok, he wasn't actually sitting on my face, but he was pretty close) and then again to my mom warning me that Dad's going to mow the lawn and Sammie is going to freak out again.

If this isn't proof that I'm crazy, I don't know what is!

Dreamscape

Last night, I dreamt we went to a psycho ward as a class to visit an insane guy who tried to murder Christrina with a pick axe. We all got out unscathed and got ice cream to celebrate our safety. Then, my teeth got stuck together with caramel, and we had to wrench my mouth open with a wrench. I was in actual pain when I woke up.

Another dream video

Here's a dream video about recording dreams... 

http://youtu.be/wgxJhpLoFFU

Creepy

II was sitting alone on a swing on an otherwise empty porch. There was a bitter cold wind on my face and a meowing cat in the background. Suddenly, I heard the racket of a loud rock band playing in the street corner. I get off the swing on the porch and went to investigate. It takes a while of walking through the bitter wind, but I finally make it to the place where the sound was coming from. As far as I can see... it's an empty concert pavilion, in the center of which is a black cat. It hisses at me and tries to claw my face, but I deflect it and it runs away. Suddenly, the rock music stops, and the whole world goes black. 

Hey guys

Hey, um, to those guys in my class, I haven't gotten any invites at all. So, could you make sure you invited bcastudent7.9.12? 

Lucid Dreaming Video Reply

Ok, so I watched that Lucid Dreaming video, and apparently it's not the science of lucid dreaming, it's how to become a lucid dreamer. Well, I'm sorry, I don't need help becoming one, I want help stopping the lucid dreams. It's torture, because the dreams are so vivid. Trust me. 

Kat Nap in the car

Ugh. Another weird dream, during a little "Kat Nap" in the car on the way home from school.

I was going to school on a Monday morning and my mom was driving extremely slow. So I jump out the window and walk to school. As I'm walking to school I keep falling in rabbit holes and getting my knees all scraped up. When I get to school, I walk into homeroom and our homeroom teacher calls out to me, "is today a Friday?"

I reply, "No!"

"Why aren't you in dress code?"

And I look down and realize I was wearing jeans and a tank top. I get detention for a year and have to clean that particular teacher's desk every night. Hmm... I always knew I was losing it, but my dreams are suggesting I have already lost it, whatever "it" is.

Nothing at all

This post has no purpose. It is merely to prove a point- I can post. Please remember to comment! The purpose of this post should be clear by now- it has none. Well, yeah. Don't bother looking at the next paragraph. Really, don't even peek. I repeat- DO. NOT. LOOK. AT. THE. NEXT. PARAGRAPH.














You little rebel. Well, now that you've looked, I can't help but show you this picture of some stars.

Of Golf Carts, Walnuts, Skunks and Marsmallows...?

Last night I had another crazy dream. It was just plain weird.

Hannah (BCA Hannah not Act Up Hannah) driving a golf cart down some street called Walnut Road and out of nowhere a skunk pops out of a bush. We scream our heads off as the skunk runs across the road and then disappears. Suddenly, this person jumps out of the window of the golf cart and falls into a chasm of marshmallows. Hmm... what's that supposed to mean?

Anyway, I found a video on YouTube about Lucid Dreaming, which is what I have. I haven't watched it yet but I will later. Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYSX51xBkos&list=PLNedG-oDcgBA1b1wVIVXt3KHBce5Mxr3l Yeah, I like the ASAP Science channel on YouTube. The videos are very interesting but some are kind of gross, so I'm excited to see this one.

First Entry

Hey guys, it's me, Kat. So I kinda got a late start with this blog, so you might not really see this until later, but, uh, yeah, here goes.

So, I chose this topic for my school blog because it seems easy enough, as I do have frequent (always bizzare) dreams and won't have any trouble whatsoever coming up with new ideas for posts, because the dreams come every night.

So, I guess I should start with last night's dream. It was a more common dream I have- I'm running through this dark, deserted hallway in the middle of the school day, the obnoxious bell ringing incessantly in my ears. I'm late for class, again, and I'm lugging this fifty-pound backpack along with me and all of a sudden, I can no longer run, my legs are stuck to the floor as the deserted hallway becomes brighter and brighter and the bell louder and louder. My legs still feel like they're stuck in caramel and everything's in slow motion. Then, right out of nowhere, this Halo soldier guy comes up and tries to assasinate me for being late to class (again). I wake up and the "bell" is my annoying-as-crud alarm clock. Go figure.

Ok, that's all for now. Update again soon!