Summer:
-strange copy of The Talisman with a movie-esque cover that looked like the Verbena photo from Mage
-was a girl who looked like Shelly from Scary-Go-Round, was part of some gym/fight club thing, ran away, got a job in some kitchen, don't remember rest
-something about hotdogs
-burned a house to the ground, had something to do with loving R
-was at Disneyland, only the pavement was cobblestones, they had this mountain you could climb up with a ledge that had chairs, from up there it was like looking down from heaven. Anyway, I was up there and sitting behind Kirsten, then I went down, found Hannah on the stairs as I ran down them, then while running, I passed someone who knew my name, I couldn't see them (maybe Frank/Jack?), then I saw a group with Paul and Brain and Andrew (what were they doing together?), then I was woken up.
Written in DoD:
8/30/05
in a Storm-wracked city w/Amy who had black hair & whose name kept changing
8/31/05
Something to do with [B], myself, AIM,& some guy who really likes Depeche Mode
9/5/05
dreamed I had brain cancer & Amy was an action figure & British
9/6/05
Amy killed herself, [C] was being a bitch & bringing up [R] a lot & U was about to go through w/ my promise
9/24/05
(in really shaky writing) Horrible, horrible dream Amy was sleeping with someone else (an ex? were they seeing each other?). Got out there, though. Woke up at first thinking it was real
11/9/05 dream
I was stuck in a mall with a bunch of other los al stufents. It was raining outside spent the time hanging around with Gen. She was happy to see me (said & seemed), and was concerned that I hadn't been eating (?). She mumbled a lot, though. Played a racing game at an arcade & ate candy (2 greatest things...) it was fun.
11/24/05 dream
was at beach had to go home with Travis & co (was only clad in a towel around me for some reason), got there & dressed, but their place was horribly labyrinthine. Spent time running from someone. Next night met the person I'd been running from, some hot goth chick. Spent time with her (it was grand). Then, she cut off my hand and foot when I tried to touch her (not in an appropriate way, either {note added when typing: besides this, she already had an arm around me, so...}). She was very sorry. Next day, only Kris could see me, realized we were ghosts, decided to haunt her. Before the beach part, had to write Catcher in the Rye essay for Hooper on Steve's site. Dana smoked Chesterfields and I lit a lot of matches.