But I didn't eat anything last night...

I had the CRAZIEST dream...like, it had different sections and all of them were crazy.

First, all I remember was sitting on my bed, which had the bedsheet-whatever-its-called off, and playing with markers, and all of them fell out uncapped and got dots all over the matress, and I just sat there and laughed.

Then somehow we were at my school, and I was in line for the bathroom and some old guy cut in front of me and started shaving and I was really pissed off cuz I kinda had to go... Then we started having a talent show-ish kinda deal and I don't quite remember what my talent was but eventually I ended up needing to help with this little girl's. Sometime during this I became Bowser. -_- Idk... Then after that talent show act (which required me being stuffed into a box) was over, I (being me again) had to go get changed and was planning on playing Trivial Pursuit with my friends but had to go somewhere. But before I left I got Canada'd by my friend Russia... Oh, and also, throughout the whole thing one of the students had died but they wouldn't tell us who, just that they were having trouble finding a cemetary that wasn't full O.o

Anyway, next section of the dream! I got into an older car (I call them Damien cars...hard to describe...like from the 60s-70s?) with Italy (my friend, not the character) and this mean girl who has caused me a lot of problems. The person driving was a kinda of jerkish guy who was in band before but quit multiple times. Well we drove around for a little bit and jerkish guy told us the story of his life, and eventually we wound up at an amusement park/aquarium thing. As the three passengers (including myself) were getting out, I saw my English teacher--let's call him Mr. Shakespeare, because if reincarnation exists, then he is obviously the reincarnation of Shakespeare. Anyway, Mr. Shakespeare was entering the aquarium park with someone else that I forget, and was like, "Oh, hi, (insert my real name), are you back too?" And I basically slammed the car door, unknowingly in the mean girl's face (>D) and started talking to him. Somehow we'd all been in the park-thing before and had our hands stamped with letters. The person let us all in but Mr. Shakespeare and me, because apparently he didn't think our hand stamps were legitimate. (Well, mine was a giant A in red sharpie, I don't blame him.) Eventually he let us in, and here starts the last section.

Somehow I had a stuffed alligator. And then I saw that one of the aquarium workers was the science teacher who reminds me of Damien, hereafter called Mr. Damien. And Mr. Damien was talking to this one kid, and when I walked by, he stopped me and grabbed my alligator and started to explain how hunters would kill alligators for their scales. It was a bit gruesome, but still interesting cuz it was Mr. Damien talking. And then at the end he was like, "blah blah blah, something or other, and then we give the alligator a balloon and make him feel better!" And he made a blue pipe cleaner into the shape of an octopus at the end of a stick and wrapped the one end around my alligator's paw. It was so cute! Then somehow my mom was there, and Mr. Damien asked us, "Aren't you folks the ones with the puppy?" (I had a dream where we walked by him with a puppy...a while ago...) And we said yes and started talking, and then he asked us a question and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was saying. Eventually my mom answered purple, and I apologized to him for being deaf. He pulled out a purple and an orange pipe cleaner (it was then that I realized he asked our favorite colors, and orange is close enough so...) and started making them into "balloons" while he talked about how field hockey players can sometimes go temporarily deaf from the shouting they have to do.

And that's when I woke up XD

So, do field hockey players really go deaf? Also, can Mr. Damien please make me a pipe cleaner balloon in real life? Please?

So yeah, there's my dream. It was very crazy...And I didn't eat anything before I went to sleep so...Well, speaking of which, I smell food from downstairs, and I'm off to eat it. Tata~!

~Mattie

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