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Kitty Dream #1

Author: jeyre





I was in the French classroom. It was incredibly dark and dreary. The walls were all made of dark wood. A person who I have a small crush on, "Bob," was there, and he had a cut right below his collarbone. I was rifling through my teacher's desk, searching for a band-aid, but all I could find was a 1x1 foot piece of brown gauze.



Also in my teacher's desk, I located glittery pink and blue pipecleaners.



I sat down in a desk next to Bob and began talking to him. He was acting very strange, goofy, almost drunk -- very unlike his usual self, serious and almost arrogant. We talked for quite awhile, and I began to get the impression that he was in love with me.



At some point during our conversation I had mentioned cancer. Someone approached me and asked me if I was sick, and handed me a book which listed symptoms of cancer (what form, I don't know). I apparently had all the symptoms.



The next thing I knew, I was in a public bathroom. I had done something to cause the toilet I had used to overflow. Water was pouring from the toilet, filling up the entire bathroom, and slowly seeping out into whatever restaurant/store I was in at the time. I heard someone open the bathroom door, so I ran and hid in another stall. I didn't want anyone to think I had done something so disgusting.



Two people entered -- a man and his young daughter. They were shocked at the flooding, and ran out to get a mop.



After I was sure they were gone, I left the bathroom. (Note: the stall I hid in had three toilets.)



The dream shifted again, and I was outside, sitting at a table. It was late at night. I wasn't doing anything...suddenly, *NSYNC came strolling by. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked, to avoid looking like an obsessive fan, which I thought would turn them off. As they were passing, they replied with assorted grins and hellos.



Chris (who I'm not particularly fond of) turned around and said, "It's going --" and when he saw me, "CUTE!"

Mineral Water

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