Wednesday, March 22, 2023
20230322 My sleep was fragmented, but I remember two things about my dream(s): Commander Cody (from Star Wars: The Clone Wars) made an appearance, with his “bucket” (helmet) on, and a dark-haired, Asian woman. The woman was strange. She wore a thick, red headband over her shoulder length hair, a fuchsia blouse and periwinkle skirt that reached the floor. I saw her early in my dream, and as the last person I saw before waking.
She pulled away the waistband of her skirt and shoved her hand down.
“Look, guys!” enthusiasm in her voice. When she pulled out her hand, it was deep red with blood.
For a moment, we stared at her, wondering why she needed to inform us of her period.
When none of us gave her the right reaction, she exclaimed, “I'm pregnant!”
Labels: theme: colours, theme: tvshows
Saturday, March 18, 2023
20230318 I had combat training with seven other students, including Shortbread. We had to practice with real blades. I wanted to use my own swords but my instructor, a clone of Jango Fett (from Star Wars The Clone Wars) refused and took away my blades. Some men showed up at the door, asking for him, and with this distraction, I quickly switched my swords and I engaged my opponent. He was much faster than I was, slicing me inside my inner elbow.When we paused, I showed Shortbread who gasped. Once our instructor noticed, he stopped us and scolded me, telling me to stand in the hallway and he'll talk to me shortly.
Of course I didn't wait. I wandered the hallway, noticing Count Dooku and another gentlemen spraying the terracotta floors with water and freezing it into a thick layer of ice. I followed them around until alarms rang through the building, indicating we should evacuate. Closest to the outdoor assembly room, I scampered there. Soon masses of students ran through those doors in near but swift fashion. My instructor, followed by my classmates, found me and scolded me again. He said my actions have hurt more people, and that I should be ashamed. Hearing this, I felt guilt.
Shortbread, and a man she was romantically involved in, found me, followed by another clone who was a dear friend friend of mine. Despite having a cool expression, I could tell he was worried.
After a moment of standing together, he shyly asks, “if we are going to die, can I have my first kiss with you?”
“Uh...,” I thought it was strange, but I didn't mind. To me, it's just a harmless action that might pacify someone. “Yeah, sure.”
As soon as I agreeded, I realized I should've asked Cookie first. I rushed towards him who was being jostled around in another crowd of students. He was laughing with them. My clone friend followed me as I tried to get Cookie's attention.
Friday, March 17, 2023
20230317 I was in a starship, hyper space jumping from galaxy to galaxy looking for something I'd dropped.
Labels: theme: scifi, theme: searching
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
20230301 I visited my ChocoChip's new home. The living room was more like a long hall. At the far end was a white grand piano, with rows and rows of pews before it, like in a church. Cookie and I sat in the far back, a row before the last, as we waited for ChocoChip's daughter's piano recital to begin.
Behind us, David Tennant sat with his legs crossed and arms folded over his chest. His sharp suit was dark blue with pinstripes. John Barrowman was leaning from behind his seat, whispering something and giggling. I was in awe and too shy to speak to either of them.
At some point, I asked ChocoChip if there was something I could help her do, as relaxing is not something I know how to do. She gave me the task of baking frozen pizzas. Her oven was the sand-coloured, cheap model from The Sims 4.
Thursday, February 23, 2023
2023023
I worked at a kiosk in a mall selling cigarettes during the Christmas season. There was a variety of flavours and countries, and sizes. Kanye West worked beside me as the stand's security, but he spent most of his time reading the worker's contract. I had trouble with a customer that was about to steal, but Kanye grabbed his wrist and nonchalantly told him to leave. Our manager came at the end of the day to help me close shop. He told Kanye he got a complaint for telling a loud customer to “shut up” while he used a light blue highlighter on his contract. He also gave me one to read and sign. It was a short contract with very few conditions, and some strange ones as well. Having to submit a 5” x 7” portrait photo of myself was one of the rules I can remember.
Saturday, February 4, 2023
20230204
I went to a cottage with Cookie and his family. I brought us a meal I cooked for us and his cousin was cooking breakfast. His three year old nephew came to me, wanting to play, but I had to eat breakfast, I said. He was cooked some seitan bacon and it was placed in my plate on top of pork bacon. I got up, asking for another plain plate to transfer the bacon and wondering if it's still okay for him to eat because he's vegan. When his cousin finished cooking breakfast, we all took our plate and sat down. They were completely filled with perfectly round meatballs and I struggled to keep them on my plate. As I sit down, the mearballs fall off my p;ate and onto the bench we all sat on. As I picked up my food, I heard the television play, “I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You” from the Zorro movies with Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta Jones.
Finishing my shift at a retail store, I left the store, and exited into the sunshine. It was sunny and beautiful by the beach. I shaded my eyes with my hands and saw Oliver Queen waving me over. In his arms was his three year old daughter and he wore a red, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with lavender Bermuda shorts. His wife was sitting beside him building a sandcastle with another child of theirs.
I ran towards them and he gave me a hug. Looking behind me, he said, “look who's giving you goo-goo eyes still.”
I look and see crowds of people exiting the way I came and Honeycrisp staring at us. His hair was long and tied back and wore relaxed suitwear.
“You think?” I asked rhetorically.
“Uh-huh.”
Honeycrisp ran to us and said something I don't remember as Ollie received a call.
“We've got to go,” he said, as some crystal shapes zoomed out of the sky snd into our hands, except Honeycrisp's. I waved goodbye as we were teleported away.
Friday, February 3, 2023
20230203
I worked in an assembly factory where I made a friend. He was small, and skinny, and always seemed like the generation before after me. I'd train him when he arrives on shift, and everyday, there was a new job.
I met Oscar Issac here. He was one of the employees. He acted young, appreciative, and friendly. He was loved by all the employees and always wore a white muscle shirt that showed off his body.
One day, he mentions he needs two bottles of alcohol for a party, and I volunteer to get them. I chose a red wine, and a whiskey named “No. 9”. I gave these bottles to him the next day and he was appreciative. He told me he's like another bottle, but I'd forget to order it.
It was finally our day off on the weekend, I walked past the clubbing district of the city. There was the younger, skinny friend I made. He was in line. We chatted until a wrestler from an entertainment show showed up and distracted him, so I left him to continue my tasks.
In a makll, I ran into Oscar who was leaving one store. I said my hellos and excuse me, and instead of going home, he decided to follow me. We ran into Shortbread, and went into a discount store together. The owner, a small, Asian woman, eyed us because we carried back packs. I don't remember what I was looking for, but concluded it wasn't here.
Shortbread needed to go to the bank, and I told them I was going to get No. 9 from the LCBO. We agreed on a meeting place, and Oscar came with me.
I slipped in front of a store that had closed. My hands broke my fall, and When I go to my feet, my palms were covered in shattered glass. Oscar;s attention was on the television behind the closed storefront.
I watched and understood his shock. On screen was a robot demanding the enslavement of humans and they will rule over us. It didn't seem like a false broadcast, but real.
Soon, screaming filled our ears and we looked around. Robots had come into the mall and smashed tables, benches, walls, and glass. Shortbread ran to us, asking what was going on. Wr told her to run, and the three of us ran to an exit.
“Over there!” Oscar exclaimed, pointing. Waiting for us was a cheaply made rowboat. We climbed in and grabbed oars as a current of water began to flood the street around us. As the boat was lifted by boyancy, I asked if this was his boat and he replied it was. It struck me as strange, but lucky. We rowed away from the mall.
A day or so later, I woke up on the boat. Shortbread and Oscar were paddling. The sky was pink and rising, and debris floated around us.
It was the end of the world.
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