My Crazy Dreams
Aug. 31st, 2008 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubahMy dream this morning had dateline doing a special on african boys who'd never driven a car before, so a lot of people drove cars down to PHS(including me) and then while waiting for the chance to leave, I ran into my PHS friends.
It was kinda strange. Nina, a girl a couple of years older than us was leaving town to study architecture. She was going to rent an apartment in the same house as a really nice man, the only issue my friends' eyes turned wide at was that he was sharing *his* room with his boyfriend.
Nina left and everyone started gossipping. I heard Hannah in particular, and she just started to piss me off, so when we left the building we were standing in, I just kinda yelled 'what the hell is wrong with you guys. You shouldn't care what gender or sexual orientation the guy is. It's none of your business.' etcetc except I was more articulate in the dream (strange). And they just kinda ignored me, so I went back to my car and started leaving the school's back parking lot, and that's when I realized it was Dateline there, because someone was like 'hey if you don't want to be on tape, then go left. They're taping off to the right'
Well I'm a camera whore, so I set off to the right. They gave us headsets so we could listen to the broadcast in progress.
dragcave now has a 'we have detected you might be using an adblocker, that's not nice!' at the top of every page in boldface. Ugggggggggggh. It's not your business what I do in my browser. Buzz off. If you weren't a behavior whore or shitfaced 18 year old, I might GIVE you money, but oh wait, you have a big obtrusive button for that too.
I really want an iPod.
I even decided what I would get engraved on the back of my iPod.
Regardez toujours les étoiles.
Someone broke google translate really badly. Or maybe this is a Flowers for Algernon moment and it only looks broken because I have transcended its previous ability.
It was kinda strange. Nina, a girl a couple of years older than us was leaving town to study architecture. She was going to rent an apartment in the same house as a really nice man, the only issue my friends' eyes turned wide at was that he was sharing *his* room with his boyfriend.
Nina left and everyone started gossipping. I heard Hannah in particular, and she just started to piss me off, so when we left the building we were standing in, I just kinda yelled 'what the hell is wrong with you guys. You shouldn't care what gender or sexual orientation the guy is. It's none of your business.' etcetc except I was more articulate in the dream (strange). And they just kinda ignored me, so I went back to my car and started leaving the school's back parking lot, and that's when I realized it was Dateline there, because someone was like 'hey if you don't want to be on tape, then go left. They're taping off to the right'
Well I'm a camera whore, so I set off to the right. They gave us headsets so we could listen to the broadcast in progress.
dragcave now has a 'we have detected you might be using an adblocker, that's not nice!' at the top of every page in boldface. Ugggggggggggh. It's not your business what I do in my browser. Buzz off. If you weren't a behavior whore or shitfaced 18 year old, I might GIVE you money, but oh wait, you have a big obtrusive button for that too.
I really want an iPod.
I even decided what I would get engraved on the back of my iPod.
Regardez toujours les étoiles.
Someone broke google translate really badly. Or maybe this is a Flowers for Algernon moment and it only looks broken because I have transcended its previous ability.
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