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I’m with Dean in the Impala. It’s night. There’s this thing outside that’s half-the Darkness half-that thing in Stranger Things. It shrieks, people are screaming, things are flying by, we’re in the middle of it. We’re kind of screwed. I mean, we can’t come up with a solution, as much as Dean is screaming that we’ll come up with something between being terrified at the shrieks and wind, etc.

Me: Dean, I have it! Dean: What? Me: I can go back!! I can prevent all this!! Dean: (high pitched) What??????? Me: I can’t bring you with me, and you won’t even remember, but... Me, I can go back. I can go to the beginning, and, instead of going with you to find and kill this thing, I’ll go at the house where it started. And I’ll close all the windows, and then that thing can never infect the people and I can alert the science guys and... Anyway, I can go back.  Dean: (just looks at me like I spoke Chinese)  Me: Look, it’s the only way. I gotta go. I hope I’ll see you in the other version. Dean: (still dumbfounded) Good luck!

So you're saying she was Targeted

Well hello there! I know, I know, it’s been FOREVER since I wrote an entry. Not that anyone reads this anyway, but for myself, it’s been far too long since I recorded my bizarre dreams. But BOY do I have doozies.

October 5th (while in TX; it’s a little foggy since it’s been a few days, but here’s what I remember)

I had moved back into my mother’s house and my boyfriend was visiting. My mom, who is one of my best friends, was FREAKING out because she didn’t want Sean to stay over. So naturally we were SCREAMING at each other throughout the entire house. Where I proceeded to tell her, “I’M 26 YEARS OLD, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!” Like a mature adult! My poor boyfriend just tried to calm me down. Scene shift to me walking in the woods with some random friend that I could not name. We come across this woman that looks mysteriously like my 10th & 12th grade math teacher. She’s dancing in the woods with flowers in her hair and she warns us not to go into this random house sitting in between the trees due to its apparent haunting. Of course we went in because why wouldn’t you? (I should say here that my subconscious kept my boyfriend out of this part of the dream because it knows he hates anything related to horror movies; how sweet) We go in and hear shouting; there were young adults locked in a room inside of the house. Once we get the door open, they tell us, “You have to ask him a question.” “Who?” “The ghost.” I rolled my eyes and asked a question and received a response. Our next goal was that we had to make cupcakes with a specific shade of lavender frosting (I know it’s dumb, I can’t control my dreams, okay!?!). I returned outside and saw a long tree root moving along the ground and I apologized to it for being in the wrong spot, but then realized it wasn’t coming for me, it was scaring away a Yorkie that had come to attack...I then asked the tree root to point me to the berries required to make the frosting lavender and it showed me. I started to pick the berries and then I woke up. My boyfriend got quite the kick out of these when I told him.

October 8th

I was back in college, which isn’t inherently odd on its own since I often dream of being back in school. However, I was at my current age, which complicated things. Bits and pieces before the main show leak through; my mother sneaking my dog into my dorm; handing out bid letters to sorority recruits; trying to navigate the campus through copious amounts of sports teams practicing on the available lawns in the rain. The MAIN story is arguably the strangest dream I can recall to date. I got a part time job babysitting for a family. The parents were older (in their late 50′s) and they had three little children. They were all a bit odd, but I was making money. One day I showed up and the kids were gone, just the parents were home. They insisted I come in anyway, so I did (never one to ignore the requests of my elders). BIG MISTAKE. Turns out they were shape-shifting cannibals and just wanted me for dinner; and not as a guest. The joke was on them, though, because I am a Supernatural fan and thus knew exactly how to deal with these creatures. Somehow I gained their shape-shifting abilities, so I was able to escape the house without the neighbors noticing I was the one who left. There are bits and pieces of other small occurrences at that crazy house, which are so fuzzy it’s not worth writing down.  

This is just for me to share with you guys some of the randomness that goes on in my brain.

A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.  Houseplant! How dare you! Look at me when I’m talking to you. You selfish prick. What else am I going to eat if you perish?! You know full well that you’re the only plant in this damn place. Do you want me to die? Do you? Do you?!?

Ok. I know. You wish you were outside. With your siblings. I mean, really, it’s just cruel to be placed right where you can see them all. Humans. Close enough for you to get the sunlight but still so far from where you want to be. There there.

How about this then. I tell you a joke. Knock knock! Who's there? Leaf? Leaf who? Leaf me alone! 

No, don’t actually. That’s why it’s so funny. Because it’s the opposite of what I want you to do. 

I know! Live for your future children. I’ll even spread that pollen out a bit. I’ll risk life and antenna for you. Sneak outside. Throw a bit of pollen about. Race back in. How about that!