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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-14 10:52 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-14 10:52 pm
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Entry 1
First dream-
This one was kinda depressing, but not that much.
My grandfather, the one that died in October last year (last year was just NOT a good year) was walking around in both of my houses, and I finally cornered him in the second house's garage. Well, neither of my parents could see him before, but now that I had them standing right in front of us, they could see him and he told us a lot of stuff, and I can't remember any of it. I had been thinking of him and telling my parents about how I never dreamt about him, and here he was. But... his eyes were creepy. They were this electric blue and it was just odd.
Second dream-
Me and some people I don't know but I'm evidently friends with were waiting on a long line to get into a door that reminds me of the door on the 100 hallway that when you come out of, you see the Library. The whole thing reminded me of school, actually... so anyway, I'm the last one on this line, and where the back door to Mr. Wagner's class is supposed to be, a pair of glass doors like the rest of the ones in the hallways at school are. Paul McCartney walks in behind the line and I'm the only one who sees him. I wave to him and he smiles and waves back, and I start jumping up and down. He's already gone in the door, but he peeks out and I wave again. He goes back in, and then pops out and I wave. (We were playing Peek-a-boo I guess.) So I Run over to him and he comes out and says hello. He wants to give me an autograph and I scramble for some paper and a pen, and by this time everyone else is crowding around and there's this line forming but he refuses to sign anything until I get mine. So he asks me my name and what I want him to say, but I'm so flustered (wouldn't you be?) I tell him I can't think of anything. So he finally just signs it with just his name and I walk over to this Halle Berryish woman and she writes a message on it supposedly from Paul. Then, clutching my autograph, I go over to Paul again and I throw my arms around his waist and he squeezes me super tight and he's smiling and I tell him I love him, and he loves me too. And then I wake up, disoriented and hugging my pillow and clutching my sheet where the autograph used to be.
I nearly cried.
Entry 2
I'm starting to regret promising an installment a day, but I will. Soon.
Entry 3
...crap. I forgot.
Well, I got this from both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daisydaze and mrwafflebottom, both of which I'll have to go interrogate now...
i want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions...no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this...allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
Well, I guess you don't *have* to post it in your own journal, so long as I get to ask questions in reply to your comment. Comment anyway! There must be something you don't know about me...
Please???
Ivyette @ 10:I dunno, 45? PM
First dream-
This one was kinda depressing, but not that much.
My grandfather, the one that died in October last year (last year was just NOT a good year) was walking around in both of my houses, and I finally cornered him in the second house's garage. Well, neither of my parents could see him before, but now that I had them standing right in front of us, they could see him and he told us a lot of stuff, and I can't remember any of it. I had been thinking of him and telling my parents about how I never dreamt about him, and here he was. But... his eyes were creepy. They were this electric blue and it was just odd.
Second dream-
Me and some people I don't know but I'm evidently friends with were waiting on a long line to get into a door that reminds me of the door on the 100 hallway that when you come out of, you see the Library. The whole thing reminded me of school, actually... so anyway, I'm the last one on this line, and where the back door to Mr. Wagner's class is supposed to be, a pair of glass doors like the rest of the ones in the hallways at school are. Paul McCartney walks in behind the line and I'm the only one who sees him. I wave to him and he smiles and waves back, and I start jumping up and down. He's already gone in the door, but he peeks out and I wave again. He goes back in, and then pops out and I wave. (We were playing Peek-a-boo I guess.) So I Run over to him and he comes out and says hello. He wants to give me an autograph and I scramble for some paper and a pen, and by this time everyone else is crowding around and there's this line forming but he refuses to sign anything until I get mine. So he asks me my name and what I want him to say, but I'm so flustered (wouldn't you be?) I tell him I can't think of anything. So he finally just signs it with just his name and I walk over to this Halle Berryish woman and she writes a message on it supposedly from Paul. Then, clutching my autograph, I go over to Paul again and I throw my arms around his waist and he squeezes me super tight and he's smiling and I tell him I love him, and he loves me too. And then I wake up, disoriented and hugging my pillow and clutching my sheet where the autograph used to be.
I nearly cried.
Entry 2
I'm starting to regret promising an installment a day, but I will. Soon.
Entry 3
...crap. I forgot.
Well, I got this from both
daisydaze and mrwafflebottom, both of which I'll have to go interrogate now...i want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions...no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this...allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
Well, I guess you don't *have* to post it in your own journal, so long as I get to ask questions in reply to your comment. Comment anyway! There must be something you don't know about me...
Please???
Ivyette @ 10:I dunno, 45? PM
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2. who's weirder? you or gandalf?
3. I like waffles
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2. I would say me but sometimes Gandalf comes out with the strangest things, but does HE have a fork fetish?
3. I'll have to make you some for Mother's day. I like the apple cinnamon ones, or the blueberry ones. I don't like the filled ones. I don't like home-made waffles but I'd probably enjoy making them if I ever tried. I like to make things. Hee.
Ivyette
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Anyway.
1. Which Beatle would you most want to meet?
2. What's your favorite song OTHER THAN ANYTHING RELATED TO THE BEATLES?
3. Who would you rather kill: A friend or a beatle? (It's morbid, I know, it's my lack of creativity.)
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2. Hmm... *thinks* I liiiiike... I guess I'm stuck with that Killer Queen song by I think Queen? I don't know.
OH! I know! Sick and Tired by the Cardigans. Not remotely related to the Beatles. Ha.
3. A Beatle. I pick Paul. That is hard, but I'd rather put Paul up there with John and George and Stu... but he has a new child! Ack. I dunno.
Ivyette