allegra does a body good

2003-05-23 - 12:22 p.m.

You are Storm!

You are very strong and very protective of those you love. You are in tune with nature and are very concerned with justice and humanity. Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fears are very hard for you to overcome, and can often inhibit you when most need to be strong.

Which X-Men character are you most like?
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moo was jubilee. her response: 'oh great, i fart fireworks.'
so often we are not what we most admire.

last night i dreamt that i was in the middle east. it was so very odd. i was with my mom and sisters, and we were running through this white house, then through a field, then we were with a huge group of people, and we were trying to get away from the native army who was pursuing us, but we were all really white and so thusly we stood out. there was a native woman who was leading us, and she stopped us from running since we couldn't outrun the army. maybe it wasn't even so much an army as a band of rebels, but whoever they were, they had guns and they were looking to kill any foreigners. our leader stopped us and gave us sari-like cloaks to drape over our faces, to hide what we looked like, then we all sat down in different parts of this giant frame structure, like a four room, two story house with two sides missing, one in front and one in back.

i sat near the top of the stairs with my mom nearby and the leader woman near as well. we sat there and waited silently. then the rebels were there. a man with a gun stepped into the room right beside where i was sitting, holding his gun out in front of my face. i sat there, peering over my sari cloak, looking at the length of the long shotgun, barely breathing. the man looked around the room with a steely glare. i looked over at the leader woman, and she was looking downwards, trying to blend in, as we all were. i've always felt sort of immortal, as the young often tend to do, but just at that moment i could visualize the gun pointing to me and then going off, shooting me in the face. 'i don't want to die,' i thought, perhaps seriously, for the first time in my life.

earlier we had been at some sort of carnival or amusement park, riding a ride, then we ran off the porch of the white house and we were in the filed behind it all, then we were suddenly on the run in the middle east.

then, i think i woke up, but i fell back asleep, and then i dreamt that i was telling someone, laura i think, about the middle east dream. 'we were in the war,' i was telling her. 'i've never dreamt about being in the war.' i told her about running from the natives, and about stopping at the structure, but i added things to make it more plausible. 'she tried to disguise us with cloaks,' i said, then added, 'and she rolled dust on our skin to make us look brown, to make us look like natives.' 'that's smart thinking,' laura said. i told her about the gun being right in front of me, about the fear of dying that i felt so strongly. 'the gun was right there in front of my face!' i told her. 'i was so close to death.'
then i woke up, ate frankenberry cereal with soy milk, and watched tv with moo.

maybe it's the drugs.