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Now...the wierd stuff
*shakes head* Last saturday was the strangest day of them all, on the "How I am feeling today" question...Agitation, fear, excitement, some kind of hurry, both a bad feeling of someone messing up with my insides and a NICE version of the same feeling...All mixed trhough the entire day. Really weird...and I dont like to feel wierd things.
First off, my dream. It has been a while since I last dreamt something...I had dreamt I had been condemned to death. I wasn't sure of my crime, but I wound up understanding I had killed some people.
Well, I wanted to choose my own death but...Nope! I couldn't! They were going to kill me with a gas called Xe6 (In fact, my mind had screwed up with the name Xenon hexafluoride and the formulae, XeF6) but...well, it hurt, but I wasn't dying! So..they told me to choose my own death. I almost begged for the lethal injection but...it wasn't avaliable =-= so I had to choose something else. There were many options avaliable (Including getting eaten by mosquitoes lol) and I chose the only almost painless one...the guilhotine. Yeah...
I wound up in a field of flowers (thught there were hills up ahead) I was talking to someone that I couldn't see, but that my mind instantly associated with
(YOU EXPLAIN ME THAT SORCERY, ENDECHILD. Y U GET IN MAH DREAMS??
) we talked. I was afraid of dying. She called me to kill a few pigs before dying and I agred. Why not?
I walked up a hill, expecting to find a good place for shooting and...found my guilhotine instead. In that moment I knew, in the bottom of my heart, that it was my time to die. There were white bed sheets and even some pillows, but the end was close, and the metal place to put my head was my proof.
I got in there, hearing the doctor that had guided me to this field and my friend whispering. I looked up at the beautiful sky. Before my death, this is where my greatest happiness would be. I felt...amazing. Like I was the sky too, and the flowers, and the ground...The enourmous blade went down...and I woke up as my dream me died.
Vivid as hell, but that is normal for me XD The thing is that in the moment I woke up I felt BAD. And by bad I mean agitated, needing to move, feeling something inside me...And then I remembered it was saturday, that means, the day when me and Enderchild can talk and RP for some hours. Usually I wait until lunch without complaining, but this time around I was so agitated that I needed like we needed to talk NOW, even if I couldn't RP today.
When I got around the time I have and could get on, man, it was the strangest thing...Like emptiness, but nice, and nervous too. A nervous emptiness that made me want to move around, laugh and shake my head to get the nice feeling of my hair.
We talked, and soon I had to go, I was really...in a hurry to stay talking? *shakes head* Paradoxical stuff...
Well, I needed to leave, so I did and me and my family went out.
And while I was out, there this big confusion...Both the one that, to make it stop, I need to press something sharper than my fingers (Pen/pencil to write) against the place between my chest and my belly and the one that just makes me want to sing, laugh and tremble around, scared (This new one which certainly the dream created. Freakin guilhotines) and lots of other things, including my usual tension and happiness. It was so bad that each minute I found myself freezing from the waist up, getting rigid, acumulating lots of tension just to release it afterwards with a big breath.
When night came I felt tired and scared...Tired, scared and needing to remember many things. I wanted to relax, but I KNOW that if I am not tense I forget everything around me.
I went to sleep, trying to figure out everything what was happening, but I still don't understand a thing! *sigh* I really needed to get this outta me, I guess...both the bad tension and the nice stuff that is almost bad...