~Sabbathcat85

Sometime this week I plan on straightening Mr. Poofy Head's hair. At least an attempt. I found both my straighteners, charged my camera's battery, and found some of the "De frizzing" products that we have around the house.

Hell yes, there's going to be pictures. :evil:

I just finished my second book that I bought last Wednesday. I like it. It's called "Prom Dates from Hell", and I recommend it. Its about demonic forces

I'm tweaking "A part of me..." so yeah.

My cat is being cuter than everrr. Hahaha, I'm easily amused.

You know what? Usually when someone doesn't use a certain number, I delete it from my cell phone... I can't bring myself to delete my grandmother's... Is that odd at all? I know that she's gone, and I know that she isn't going to pick up that number if I ever call it again, but... hm.
Same goes for the wind chime in my room that she gave me. I don't like the little tinkle sound it makes, and yet I won't take it down. I believe she got it at Woodstock, if memory serves me right.
*sighs*

What else is odd is dreams. I'm not sure if I should be paying attention to somethings, or just plain out brush it off.

Last night, I had an interesting dream, and to warn you now, I'll be leaving some parts out because of personal issues.
----------DREAM TIME-----
So the dream started out with me running through my woods, getting shot at by a few people, Robbie was running with me and we were playing capture the flag with air soft guns. Only if you got hit, you couldn't use that limb or if you got shot in the back or chest, it was very hard to move. I had been shot in one ear so I couldn't hear out of that ear and Robbie was shot in the foot (ironically, it was the same foot he had shot with a BB gun in middle school) so he was limping. For some reason my woods were bigger and suddenly I knew if I didn't get that flag, the other team was going to devour us like cannibals and a demonic force would be unleashed into the world.
We searched and searched, but couldn't find the damn flag, and suddenly a helicopter's rope ladder came down and hit me in the shoulder. I looked up at the swirling black, red and purple sky and saw Stacie waving from the 'copter. She told us that the flag had been moved to another area and we needed to go there. So Robbie and I, in mafia attire now (We had gone from camouflage to pinstriped suits), were suddenly in the helicopter and whooshed away to a demon camp of some sort. As soon as we left the woods, I could hear properly and Robbie could use his foot. We jumped out of the helicopter and looked around. Everything seemed normal.
The place looked like a normal park; people ate picnics, played Frisbee, and were getting food from this bar like thing behind us. We had been given a car that looked very generic. Robbie, who was the only one with a license and the keys to the car, automatically took the position behind the wheel. I got shot gun and Stacie sat in the back.
I surveyed the area around us, noting that people were either drunk, stoned, or had a very... evil aura around them. Since nothing was happening, we got out of the car and headed over to the bar. I looked at the selection of drinks, which were in over sized vitamin water bottles, and I asked which ones were alcoholic. The ladies behind the counter, who had black eyes and unruly hair, set aside nonalcoholic drinks. I chose one and started to take out my wallet, which I didn't have and it upset me, but the lady said "Its free." in a very deep voice and had smoke coming out of her mouth. I nodded and took my drink, turning towards Robbie who had chosen an alcoholic drink and then to Stacie. What seemed like twenty minutes in the dream, I had finished my drink, and looked at the other two as we leaned against the back of the car. Robbie had a red nose and was wearing a batman mask. I asked him what was up and he started hugging me. I punched him in the chest and told him that if he wanted to drive he was going to take the mask off and stop touching me. He's apparently a very... affectionate drunk. I looked at Stacie, whose face was a bright red and she was giggling like mad. I told her that her face was bright red and she got all huffy about it, so I just let her be, and went back for another drink. I told the smokey lady that I wanted something nonalcoholic and she gave me an alcoholic drink twice saying "Be like every one else, you'll fit in better." I almost took the drink, but pushed it back and said "I'd rather be able to think and be in control than be a stupid drunk." I walked away with another drink, non alcoholic of course and went to the car.
I was upset to find that I let Robbie drive drunk, and for some reason we skipped 5 years while we were driving. We went to my house to find that it had been turned into a demonic school because we never found the flag, and Robbie and I were the headmasters. We had been turned into demons. I went into the foyer to look at myself in the mirror, and saw what I looked like. I was wearing a long black robe, almost geisha like, but it was... alive. The bottom moved in shapes and turned into hands or long strips of something. I had also grew about 2 feet with out heels, and my face was thin, pale as a piece of paper. My eyes were sunken in, and I had purple circles under my eyes. My hair was pulled into a long pony tail that also seemed to move on its own. Robbie had barely changed though. His orange hair was dyed darker, more red than orange and pulled into long dreds. He wore a similar outfit to mine except more Snape than anything. He had grown fangs as well. We walked around the "school", stopping every now and then to check on some one. Stacie had become a teacher, but she remained the same in every way except she wore a bright blue robe instead of a black one like Robbie and I. She taught demonic children how to control dreams.
It became night quickly and I was left to wander the halls of my enlarged home, finally coming across another mirror. When I looked in the mirror I saw me before I became a demon. Behind the little me, it was like the scene in Lord Loss where Grubbs finds his parents room to be full of massacre, mother hanging from the ceiling with out a head, partially mauled, my sister cut in half and sitting up right in a corner. My father was being torn apart by creatures that seemed to obey no one. Behind him were rows of chess boards, and the walls of the room was made of thick spiderwebs.
Then little me grabbed demon me, telling me it was all my fault it happened, smashed the glass she had pulled me through, cutting my neck and cutting off my head because I was stuck between the worlds.
Then I woke up.


O_O WTF?

It was the oddest dream yet. It skipped from place to place, but I understood everything...