The best dream I've ever had was a nightmare. Kind of ironic. I guess if I enjoyed the dream then it wasn't really a nightmare. But it started out as one.
I was at an indoor pool in a recreational center. I was hanging out with this girl who I assumed was my best friend (we'll call her Blondie). The pool was empty except for us and we had our legs dangling over the edge of the pool. We were talking about stuff (I don't really remember) when this boy storms in cursing. This guy is mad like his mom didn't cut off his crust mad, or his favorite show didn't record mad. His face is bright red and he's staring right at Blondie. She looks scared af (I was too). Then he starts chasing her around the pool yelling "I'M GONNA KILL YOU" Soooooo being the great friend that I am, I try to help her which doesn't really work out. Then the lights go out (of course what's a nightmare without a little surprise). When they come back on everything is calm. But Blondie and the dude are gone and there is this old lady standing in the pool (I assumed it was Blondie's mom). and she has A GIANT GLASS OF SWEET TEA. And when I say a giant glass I mean this thing sat on the bottom of the 6 foot pool and went all the way up. THERE WAS AN UMBRELLA IN IT AND EVERYTHING. This lady is just sippin' on her straw like she doesn't have a care in the world. (Now I know what you're thinking, "Heaven this doesn't sound like a nightmare to me" but I'm getting to that part) IN ONE OF THE ICECUBES IN THIS LADY'S DRINK IS BLONDIE'S HEAD. Of course I start screaming and then the lady starts screaming and we're both just screaming bloody murder. Then to make matters worse Blondie's boyfriend walks back in. The same dude who just yelling at her saying that he was gonna kill her. and you know what he does, he blames it on me He starts yelling that I killed his beloved and that its my fault. At this point I'm honestly trying not to laugh because this chicks head is literally floating in a glass of sweet tea. This makes him every angrier and then he starts chasing me around the pool. Then I woke up. To this day I still laugh about this random dream. I guess it was sparked by my love of sweet tea and murder mysteries, but who knows. My advice is, no running near pool and never laugh at someone if they threaten to kill you. xoxo Heavkinz
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In middle school I used to think that I was boring.
I was always so scared to have a sleepover with just one other person because I was afraid that we would never have anything to talk about. I was the shyest one in my friend group who always had her head in a book. Who felt like the 5th wheel at every occasion. It was always: "Oh Heaven, Madison's friend." or "Oh Heaven, Emma's friend." I used to be afraid of the dark. Like every kid in their pull-ups and pjs I was afraid of what I couldn't see. I wasn't necessarily scared of the monster under my bed but that doesn't mean I still didn't run to my bed every time I turned off the light. Hiding my little head under the blankets taking deep breaths until my I calmed myself down. I used to get nose bleeds all of the time. I guess it was the mix of dry Arizona air and genetics that had me bleeding almost once a week. After a while I got used to it. The routine:
but sometimes I like to look back on old me. To see how far I've come, and I realize that deep down that old me is still there. I am much more outgoing now. I enjoy meeting new people and talking and laughing and being LOUD. I will admit that sometimes being the center of attention gets to my head sometimes but there are still moments. moments when I'm quiet as can be. not because I'm shy, but because I have nothing to say, I'm just not in the mood. but I enjoy sleepovers much more now because I've realized that you don't need to be constantly talking to have a good time with someone. Sometimes its okay to sit in silence. I can also admit that I still am scared of the dark. I'm not as obvious about it now that I'm older, but I when I turn of the lights, I still walk a little faster than normal to get to my bed :) I don't get nosebleeds anymore. or at least not as much as I used to. but I still get them and I control them the same way that I used to. I think that when people grow they acquire new traits, but that doesn't mean they have to get rid of the old ones. I'm not Heaven, the girl who used to be afraid of being boring, or Heaven, the girl who used to be afraid of the dark, or Heaven, the girl who used to be embarrassed about her nosebleeds, .... I'm just Heaven. :) |
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January 2019
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