Okay, I have to tell you guys something. I got sleep issues. Serious sleep issues. I'd go to bed as late as 12 am and I'd still wake up like at 4 am and then I can't get back to sleep even though I'm SO. FREAKING. TIRED. Then I don't go to bed until like 5:40 am even though I need to get up at 6 am. That pisses me off so bad.
So today I went through the same routine. I woke up a some minutes to 5 am. I had a weird and scary dream though. I'm surprised that I could remember the dream too. Too bad I can't remember precisely what happened. Just some tidbits and I'm not even sure if they're exactly correct.
I remember being in a classroom. Something happened before that I think. But can't remember. So anyways. We were doing some classwork. But I don't remember even looking at my sheet or doing any work. So unlike me. The classroom looked like my Tech class but slightly different. I think there was a teacher there but he/she was not seen. Or maybe I can't remember.
This girl that's in my tech class, India*, was standing around being loud and everything. She shouted out, "What's a cummerband?" I think it was a question on the classwork or something. This kid in my class named, Franklin*, pointed to the cummerband on his waist and was like, "This is a cummerband." I can't remember if he was wearing it over his uniform or his regular clothes. But it didn't look right. It didn't go with what he was wearing and I don't think it was tied right either. Anyway, Franklin pointed to a picture on the wall of him when he was a little kid and he was wearing a suit and cummerband. ??? After that, I remember seeing little Franklin, he looked like he was around 4, in the water [it looked like an ocean or lake] with two big ladies holding one of his hands. I think one of them was his mother. Little Franklin started touching one of the big ladies, like tickling that part of your back right next to your armpit. I think the lady took it has a sensual touch or whatever and thought it was the other lady touching her like this. I have a feeling they were bisexual or something and they were pressing against each other, touching each other weirdly, trying to hide it as if they weren't doing anything weird. I felt something press to my side. I think it was one of the lady pressing against me. It hurt so bad though. It kept hurting more and more as the lady kept pressing against me harder and harder.
Then my eyes shot open and I found my right arm pressed against my side but I felt no pain on my side so I have no idea what the heck was happening. I don't know what this dream means. And I don't even know if I got the details right. Does this mean I'm bisexual? I don't feel bisexual. I like guys. Seriously! I'm obsessed with them. I've never had a feeling for a guy. In fact, I think I have a tiny crush on this boy in my Biology class. I MIGHT explain later.
After that, I started making up things that I might have appendicitis. Like, my appendix probably exploded. Before I went to bed that night, the side of my stomach had been hurting. And since I pressed so hard on that spot, you never know... I had that feeling like I needed to faint. I started reading pamphlets about the Bible because I had this impulse to. It was about baptism. It's funny because I picked it out by random. [Not really. I saw the cover and it look pretty.] I've been kinda struggling with the thought about baptism and I think the little booklet helped me. Too bad I didn't get to read the whole thing. The faint feeling came back harder and soon I felt like crying which made it worse. I didn't want to die so I woke-up my parents.
I was like, "DADDY, I don't feel so well." What could I say? I didn't know what was wrong with me. There was nothing physically wrong but I could feel something wrong. Once my dad came out of the room with his arm sling and everything, I felt so bad. And the feeling went away. I think I have hallucination problems or something. This feeling has happened before, several times actually. They all happened in the night. The first time it happened, I called my parents and they told me to lie down. They gave me my nebulizer, this thing I use for my asthma. Then my legs started to shake uncontrollably. It was so scary. I started hugging my mom tight and tearing up and everything. My dad called 9-1-1 and they came with their ambulance truck and stuff. They started checking things like my blood pressure and what not. They found nothing wrong. So the ambulance people left and my parents kept me on my nebulizer and the leg shaking went away and the faint feeling went away.
This time, we went through the same routine. I took the nebulizer, my legs didn't shake this time though. My mom told me to take off my bra.
I. Can. Not. Wear. Clothes. Without. A. Bra. It feels SO uncomfortable. Like your nipples are rubbing all over the material. *shudders* I feel like I'm the only who feels this way. I hate it. So once my mom left, I ran back to my room and put my bra back on and went back to bed. =]
But I have to talk about something so totally interesting.
So I found one of those 4 colored ink pens in one pen thingy at my house. But for some reason, it had some hardened white powder in it. That space where the ink pen you want comes out. It had to be my mom's since it had something about HealthCare on it, I think. Even if it didn't, she uses those pens anyway. But it had some white powder in it. So I guessed it was some kinda old people medicine from the Nursing Home.
I took the pen to school because I like using multi-colored pens. I started playing with the pen during my first period class, U.S. History. I tried getting the powder out my clicking on each color of the pen. There was a lot of clicking btw. And the U.S. teacher lady put her hand on my desk to stop at one time. So all this white powder was on my desk so I slid it off to the side. Toward this kid that sits on the right of me. Note, he's always shaking his leg. Like all the time. His leg just shakes up and down rapidly. Like he's on crack or something. He kept looking back at me. But I didn't think anything of it. Note, this kid has never spoken to me before. But at the end of class he asked, "What's that on your desk?"
I was like, "Oh. I dunno. I found it inside my pen." He was like, "Oh."
"I'm not sure what it is though." I said.
He turned back around and his leg started shaking again. He definitely thought it was crack. =P It might also have something to do with me being black. [He's white.] He probably thought I was gonna deal him some if I did say it was crack.
- Freshmen.
After that, I started making up things that I might have appendicitis. Like, my appendix probably exploded. Before I went to bed that night, the side of my stomach had been hurting. And since I pressed so hard on that spot, you never know... I had that feeling like I needed to faint. I started reading pamphlets about the Bible because I had this impulse to. It was about baptism. It's funny because I picked it out by random. [Not really. I saw the cover and it look pretty.] I've been kinda struggling with the thought about baptism and I think the little booklet helped me. Too bad I didn't get to read the whole thing. The faint feeling came back harder and soon I felt like crying which made it worse. I didn't want to die so I woke-up my parents.
I was like, "DADDY, I don't feel so well." What could I say? I didn't know what was wrong with me. There was nothing physically wrong but I could feel something wrong. Once my dad came out of the room with his arm sling and everything, I felt so bad. And the feeling went away. I think I have hallucination problems or something. This feeling has happened before, several times actually. They all happened in the night. The first time it happened, I called my parents and they told me to lie down. They gave me my nebulizer, this thing I use for my asthma. Then my legs started to shake uncontrollably. It was so scary. I started hugging my mom tight and tearing up and everything. My dad called 9-1-1 and they came with their ambulance truck and stuff. They started checking things like my blood pressure and what not. They found nothing wrong. So the ambulance people left and my parents kept me on my nebulizer and the leg shaking went away and the faint feeling went away.
This time, we went through the same routine. I took the nebulizer, my legs didn't shake this time though. My mom told me to take off my bra.
I. Can. Not. Wear. Clothes. Without. A. Bra. It feels SO uncomfortable. Like your nipples are rubbing all over the material. *shudders* I feel like I'm the only who feels this way. I hate it. So once my mom left, I ran back to my room and put my bra back on and went back to bed. =]
But I have to talk about something so totally interesting.
So I found one of those 4 colored ink pens in one pen thingy at my house. But for some reason, it had some hardened white powder in it. That space where the ink pen you want comes out. It had to be my mom's since it had something about HealthCare on it, I think. Even if it didn't, she uses those pens anyway. But it had some white powder in it. So I guessed it was some kinda old people medicine from the Nursing Home.
I took the pen to school because I like using multi-colored pens. I started playing with the pen during my first period class, U.S. History. I tried getting the powder out my clicking on each color of the pen. There was a lot of clicking btw. And the U.S. teacher lady put her hand on my desk to stop at one time. So all this white powder was on my desk so I slid it off to the side. Toward this kid that sits on the right of me. Note, he's always shaking his leg. Like all the time. His leg just shakes up and down rapidly. Like he's on crack or something. He kept looking back at me. But I didn't think anything of it. Note, this kid has never spoken to me before. But at the end of class he asked, "What's that on your desk?"
I was like, "Oh. I dunno. I found it inside my pen." He was like, "Oh."
"I'm not sure what it is though." I said.
He turned back around and his leg started shaking again. He definitely thought it was crack. =P It might also have something to do with me being black. [He's white.] He probably thought I was gonna deal him some if I did say it was crack.
- Freshmen.
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