dream dream dream...

wearing: doughnut jammies
eating: quaker harvest crunch cereal
listening to: i'm in Durham.

I had a dream lastnight that I was on my way to Tim Hortons in the company of two charming gents, not unlike those from my college math class. On the way there, it suddenly dawned on the three of us that we were, in fact, the reincarnations of three great sword-wielding warriors and that no mortal wound could cause us harm. Then I bought two strawberry tarts, the original kind, then the chocolate just so I could make a comparison.
Once we were back at school, it was somehow resolved that as our service to the Gods, me must slay as much of the student population as possible with our mighty swords, which had by this time soundlessly materialized about our wastes. Without haste, we set to work doing the noble deed which we were destined to do. However, once the teachers caught on that we were, in fact, the reincarnations of three great sword-wielding warriors, paying our debts to the Gods by savagely murdering the student population one after another, they were quick to join forces in a valiant effort to lock us in a dungeon located underneath the food lab. They did not take into account though, that no mortal wound could cause us harm and therefore no mortal effort, however valiant, could ever contain us. So, the three of us, myself bringing up the rear, knocked on the dungeon door and drew our swords as we waited. Our knocking was quickly answered by two students who's fate was left in my hands as my fellow warriors burst forth into the food lab in a vengeful fury. I raised my sword and prepared to unleash my lethal blow - but wait a second! I know these guys! It's Mikey and The Maestro!! I loosened my grip on the jewel-encrusted handle of the sacred blade, at once and with great uncertainty questioning my actions, but allowing the razor-sharp edge of my weapon to come to a rest against The Maestro's soft, vulnerable throat. I studied the face of my victim, who did not appear to be the slightest bit amused, and then the face of his companion, who seemed to be in the same boat as that of my victim. I stood frozen, as a dark realization stirred in my consciousness, the realization that my slightest movement might bring about the satisfaction of not only the Gods... But there was still something that bid my sword to remain motionless.
At once, I was caught off guard! The sound of cheering rang through the halls! To my surprise, Mikey and The Maestro were cheering too! I looked to my blood-soaked companions who were as confused as I, as we were surrounded by the remainder of the student population who were cheering and throwing flower petals in the air. Cautiously, I lowered my blade, and two young ladies came forward and decorated me with necklaces made of white lilies.
I was proclaimed the savior of the human race, here with my formidable sidekicks to save the world from most certain doom. I was lead outside, my companions following behind me on my right as a gust of warm summer wind caught my hair and my gown, and a ray of sunshine played across my face.

END OF DREAM ONE ---HAPPY END!--- BEGIN DREAM TWO

It was the end of the school year celebrations, and I found myself, bitter and so alone, wandering the empty halls. I was retracing the steps I took on my wanderings that Friday of the open house. I continued past my locker, then down the stairs on my right, through the butterfly hall and up another small flight of stairs. I was in a familiar place now, as I dragged my feet and continued left. A year ago I had traveled this hall every day, and as I paused infront of a familiar door on my left, I considered how much my life had changed in just a year - but was the change for better or for worse? Cynical, I continued on ahead, until I found a door I had never seen before. I looked at the empty hall around me and quickly discerned that no one was very well going to stop me if I so chose to see what was on the other side of that door. It wasn't locked, so I went through to find myself ascending another flight of stairs. I found some cords and wires. My curiosity was peaked! I followed the wires and the cords down another flight of stairs until I found myself just inside the main entrance outside the auditorium. The wires lead to a metal transformer-like box. The metal box was ticking.
"IT'S A BOMB!" Exclaimed a voice from behind, and moderately perturbed, I wheeled around to find myself face to face with Mr. Davidson. "You must get everybody out of the school!"
The prospect of saving the day was not new to me. I understood my task at hand, and with a confident stride, burst into the auditorium.
"There is a bomb in the school! I repeat! There is a bomb in the school!" I hollered to the assembly. "Evacuate the building at once!" I proclaimed. I stood for a second and observed the rising panic amongst the student body. They got the message. 'Well, my work here is done.' I thought to myself as I coolly made my way to the exit and stood outside the school, which had appeared to have magically switched locations with none other than Victory P.S.
I had never watched a school explode before, but on this particular day the thought of it lifted my spirits, and so I waited in anticipation. But... what if not everyone escaped? What if someone - OH NO! A frightful thought occurred to me! What if someone didn't make it out in time?? (I always was whipped...)
Clearly, it was up to me to save the day, so I did what I had to do - I transformed into my alter-ego - I took the form of Buttercup the Power Puff Girl! I flew into the school with my signature trail of fluorescent green light trailing behind me, and began my search for The Maestro! I found him amidst a crowd of terror-stricken students on a ladder behind the stage. With my super Power Puff strength, I picked him up and flew him outside to safety. We had only gotten to the sidewalk, but he insisted on being put down.
'Fine, have it your way.' I thought to myself as I set him down. I knew he was still very much within the range of flying chunks of rubble, but I wasn't in the mood to argue. I sat down with him, wondering if he knew the true identity of his rescuer. I soon grew tiresome of sitting around, and felt I had not truly fulfilled my duties of saving the day.
"Do you want something? Like, is there something in your locker that you want me to get?" I asked.
"Just my janitor clothes." He replied.
"Ummm okay, what's your combination?" I asked. He then took out a piece of paper and began writing 'India, Pakistan, Pakistan, Mongolia, Turkey...' until the list of countries on the paper had reached about a dozen.
"What's this?? I thought you had a normal lock!?!" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, well, the combination was really easy, so..." I snatched the piece of paper and once again, heroically flew into the school. I thought I would be a show off and fly really really fast around the second floor for a bit, just for fun and to make myself look good. Then I ran into Mr. Davidson who informed me I had ten minutes until the school blew up. I looked around to see bomb squad people everywhere.
"Ten minutes? Can't they stop it in ten minutes??" I asked Mr. Davidson. He rolled his eyes.
"They're just the bomb squad, they don't know anything." He said.
I hovered down to the bomb and I tried to disarm it by shooting the wires and cords with laser beams from my eyes. No use! 'Well,' I figured 'At least ten minutes is plenty of time to open up a stupid locker.' And off I went! When I reached locker number 101, I found the lock to be a horrid little contraption which requires you to line up the longitude and latitude of the specified countries to make it open. I took one look at it and opted for plan B, which is to say I shot it open with my lasers. In the blink of an eye, I claimed my prize and speedily returned it to The Maestro who was now accompanied by the rest of the party posse.

END OF DREAM TWO! HAPPY END!

...And I'm spent!