"Analyze this"
Time for another one of those dream-entries.
It starts with me,
nefariouscory and clsa driving up to a mansion's guesthouse. Now that I think about it, the mansion might have been one I visited in France, not too sure about it. Anyway, there's a short presentation there held by Sel and CLSA, involving them showing off and making jokes about infantile doodles in the margins of their notebooks. Then we jump into the car, it's a long way to the mansion itself so we decide to drive. As we drive off I realize that both I and CLSA have left our bags at the guesthouse, Sel of course has got her bag with her.
Cut to next morning. Time to get up. It turns out the mansion is some sort of youthcamp. I'm staying in quite a big room, obviously I'm one of the volunteers helping out. Still a bit sleepy I decide to get dressed. Slipping out of my underwear I reach for some clothes and then the mayhem starts. For no reason at all people keep walking in on me whilst I'm butt-naked. Though strangely enough no one seems to have a problem with it (whilst in reality that would be very different, see some previous entry). In the order that I can remember:
- CLSA, well she already was there. She just sits there and... sits there. Doing absolutely nothing.
- CLSA's long lost big sister, whom has a tendency to open the door every time I close it. And, alike her younger sister, just stands there... doing absolutely nothing.
- some co-worker telling me to hurry up or I'll be late for breakfast. By then a whole group of youngsters storm by (insert relevant X-Men flick scene here) and I realize that there'll be no breakfast for me.
- Sel and her mom. Sel is in tears and tells me it's because of her neighbour's bunny, which just died. We just hug each other and I whisper her that "it's going to be all right. I'll make sure of that." After a minute or so we let each other go, though by now we're sticking together because of all the crying she's done.
- some co-worker busts in again, signing us up for soccer. As usual I'm assigned the position of goalie, *shiver*. (insert "fond" memories of high school soccer here)
- By now I take a peek outside the window and see some dude I don't know walking in a really old jacket of mine. Black, orange and red it was. It belonged to my mom before that, I've worn it when I was 7 or something.
- another co-worker busts in and tries to sign us all up for rafting.
By then I've about had it with them and decide to finally get dressed. Only to find myself standing in the underwear again I had previously taken off. >_<
And *poof*, I wake up. So, what do you think? Repressed memories of past summercamps, another one of those upcoming déjà vu's, should I eat more properly during the day or do I just really like bunnies and really hate soccer? o_o
It starts with me,
nefariouscory and clsa driving up to a mansion's guesthouse. Now that I think about it, the mansion might have been one I visited in France, not too sure about it. Anyway, there's a short presentation there held by Sel and CLSA, involving them showing off and making jokes about infantile doodles in the margins of their notebooks. Then we jump into the car, it's a long way to the mansion itself so we decide to drive. As we drive off I realize that both I and CLSA have left our bags at the guesthouse, Sel of course has got her bag with her.Cut to next morning. Time to get up. It turns out the mansion is some sort of youthcamp. I'm staying in quite a big room, obviously I'm one of the volunteers helping out. Still a bit sleepy I decide to get dressed. Slipping out of my underwear I reach for some clothes and then the mayhem starts. For no reason at all people keep walking in on me whilst I'm butt-naked. Though strangely enough no one seems to have a problem with it (whilst in reality that would be very different, see some previous entry). In the order that I can remember:
- CLSA, well she already was there. She just sits there and... sits there. Doing absolutely nothing.
- CLSA's long lost big sister, whom has a tendency to open the door every time I close it. And, alike her younger sister, just stands there... doing absolutely nothing.
- some co-worker telling me to hurry up or I'll be late for breakfast. By then a whole group of youngsters storm by (insert relevant X-Men flick scene here) and I realize that there'll be no breakfast for me.
- Sel and her mom. Sel is in tears and tells me it's because of her neighbour's bunny, which just died. We just hug each other and I whisper her that "it's going to be all right. I'll make sure of that." After a minute or so we let each other go, though by now we're sticking together because of all the crying she's done.
- some co-worker busts in again, signing us up for soccer. As usual I'm assigned the position of goalie, *shiver*. (insert "fond" memories of high school soccer here)
- By now I take a peek outside the window and see some dude I don't know walking in a really old jacket of mine. Black, orange and red it was. It belonged to my mom before that, I've worn it when I was 7 or something.
- another co-worker busts in and tries to sign us all up for rafting.
By then I've about had it with them and decide to finally get dressed. Only to find myself standing in the underwear again I had previously taken off. >_<
And *poof*, I wake up. So, what do you think? Repressed memories of past summercamps, another one of those upcoming déjà vu's, should I eat more properly during the day or do I just really like bunnies and really hate soccer? o_o