|whenimsleepless said: 16 and 20. B)|
16) Hottest teacher at my school.
dohohohoho you scoundrel. i don’t actually think anyone outside the boyfriend is attractive, somehow. my brain just doesn’t look at people like that. v_v,
20) Weirdest dream.
oh this is a hard one. I’ve had tonnes of weird dreams. Let’s just open up one of my old dream journals and see what’s what. Oh, here’s one from 2005. I was…probably 12 years old:
I was a male adventurer/thief with my mind set on stealing a fabulous work of art from a museum. I came in from the ceiling of the Louvre, lowering myself down quietly. The guards were on break at that point. I looked up and rushed my female partner down. We quickly made our way to the painting and as I touched it, a veil of white silk covered everything.
I looked around frantically, confused by this sudden change. I saw the rope, our only escape, and ran to grab it. I looked around for my female partner and she was nowhere in sight. My grip loosened on the rope when I spotted freakin’ Santa Claus with her, clutching her to him. Confused, I ran over, “Give me back my girlfriend!”
“No,” he said. “I can’t do that.”
“Go! Now! You’re in danger!”
“What—“ As I tried to protest, my partner’s body sank into the rotund one of Claus’s and the fat old man turned his head up, as if looking at the ceiling. To my horror, his face was melting and another face emerged from beneath the beard, green and melting together. It hissed at me and I shouted in alarm, dashing back to the rope. I grabbed it and stopped short, face to face with a large black kite that stared at me. It threw its wings open and cried out before flying at me, then past. I looked over my shoulder and gasped as I saw the visage of Santa melting and filling the room with green melt. The silk got rather stained and I tried to climb up the rope, pausing in the middle to try and cut through the silk. I managed to rip it open and I saw my partner struggling amongst what resembled hagfish wriggling around her.
I grabbed her wrists and tried to yank her out, but she shrieked and was pulled back by the slimy fish, pulling me in with her. I blacked out.
 Yes, the bird. I don’t know how I knew it was a kite.